Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead-Chapter 329 Fear The Night : Annoying

Sitting upon a rock, chin resting upon a delicate hand, bright pink hair swaying in the cold, putrescent air, unbothered by the royal miasma, by the eternal darkness casted by the sun of oblivion, sighing, Maiele Liameilos was well outside the safety of the barrier, the natural hazards of the death-touched continent did not bother her in the slightest.

Although a bit uncomfortable on her skin, it was not yet powerful enough, and with her eyes infused with true sunlight, the veil of dark could not deceive her sight, rubbing the back of her neck, she did not turn her head as two figures appeared behind and in front of her.

The Elven Light was not feeling very enthusiastic about a fight at the moment, scratching the point of her ear, standing up from the rock she was sitting upon, stretching her arms, articulations popping with satisfying sounds.

"So, a rematch it is?" she smiled smugly, although not especially excited, she was not going to say no to a difficult confrontation, it was what got her blood pumping after all, feeling like her life held onto a thin line, this was what she lived for, when one was eternal and untouchable by illness, when one had lived a life of brutality and slaughter, the prospect of losing and taking life was the only thing that could get her to smile and laugh truthfully.

"Well, the first plan was just for one of us to come and do some good old fashioned stalling, pride of the undead!-"

"-But we brothers always do things together, most things at least, I will not be affiliated with his embarrassing attempts to hit on the beast priestesses" with the squeak of iron, Atsalinopalo laughed.

"Now, did you really have to tell the god damned Elven Light about this?"

"It's funny"

"...Alright, it is pretty funny, ahahah!" Maiele rubbed the bridge of her nose, she talked of a rematch, and indeed, this was the second time a fight would break out against the twin gravelords, and even with the fact that one had to get himself fixed from last time, they were just as annoying as they used to be.

Enjoying their banter a little too much, in much too many situations.

Doing the necessary movement, the mythical elf called forth her sun, its brilliance tearing through the night, but the echelon of power had already been settled, Nitok's black sun was the strongest of the two, and although she was able of conjuring it into existence, it was severely lacking in power.

And clearly, Vespertillo and Atsalinopalo knew this already, not even moving from their spot, a little bit of steam rising from their bodies but not much else, the true sunlight suffocated by the darkness cast by the solar body of darkness above.

"Aherm… So I heard that you denied joining us as a most powerful undead?" Vespertillo's wings disappearing from view, his claws extending from their respective fingers, glistening under the shine of true sunlight.

Each vampire had a different level of sunlight they could endure, and of course, the lords were especially resistant compared to the regular vampire, even if the two brothers were below Dracula and Nosferatu in this regard, with the sunlight weakened by the influence of their glorious monarch, they were allowed to bask in the sun for the first time in countless years, not particularly enjoying this sombre moment.

Opening his metallic maw, a thin tube emerged, bright white flames fired out in a way that imitated Dracula in his draconic form, albeit to a much lesser degree, and by using an incendiary fuel instead of blood, propelling it with great force, the liquid blasted into the ground, leaving in its wake shallow lines of blazing destruction.

Rattling his throat, Vespertillo spat corrosive mucus repeatedly, bearing holes into the ground and stone around the mountain, the bright figure of the Elven Light weaving in between their attacks coming from opposite direction, jumping up onto her sun, with it able of actually remain manifested, this meant that the sunlight sealed within her was allowed to burst out without requiring some gorey workaround. Your next read is at novelbuddy

Firing out beams of light from both her body and from the sun itself, the brightness was plagued by dark, like malevolent serpents, it coiled around her attacks, slowing and weakening them, allowing the twin gravelords to move out of the way with ease, spreading their wings and flying about to evade as they pleased.

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Beasts of blood, and golems of silver were conjured up by each of the brothers, rays of light shot out at will, lighting up distant portions of the night before being snuffed as per the will of the king.

"You know what I think, Atsalinopalo?"

"What do you think, Vespertillo?"

"What sort of brothers call themselves by their full names like this? Especially with such mouthfuls" Liameilos squirmed with discomfort at their barely disguised comedy bits, she was truly regretting not burning them to ashes back then, should have tried even harder to erase them from the face of the world.

Even after countless years, those two were still the same, like two kids that would not stop speaking in class, awful to be around, truly one needed to be cold blooded, to support this endless back and forth.

And she knew that even if she fired a hole through one of them, they wouldn't get any more serious, because they were absolutely, one hundred percent serious already, this was their maximum and she wished that was wrong.

They ignored her remark, and also the fact that she was charging for some more blasts as they paused to run their mouths.

"I think that Miss Maiele Liameilos, would make for a great lord to the sun-walking vampires left behind by Ynigós"

"A most fine remark that you just thought up on the spot and that we did think over beforehand! They thrive under sunlight, and even if not as a vampire, her sun could be very beneficial to them"

The two nodded in unison, thumb and index on their chins.

"But she has already declined!"

"Ah shoot… What a shame, but there is so much fighting coming up ahead-"

She just shot at them without paying their monologue any mind, not like it was going to go anywhere, a concentrated, constant beam of light emerged from the released sun, whilst the elf manifested shards of light from above, quickly firing them out as the longer they stayed in the darkness, the more they would lose in efficiency.

Like a duo of mostly abject dancers, the brothers worked together to dodge the attacks, using their wings to fly around, manipulating the blood within them to make absurd turns and stops any time they wished.

Atsalinopalo was the easier target, for Vespertillo could embody the aspects of pretty much any beast, his way of flying and moving around could change at any time, making him even more unpredictable than his brother, but that was not to say that The Shattered was actually getting hit, whilst not as flexible, his various enhancements in machinery upon his body gave him many ways to be confusing as well.

The Night Flier swooped in unexpectedly, close proximity with the sun was a bit harder to handle but sweating blood, he formed a filament of protection, engaging the Elven Light in close quarters with his bestial style of combat.

Coming up against Maiele's more refined and structured style, well, at least it appeared more refined on the surface thanks to all her finesse, twists and twirls as well as just how she looked in general, truthfully, when she got to actually attacking, the elf was incredibly brutal and almost savage.

Vespertillo's preferred type of opponent.

"Don't fall in love mid-fight brother!" simultaneously taking a jab at Vespertillo, Atsalinopalo also attracted attention to himself, some sort of a needle sticking out of his left palm, firing out a condensed beam of pure mana.

In the distance, the barrier cracked louder than ever before.