Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead-Chapter 689 - Impatient

689: Impatient

689: Impatient

“Come back here you little shit-”

“Oh, you are a big strong man, I am certain you can get to me on your own despite the adversity!”

“I’ll grind you into bone meal and piss on the plants that will grow from you!”

“I wish you good luck on that!”

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A torrent of blue flames was hurled forward, barreling through nearly five hundred meters through the city, most certainly incinerating people on the way, but not any of the undeads though, this restless knew how to avoid friendly fire even when directly hitting said friends.

Dressed in simple robes scavenged back in the dust lands, the fiery restless jumped back and landed atop a still intact building, over in the distance, the large bone lotus was wreaking havoc, Xator was firing all sorts of soul attacks in every direction before promptly taking the energy back, and Xaros seemed to be struggling a fair bit, although the singing that resulted in it did not travel very far at all and was left unheard by anyone but the two protagonists of that fight.

“You filthy coward!

You do nothing but run away and attack from afar!”

“Brilliant observation, that is indeed how I fight- Why would I get close if I can turn you into charcoal from a safe distance?”

“You’ll never hit me like this, I can see it coming and move away, so come closer and strike within distance where I can’t dodge!”

“Ah yes… The classic ‘giving advice to your opponent’, I am certain that if I do what you say, that it won’t backfire extraordinarily” the restless swung his head from side to side.

“Freaking annoying… Listen!

I am Aliocen, when it comes to raw power, I am second only to Miss Alistel, tell me your name so that I can write it down poorly on your grave!”

“Brother… Saying your second is not as impressive as you think it is- And I am rather impressed that you believe that you could write my name down poorly on purpose and not simply because you can not write-”

The living seemed like he would have liked to say something, but the restless spread out his arms and kept speaking.

“-But so be it!

My name is Xaltar, and I have slaughtered many of your kind, their ashes now feeding trees, and I would like to say that it will be your fate too, but we’ve got a change of objectives recently and are now very big on something call ‘total conquest’ where we not only take control of the land, but completely absorb the population into our ranks- Isn’t that glorious?

Literally getting everything possible, absolute greed, gluttony even!

I like it!”

Aliocen wasn’t certain he understood completely what was implied, or if what was implied was just too outrageous for him to accept that the restless had the galls of spouting it, but he pointed his soul weapon forth, a zhanmadao, a greatsword which he wielded with one hand without any problem.

“I really don’t like how much you speak” and with these words, the living leapt into the air, using naught but pure brawn to kick off the ground, causing bits of stone to be flung about as he soared up and then down, swinging his blade at Xaltar like it was a stick instead of a sword.

The restless, who was already emitting some gas from the holes in his palms ignited it and pushed himself away, the entire house was demolished by the savage blow, like some sort of rabid beast, Aliocen was quick to charge again, although he wasn’t dreadfully fast, agile and far from expertly skilled with his weapon, the sheer strength and animal-like rage with which he pursued Xaltar was certainly impressive, basically throwing himself around through any and all obstacles whilst approximately swinging his weapon in the restless’s vague direction.

Snapping his claws against one another, like flint and steel, they produced a few sparks, just what was needed to create another pillar of soul flame, the flames spun counterclockwise, scorching all that they touched and barely even leaving any ash or cinders behind, not only consuming the physical material but also the very soul energy imbued into them.

It was no mistake that Xaltar was the most infamous restless to prowl the other side, unlike Xator and Xaros, who either mostly kept to himself and tended to the trees, or who stayed by the king’s side, he was always venturing around and preying on the livings that thought they could just waltz in there without consequences.

All had a different threshold, but if they managed to somehow survive one of his attacks, then the flames lingering upon them would eventually ignite their inner soul energy, indeed, they were filled to the brim with potent kindling.

The more soul energy a living possessed, the stronger they would combust, so although the stronger ones might resist more, they were actually at even a greater risk than the weaker ones to be burned from the inside out.

Aliocen should know it already, Xaltar’s one disadvantage was that he was well-known and so was his ability, and yet, the madman decided to charge right through the blue flame, emerging before the restless coated in a smouldering inferno.

“I suppose a blockhead like yourself would be suitably hardy” naturally, high physical strength begets high durability and resilience.

As the zhanmadao was swing down at his head, the restless was quick to bring his hands together, gas already accumulated and blasting forth into a point-blank, short-range explosion, propelling Xaltar away from the enemy whilst also blasting Aliocen away, but not nearly as far as expected.

“Oh?

You can still stand?

Not even a little ringing in your ears?

Some of your fellows who only got hit by the soundwaves had their eardrums burst, you know?”

“The hell are you yapping about?”

“Oh dear, he is actually deaf and just doesn’t care… Can’t you at least stumble and look slightly stunned like a normal person?”

‘And he managed to extinguish the flames… Guess his soul energy is as robust as him, it is too ferocious and actually overpowered my flames… I’ll have to batter this guy some more, I suppose’ holding out his right hand, instead of launching a pillar of flames or creating another explosion, Xaltar focused and instead sprayed forth of constant stream of soul fire, focusing on forcefully setting the ambient soul energy, his opponent’s clothes and flesh alight to wear down his resistances.

‘Any time now…’ as Aliocen did not judge necessary to dodge that very easy to evade attack and instead ran right through, the restless preparing another attack in his left hand, he finally heard it.

“Impatient”

The magic word was spoken, always much too late in Xaltar’s opinion, these livings were really frugal to a fault with their soul energy and would rather get stabbed in their bits or have their flesh cooked than expend it too early.

The spray of flames was forcefully broken as Aliocen rushed forth, his strength pushing him off the ground with even greater strength than before.

Going in a straight line toward the restless, who simply held his left hand out.

“Impatient is the right word, indeed…”