Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead-Chapter 279 The Start Of Eternity

Circulating his mana, Poitirus hastened the regrowth of his lost limb, grabbing his spear with both hands, stomping his foot on the water, he glided forward, lashing out with his weapon, each thrust, Loimos replicated in kind, neither of the two opponent landing any hit in this initial clash.

The crystal serving as the tip of his spear shined brightly, infused with a hefty dose of deep water mana, condensed waters gathered all around it, forming a larger and longer point, the water's pressure capable of punching a hole through most materials without even much force put behind a strike.

Loimos let his polearm slide in his hand, until it touched the blade, he deflected the king of the lake, slashing him across the chest, in the next instant, moving to his side, Loimos stuck his back against that of Poitirus, bone spikes erupting from him, skewering the living, raising him off the water before exploding into a showers of shrapnels.

Letting his weapon disperse, the skeleton spun around and kicked the living whilst still in the air, throwing him into a thick storm of red sand, with a small cracking sound, he erupted with deep waters, running back toward Loimos, stabbing forth and missing once again as the undead flew up with wings, grabbing the lake guardian by the shoulders and flinging him around, straight into the waters, which turned liquid to soften the blow.

Putting himself back on his feet by manipulating the waters, Poitirus thrusted his spear at the sky, causing dozens of enormous tentacles to shoot up from below, Loimos recognised them as oversized purgatory octopuses, the lake's lord magic affinity seemed to not be water or deep waters, but the very lake itself, as the denizens began to form out of mana, swimming below the undead's feet and through the mist above.

Lashing out with the conjured tentacles, intent on using the creature's special ability to digest corpses against his enemy, bringing out his death force into an external flow, the predators and tendrils decayed away when trying to pin Loimos down.

Cracking noises came from within Poitirus, using the mist he lifted himself in the air, noticing that no more sand was coming, that was suspicious but his attention had to be devoted to the royal courier, staring at the undead, the guardian felt a distinct sense of dread, before, he felt threatened, sensing that the rot he harboured within was capable of reaching all.

But now, after those few exchanges, he felt it strongly, Loimos was reading into him like an open book, he had not shown much and yet, Poitirus could feel that the butcher had clearly discovered the limits of his power, and was now going to break the self-appointed god down.

"Did you tell that woman corpse to stop? You think you can defeat me all on your own?! I may not hold divinity, but make no mistake, the very environment worships me!" Loimos raised one hand, he had a proposal.

"Lord Nosferatu often limits himself to force a submission, Poitirus, from now on, you will win if you can manage to force me out of your domain, otherwise, I will defeat you and you shall accept death's blessing, be it a soldier, be it a lord, be it a king, be it a god, King Nitok's cares not for your aspirations" the creature did not answer immediately, which allowed Loimos to further his offer.

"I will not change the form of my body, only using blood non-offensively and only reinforce myself with mana alone as well, it may be humiliating for a god to accept such terms, but is it not attractive?" Poitirus scoffed.

"Very well Loimos! I trust that you are a man of your word" once more thrusting in the air, spheres of condensed waters appeared all around, serving as proxies for the constant casting of simples spells, be they water bullets, slashes or the likes, they endlessly rained down, Poitirus manipulated the mist to fly about as he wished, rushing downward toward the undead with incredible speed.

As though everything was in slow motion to him, Loimos casually side-stepped all spells and plunge, at least, it looked like this, it was more so that he had already analysed the spells and their trajectories, simply knowing where to stand and how to move to evade them before they were anywhere close to him.

Their sheer power and speed might rival with the best mages, but the finesse and proficiency was severely lacking, it had the qualities of a beast's magic, of which Loimos could see right through, having been lengthily trained by the lord of beasts himself and learned to integrate their powers and attributes.

The same went for Poitirus's spearmanship, it was brutal and swift, barbaric almost but its intent was easily read, it had been developed to compete with other beasts and not refined warriors, it was all natural instincts as a foundation.

Loimos grabbed him right by the face as the plunge was dodged, swinging into one of his own orbs of water, kicking off the ground, he met the lake's ruler right as he was stopped by the water, grabbing him into a hold and slamming him back down, where they both sunk into the water.

But only for an instant as the skeleton hoisted himself right back up whilst holding Poitirus by the neck, using solidified blood to stand, forming a wide platform to prevent the living from escaping under water.

The spear was thrust, deflected by a punch, Loimos repeatedly struck his opponent right in the face, his attacks flinging Poitirus around like a ragdoll as chunks of his head were shattered right off.

Once dazed enough, Loimos swiped the spear right out his grasp, throwing it behind his back, trapping it into solidifying blood.

All the while, the spells continued on missing their intended target, managing to gather himself again, the lake's ruler cancelled the self-operating spells and put his all into reinforcing his physical body, doing a vertex based on naught but animal instinct.

Certainly capable of punching through Loimos using only mana to augment himself, but that was only if a hit landed, with his swings, Poitirus raised high tides of devastating waters, calling onto condensed bullets that shot out as he fought.

"Dammit!" watching Loimos effortlessly evade him, the cracking coming from within intensified, never had he ever been defied and unable to crush the offender for it, channelling the vertex outside of his body, condensing it to its limits, achieving apex, and forming a spell from this energy, he unknowingly reached transcend.

Forming a five meters wide sphere of destructive waters, held in place by his will, any sort of contact with this sphere was certain to render the target into nothing, tearing them down to their smallest bits.

Tearing through the air, emitting a deep howl as the launched itself in an arc toward Loimos, twisting his foot a slight bit, Loimos waited for the sphere to get within a close distance, it wasn't exceptionally rapid, but the angle it moved at and the width of the sphere might prove problematic, might.

Once again, it was all very clear cut in its intentions, Loimos narrowly avoided the spell, and ran up to the caster, Poitirus shuddered in both fear and anger, his transcend moving to get right back on to Loimos again, but the undead simply stood there.

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The spell soon came upon him, falling apart right before impact, tendrils of red sand wrapped all around the lake king, having drained all mana that remained, and making maintaining the spell impossible.

"What sort of monster are you, Loimos? Why serve another?"

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He did not respond and instead pierced his head with a spike of bone, and just as this occurred, night fell instantly, not a flicker, the middle of the day became utter darkness.

The eclipse had begun.