Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead-Chapter 754 Operation Arid Soil Part Sixty-Five

754: Operation Arid Soil : Part Sixty-Five

754: Operation Arid Soil : Part Sixty-Five

Despite being of an age that some would qualify as ancient instead of old, Khasekhemwy was striking, dodging and weaving around with the same ease as he did when he was still young, the ring decorating his birds, clicked and tapped against one another with every wide movement, his eyes and body constantly emitting great amounts of solar vapour, redirecting a powerful swing of the stone scimitar, the uneven and rugged texture nearly digging into his palm despite the masterful deflect.

Nonetheless, he used this opportunity to step closer, and getting himself to It’Houwl’s right, he had just parried a swing of the right scimitar, so currently, the undead’s blade and arm were in the way of the left blade, and putting himself at an odd angle preventing him from being kicked, he fired a condensed bullet of prime vapour at close range, the air erupting with small flames around it.

But just as the attack was fired, Ir’Houwl bent her chest and stomach area out of the way.

‘Is this woman a damned contortionist?!’ the Prime Ersta’ra raised an eyebrow, even with his power, if he attempted something like that, he would definitely hurt himself.

‘I shouldn’t think of her as like me… It’s obvious something is off with this self-proclaimed lord…’ it might not be obvious at a glance, but anyone with eyes would eventually notice the discrepancy with her apparent form, the undead’s overall body shape was one of a tall woman and broad shoulders, wielding two, heavy-looking stone scimitars, it was only natural to expect a bulky physique, especially when her shadowy clothing was so ample and wide, but those paying attention would quickly become aware that this could not be further from the truth.

Ir’Houwl was an utterly dry husk of a corpse, it was dubious if she even had any skin left at all or if she actually was a skeleton, the minor lord was about as lean as a cadaver could get, and by filling the empty space with some sand, it created strange movements, like worms or insects under one’s skin, with every of her motions, some appearing grotesque, but some subtle enough to have might interpret them as the twitch of a muscle hidden underneath.

This was deliberate and had been thought in this manner, the refined battle instinct of the old man urged him to act when one of such tells appeared, and he had to fight back his own reflexes, well aware that it was all deception, in fact, despite how the dual wielding of such powerful blades, her height and the brutal attacks, the undead’s style of doing battle was much less direct than one might imagine, but once again, that was just another layer of deception.

Unpredictability was a core of combat, one might even say that it was its most fundamental essence, although she could not match the sheer madness that could be induced if one at the misfortune of being on the wrong end of Harbinger’s Harvest, Ir’Houwl was still pretty good at trickery and misdirection.

For example, since this fight began, this act of contortionism was the first real movement that could not have been so easily performed by a living, and before the bearded old man could put two and two together, she stopped the momentum of her earlier swing and brought down its pommel right toward the elder’s head.

Khasekhemwy, not knowing what an undead even was, had naturally not known that they could control their bodies like this to just defy the laws of momentum, but no panic showed on his face.

Ir’Houwl stopped her strike at the last second, as a flurry of arrows and slashes made up of watchful vapour flew her way at an incredible pace, stepping back and avoiding them, she had been keeping a close eye on Ny-Hor, but the bandaged was quick and stealthy about his casting, with the minor lord’s lack of proper grasp on vapour as an energy, she could not see through him and witness the spark of him forming or preparing to hurl an attack using his vapour.

A small dent was now on her mask, a small graze…

The Prime Ersta’ra was already rushing back toward her, pouring energy into his body beyond what he had been doing before, which would lead to his vapour being drained, but his reserves were deep anyways, so there was no need to be too stingy.

Stepped aside to avoid a straight punch, a line of prime vapour shooting forward following the missed strike, the old man then sent a kick her way, and slash of the solar energy rushing forth once it ended, each of his attacks was so densely packed with augmentative energy that his every strong movements casted a follow-up attack, which made it impossible to dodge by just stepping back, effectively extending the range of his attacks well beyond the reach of his arms and legs.

And with the bandaged old man playing support from afar, removing one direction from the catalogue available to the undead was simply asking to be skewered and sliced by his solar spells.

‘Finally, some worthy opponents!

Overcoming them shall bring me closer into the realm General Loimos envisions for me…’ her elation totally unnoticeable, the minor lord stomped the sand, making the two livings mark a pause as they felt that something was coming.

Assuming a stance with her arms spread out, Ir’Houwl manifested more red sand than she had ever done since entering this realm, or even during any actual fight, it had been quite a while since she had had to actually exert her innate ability to such an extent for anything that wasn’t a spar between undeads.

Like every single grain was en entity, they moved and spread all around, both of the old worshippers expanding their vapour well outside of their bodies as a protective barrier as stay grains began flying around in a circle all around them whilst the rest were all bulked up together, like a rising wave, it soon came slamming down with a loud clap.

‘Good, they aren’t powerless against it, this shall be a good challenge’ Ir’Houwl looked up, part of the collapsing mass of red sand had exploded before it had even hit the ground, caused by precise detonations of vapour by both of the livings, and now, they were just casually floating in the air, almost looking like they were just standing in the air, like how the nightbirds could.

But of course, it wasn’t the same method, they were created a physical foothold by solidifying the vapour beneath them, which was plenty impressive already, as its name implied, the solar vapour of all five Undeviginti somewhat gaseous, although many energies looked gaseous, few actually were anywhere like it.

The vapour having this property made it an energy that was particularly difficult to get a grasp of, at least, that was the case if you were used to the rest, the livings of this realm, knew only of vapour, so it would work the opposite way for them…

Unfortunately, Ir’Houwl could not really use that to her advantage here, she relied on her martial prowess and innate ability to do battle.

‘That level of control and manipulation already sets them apart from Ersta’sols, but I have the feeling that it’s not what granted them their title… What is it? freёnovelkiss.com

Could it be…’

The minor lord rose up from the ground as red sand accumulated beneath her feet, grinding her side of her scimitars against one another as the bearded old man was quick to approach her once again.