Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead-Chapter 745 - Operation Arid Soil Part Fifty-Six

745: Operation Arid Soil : Part Fifty-Six

745: Operation Arid Soil : Part Fifty-Six

Inside of the city, right before the hostilities began before the gates, an explosion occurred, reducing one of the small, cube-like homes to smithereens, attracting the attention of the few warriors who had remained within the city just in case, a swift shadow darted away, and when they got there, only a single figure was there for them to see, calmly stepping out of the risen up dust and sand with both hands behind their back.

The warriors quickly surrounded the unknown figure as they sized the person up, it looked like tall, gaunt man garbed in robes, but not the sort any worshippers of Undeviginti would wear, instead it was pale white and decorated with gold, so long and ample that the hands and feet of the silhouette could not be seen at all, a small cape of sort was slung over their shoulders, a strange symbol that represented something none of the people of this realm could recognise, as it was a depiction of a lone ship upon a still sea.

Additionally, their were wearing a bag over their head, making identification a fool’s errand, only one of the warriors was an arm-bearer, one of Watchful Undeviginti, the rest were simple unarmed combatants, and none of them was feeling very comfortable around this intruder, something about them was simply off, and approaching them felt like getting close to a den full of venomous snakes.

“Who are you, intruder?

We have you surrounded and outnumbered, so do not try anything stupid” the arm-bearer took the lead, and made sure to speak loudly enough for the startled warriors accompanying him to be reminded that by all accounts, they had the advantage here, this man did not look like anything they knew, but the natural assumption was that he was at most a rogue arm-bearer, the blast caused by his arrival was a cause for worry, but not enough to run away like cowards.

In response, the invader merely raised one arm, slowly bringing it up to his face, sleeve falling down the limb and revealing an incredibly thin hand wrapped in bandages, bringing his long index right in front of where the mouth should be, the message was fairly clear.

The servant of Watchful Undeviginti almost expected to hear a ‘shhhh’ but there was no sound, in fact, the man suddenly sprung up as all noise around him all died down at once, his movements upon the sand sounding incredibly clear and loud now, his heartbeat sounding like it was right inside of his head.

“What… What is this witchcraft?” but naturally, the invader was not one to respond, and with calm, composed, and perfectly silent steps, began walking right toward the arm-bearer, there was no trick or illusion, the robed man was truly just walking up to him with a slow pace.

Somehow, that did not reassure anyone present at all, the warriors shouted in unison as they all moved in from every directions, one directly behind the intruder aimed a kick at the back of the figure’s knees, or rather, where the knees should be as it was hard to tell exactly with the robes, but the strike didn’t even brush up against the clothing, as with maddening casualness, the invader twirled around, avoiding a punch and a second kick by merely moving a little bit, not even accelerating much at all to do so.

It was like the warriors and intruders had rehearsed this choreography countless times, as it simply seemed maddening to think that three attacks thrown in unison and aimed to leave very little room for evasion, were dodged by a most casual movement.

The one who threw the first kick saw the enemy bring his hand up to his chest, hand and fingers straightened, the thumb facing the body right before his other hand was raised, and one finger was pressed against the warrior’s forehead, a flash of noiseless brightness shot out, killing him instantly.

His body falling backward without as much as a single sound.

‘What the hell is this monster?’ the arm-bearer readied his shotel, and lunged forth.

“Disperse for now!” he ordered, the unarmed men instantly obeying as the enemy kept his hand in what might be a prayer a while longer before turning to face the arm-bearer, whose shotel was already lashing out at the man, who once more manifested a strange, bright, not quite golden, or made up of light, but a bright energy of sorts upon his hand, stopping the blade with tremendous ease, the collision once again producing not a single noise.

Taking his blade back before the enemy could try and grasp it, the arm-bearers furrowed his brows, sweat travelling down the face, not from exhaustion, but sheer worry as he did not understand what his opponent was doing, or how he was doing it.

The man made some sort of movement with his hands, and suddenly, a voice invaded the warrior’s mind.

“Poor, little lost one… Do not be afraid, the unknown is not for you to fear, but to embrace, join me in silence and repent for your years as a servant of life in death” the voice was like an insidious whisper that was being spoken in both of his ears at the same time.

“Fuck off!

Attack him!” commanded the arm-bearer as he rushed forward, the intruder shaking his head from side to side as the unarmed men moved into actions again, one trying to sweep at the invader’s legs, another committing to a full-on tackle in an attempt to pin him down.

Whilst the shotel was swung in such a manner that its tip would stab right into the robed man’s neck.

In that instant, for no reason that he could explain, the shotel-wielder glanced up, the area was still mostly shaded by growth of bush-trees, only thin strands of light piercing through here and there, only the area where the blast had occurred was flooded with light.

It was barely perceptible, but amongst the radiant light up above, through the gaps, he noticed the presence of multiple spike-like formations of the bright energy used by the enemy, one for each of the warriors opposing the man, all hanging right above them like swords of damocles.

“Step back!” he yelled in a hurry, but somehow, nothing came out of his mouth, only silence was present, he could see some of the warriors shouting as they attacked, but they too failed to produce even the smallest of sound.

None heard the warning, and all were pierced right through their napes by the falling spikes, only the arm-bearer was left standing. freeweɓnovel.cøm

The enemy once more moved his hands and fingers.

“May I introduce you to the branch of silence in the church of death?”