Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead-Chapter 765 Operation Arid Soil Part Seventy-Six

765: Operation Arid Soil : Part Seventy-Six

765: Operation Arid Soil : Part Seventy-Six

He waited for as long as was possible before slithering out of his hiding spot, the space he had carved was a bit too cramped up for him now, still holding the baby closely, the simple act of leaving the stuffy hiding spot felt like a breath of air washed over the both of them, even with the temperature being dreadfully high.

The barricade as been cleanly sliced through, the sounds he had heard having been just that, the upper portion of the barricade sliding off the lower before falling on the ground, it certainly was frightening to imagine that a person could just carve their way through sandstone like that, but he supposed that this was a perk of wielding weapons made entirely out of vapour.

Carefully poking his head out of the room, almost expecting his pursuer to be standing right there, waiting for him, but there was only empty space anywhere he looked, the solar temple was in a lull, at least for a few second, until a blood-curdling scream echoed down the halls over in the distance, from the direction the mask woman had gone to…

Seemed like there were indeed people hiding inside of the temple, and she had found one of them.

“Don’t worry little guy- Gal?

I don’t know, but don’t worry, I’ll protect you with my life if necessary” he spoke to the baby, who stared back at him without a hint of comprehension, not even a single droplet of understanding.

‘Why am I trying to speak with a baby?’ he wondered to himself, shaking his head as he moved whilst hugging the wall to his left.

“I know where the kitchens are, we should be able to get you something to drink there… Won’t be as good as what your mom must have been feeding you, but it will have to do” he mumbled to himself, constantly checking his surroundings as he felt like the slightest lack of attention would result in the heretic ending up literally breathing down on his neck.

A few minutes after the first screams, another erupted, cut short as something fell hard with a scrunch.

‘What is that maniac doing?

And is there no one that can stand up to her?’ this was simply ridiculous, she was at most an Ersta’la considering that she wore a decorated item, plenty of people should be her match in combat, yet, everyone seemed to cower in fear or be torn apart the instant they ran into her.

It was simply ludicrous that a single enemy was just mowing through them all, but from the sound of things, that was exactly what was happening, as many more screams and shouts came echoing through the solar temple, the youth doing his absolute best to keep as far away from the source of these yells as was possible.

Which made his trip toward the kitchen much longer than it would have normally been.

He covered the infant’s eyes.

The door he had picked to get to the kitchens was obstructed by the corpse of what had been an arm-bearer, the youth probably would have been able to recognise the poor man if not for the fact that he had been thoroughly disfigured, the madwoman’s sickles had fallen repeatedly upon his face, turning it into an unidentifiable mass of gore that had no dried due to the heat.

With his back against the wall and lower jaw barely hanging on, it made the boy want to puke, but he held it in and moved past the cadaver, finally entering the kitchen area, which was cooler than the majority of the temple, having been constructed in a manner that prevented direct sunlight from heating up the place through the walls, and with plenty of hallways that favoured the passage of cold breezes, all to ensure that the reserves of food did not spoil too quickly.

Like a little glutton, the baby drank stocked-up blood before burping, and then promptly falling asleep without a care in the world.

‘This baby is weird… Whose is it, anyways?’ the youth glanced around and drank some blood as well, instantly feeling a bit better, it was easy to not notice when they were so used to it, but the murderous sun was draining him of his hydration quickly.

His eyes caught movement from where he had come from.

Then, he picked up on some vapour being used.

The masked woman was nowhere to be seen, but the dead body he had passed was slowly rising up, back dragging against the wall as sanguine vapour rose from within, seizing control of the carcass.

‘I had almost forgotten that this was their main trick…’ he frowned, sanguine worshippers commonly took control of skeletal remains, it was what they, and their patron sun were known for, but it was true that when they attacked, those they felled were said to also be taken over.

He had no idea why or how this corpse had been taken control of when the heretic should currently be far away, if the last scream he had heard was to be taken into account.

The youth carefully put down the slumbering baby, hiding it inside of a sandstone cabinet before pointing his sword toward the corpse-puppet, who for some reason, mirrored the action and pointed its own weapon at the boy, which was a nzappa zap axe.

Readying his ikakalaka, infusing it with as much pale blue vapour as he could, both the morbid marionette and living lunged forth at the same time, the former surged chaotically with sanguine vapour, unable to actually control the vapour to do anything.

Noticing this, the boy decided to stand his ground instead of continuing his charge, parrying the unempowered strike, and using the curvature at near the tip of his blade to hook the corpse’s wrist, forcing its arm into an uncomfortable position before kicking it in the puppet’s knee.

The corpse buckled under the strike, giving the youth ample time to cut off the hand holding the axe, before sending the cadaver’s head rolling to the ground, which did not stop it from moving and trying to claw at the boy with its one remaining hand.

Forcing him to repeatedly hack it down until it was unable to move any longer. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

Breathing heavily, he looked down at the defiled corpse, forced to act under the will of an enemy and then desecrated by the blade of a former ally, it was a most repugnant fate.

‘I better get moving-‘ he turned around right in time to see a hook-like protuberance of pale red begin to pull at the leaf curtain opposite to where he stood.

She was here.