Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead-Chapter 563 : Your Purpose Is To Die

The pure white fabric, created without death force to stay together within realms adverse to the truth, was stained red, quickly darkening as it accumulated and seeped through, instinctively, he tried to grab onto something before him, latching onto distinctively felt like a lithe arm, he couldn't see it, he could hardly even feel its touch as he gripped as tightly as possible.

He didn't want to die, and with something piercing his neck, the best way to achieve this outcome was to prevent his attacker from moving, as only if the object puncturing him did not budge at all would he have a chance to perhaps survive this, or so he thought, the amount of blood pouring out already told another story.

Despite the perceived thinness of that limb, nothing the soldier was doing seemed to be effective, like trying to force a steel lock open using a loose piece of wool, he squeezed uselessly, struck with his fists to no avail, clawed in desperation.

'How strong-'

"Shhh… Just let it go" the language being softly whispered into his ears didn't make any sense to him, but even without understanding a word, he began to calm down, a figure with a smooth grey skin, some sort of smoke hovering over the skin, their eyes almost hypnotic as they repeatedly changed from one shape to another.

His attacker casually removed the sharp object piercing his neck, allowing a torrent of blood to pour out as the pessimistic soldier was refusing to die.

"Now, now… No need to prolong your suffering, just close your eyes and fell asleep" gently grabbing his head and pulling it into a hug, he couldn't even register that the same person who had just fatally wounded him was no pressing up her chest against his face, all life escaping him without anyone noticing a single thing.

"I am so sorry, you seemed like such a nice guy… But we can't get anything out of prisoners" continuing on cradling the now limp corpse for a few more moments, the green sun warrior eventually sighed and carried the body away.

From the perspective of the sun worshippers, the invaders clad in white looked rather silly, in reality, they had never even stepped out of that first chamber, the gates hadn't been pulled open, or rather, they pulled open imaginary doors, the actual ones having been standing a distance away.

This entire time, they had been pacing around the same room without realising it and somehow, the moment the pessimistic soldier realised it, despite his words being entirely foreign and incomprehensible, his revelations had been clear to the sun worshippers.

They were the ones in charge of maintaining this illusion, the room was actually bathed in emerald light, about as bright as it could get, the particles of light manipulated to cast the image of an immense labyrinth flooded with darkness, it was their firstmost line of defence, and against the living soldiers of the empire, it was exceptionally effective.

The realm's inhabitants did not know how effective illusions would be against undeads, as they were supposedly immune to them, but might also not be if within this world brimming with life and rejectful of their very existence, especially when the source of the illusion was emerald light, which was infused with the same life as the sun itself.

They would see when actual undeads showed up, and if they didn't just burst into spirit life the instant they stepped in.

Seeing that the current invaders were completely fooled, it had naturally been decided to wait some time and study them, the very fact that livings were being used as foot soldiers meant much in of itself, and it was probable that they would be the main enemies.

Although killing sapient, humanoid beings wasn't something anyone enjoyed particularly, the acts of cannibalism and clear signs of fanaticism that transcended language barriers did not leave the worshippers any choice but to slay them all.

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Green sun battlemonks and green sun warriors were slowly cutting down their numbers now, not too quickly as Herald Ioleznta was gathering and reading from their spirit life, as well as sorting which parts had to be destroyed for suspicion of carrying undead influence and which one could be safely fed into the realm.

Although no one had said it aloud yet, the destruction of invaders had the prospect of greatly nourishing the realm, thanks to the green sun's involvement, every bits of spirit life was always worth more than it should be, and thus, the realm slowly grew more vibrant, but with a new source of spirit life, everything would be thriving even further.

"Did you discover anything, Herald Ioleznta?" asked one as she opened her eyes again, a sign that the current bath was dealt with.

"Unfortunately, the parts who house relevant memories are plagued by undead influence, it seems like the important memories to us are consciously riddled with it at that" she explained, a small smile on her face anyways.

Their corpse-like opponents seemed to have already considered and put measures against memory-reading and the likes, either because they were simply that cautious, or because her last attempt at doing so had not gone unnoticed, Ioleznta would guess that it was a mix of both, that they had further reinforced the defence protocol on such things after being made aware that they could interact with memory in some way.

"Those undeads seem like very smart and reactive fellows, I wish we could have had friendlier relationships, but alas…"

The wisps from that last soldier were just arriving, prompting her to close both eyes again.

"Oh, and see, this one isn't quite as plagued with it… Weirdly enough" this one's behaviour had been clearly different the entire time, he was a good actor but to the sun worshippers who spent their days pulling pranks and making fun of others, noticing any subtle signs that someone was uncomfortable or lying was incredibly important.

And this guy, had been doing very much of both of those things, about what exactly no one could know as their words sound like someone drowning whilst simultaneously singing to them, but judging from how little his wisps of spirit life were tainted, it was probably because he wasn't quite as loyal as the rest.

Still, Ioleznta found it hard to believe that the undead would have not only missed a renegade amongst their ranks, but missed one that was within the very first troops they were sending into this realm.

With how disciplined the rest were, unwavering even as they were forced to devour one another, it just looked like this poor fellow was set up as a trap of some sort.

The herald expected herself to get blasted by some sort of attack the moment she pried into these wisps, the last time had not resulted in anything more than a nosebleed, but a more prepared attack could easily be dangerous, she was sort of exposing herself when investigating spirit life.

'Careful… And- Mmh?'

"Oh… Ahahah… I really wish we were on friendlier terms now, they've got jokes as well!"

"Herald Ioleznta?"

"This guy was allowed to be different on purpose, to be noticeable amongst the masses, his memory carried a little message"

"What did it say?" the young worshipper next to her asked, Ioleznta letting suspense grow for a few more seconds.

"Surrender and join us in death, accept perfection! Oh, they are hilarious…"