Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead-Chapter 724 - Operation Arid Soil Part Thirty-Five

724: Operation Arid Soil : Part Thirty-Five

724: Operation Arid Soil : Part Thirty-Five

The Ersta’la was forced on the defensive, taking steps down on the stairs as his opponent had the high ground, as well as a longer reach than he did, not to mention that just by the sound the warm air produced with every swing, it was clear that each strike was intended to at least cripple him.

This invader’s style of combat was hard to read as well, a mixture of raw, unbridled aggressive, using both scimitars to repeatedly strike without pause, but also an oddly graceful footwork that made the living fear to go on the offensive, as it seemed like the whole way of battle of the aggressor could morph totally at any second.

As he thought of this, the two scimitars struck a feint, and a straight kick instead lunged for him, striking the curved blade against his chest, and throwing him off the stairs for good, managing to land on his two feet, staring as the invader casually descended the steps toward him.

He stepped back further away, wishing to take this fight into a more open space.

“Are you not planning on answering any of my questions?” he chuckled, feeling his chest ache from the kick, going into a combat stance as the enemy stepped off the stairs themself, the Ersta’la channelled Illusory Undeviginti’s vapour.

He was not the sort that could do so without a decorated arm, but his status as Ersta’la meant that he was much better than most still, although most did not mean much in the case of the followers of Illusory Undeviginti as they were so few to begin with.

First, he created a wide blast of pink smoke, as it cleared up a mere few seconds later, it revealed a few dozen identical copies of himself surrounding the dual wielder. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

‘Better work than that other living, that’s for sure’ thought Ir’Houwl, the illusions conjured up by the pink vapour were certainly good, as they actually created something that was tangible enough, instead of messing with one’s mind or perception, they simply created objects and beings that any and all could see.

Which was exactly how one should go if they truly wished to trick an undead, unfortunately, the living had no idea what an undead even was, and thus, his little creations were heavily flawed even when he did not forget any visual aspects like the other living had when he had created doubles of himself.

Perhaps had his affinity or talent with the vapour been greater, that problem would have solved itself without him knowing, but that did not happen.

Ir’Houwl turned her head directly at the real one, who had made the cheeky decision of charging straight ahead, hiding in plain sight and where it was most dangerous, the Ersta’la froze as his gaze met the of the minor lord, she didn’t even do anything else other than look at him, but as the man stepped back, it felt like he had just dodged death.

Manifesting one single grain of red sand for each of the decoys, the undead launched them all right through their bodies, dispersing them all without their creator even seeing what had caused it, further heightening his fears.

His eyes could not perceive the grains as they were launched in an instant and were instantly made to disappear the instant they connected with their target.

“What the- You are not a follower of Undeviginti!

Where did you get these powers?!” demanded the living, already channelling more vapour, this time much more as he caused a cloud of pink smoke to emerge from him and this time, it was here to stay.

The Ersta’la disappeared from view, the smoke obstructing all prying senses, so it was definitely a better usage of the vapour than whatever he had tried before, at least from the minor lord’s perspective as this one could actually mess with her enough, to prevent immediate detection.

Creating opportunities was one thing, but actually having the means to seize and make use of them was something else entirely, Ir’Houwl didn’t budge and merely raised one of her stone blades to block a strike coming from her right, and then from her left.

Both of them dissipating into pink vapour the moment they were blocked, and this continued for a few more moments, even as the numbers increased, all she did was moved her arms parry the strikes, no matter from where they came from, the living could not make his decoys faster than he was, and this man might not be slow in the grand scheme of things, but compared to the undead, it was like he was fighting underwater against a swordfish that could just zoom around.

But try he continued to attempt, Ir’Houwl knew that he was still within the cloud, as her senses were focused on the edges of it, if anything tried to move, no matter how stealthy, she would sense it and it was clear that the living was still hiding somewhere around here, presumably awaiting an opening to strike, waiting for the decoys to manage to distract her.

Or so would make the most sense, but the followers of Illusory Undeviginti were tricksters, the small obelisk might have been made by people who disliked them, but the words that had been used were no inaccurate, and so, as five decoys emerged at once, the real Ersta’la struck as well, swinging his blade the minor lord’s leg, probably hoping that he could at least maim and keep her from going on about, that way he would be able to run away and go assist his fellows that were fighting near the city’s entrance.

If he could gather some more arm-bearers, then they might just manage to take Ir’Houwl down, as far as one who was wholly ignorant of how vast the power difference was could strategise, this was rather sound reasoning.

Not like cutting off one of her legs would do much in stopping her, but it was just another problem of operating on the logic of life and applying it to everything else, he just didn’t know any better.

The curved blade was swung with his maximum strength and accuracy, only for Ir’Houwl to rise one foot, easily divert its course and hook the living’s arm with her leg, pulling him in and throwing him to the ground before stomping on his right biceps, giving a nasty twist of her foot against the tense muscle.

“I assume that followers of Illusory Undeviginti simply aren’t that great of traditional warriors?

You folks must rely on your illusions to get hits in, right?”

The man only groaned in pain as a response.

“I asked a question” she said, this time in the death tongue, the living didn’t understand a word but suddenly stopped struggling, and answered without delay.

“Y-Yes… We have the smallest numbers and don’t even have access to resources to build our own cities and barely anything to forge our own decorated weapons… Illusions and trickery are what we do best…”

“Good, this city is mine now, and if you agree to sign this little piece of paper right there… I might just not kill everyone here”

“Curse you…”