Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead-Chapter 772 Operation Arid Soil Part Eigthy-Three

772: Operation Arid Soil : Part Eigthy-Three

772: Operation Arid Soil : Part Eigthy-Three

The abominable corpse shook its body like a dog that had just stepped out of water, sending bits of rotten flesh, pungent blood and sand flying all over the area, the enemy living rising up from the ground after narrowly avoiding the spray of vile puke, looking at the undead that seemed fine after being launched through multiple house, it was hard to believe that he had landed a direct hit on that thing not so long ago.

‘My imbuement of vapour into its body must have been too superficial… Not a trace of it is left inside of this thing…’ he thought to himself, unaware that the cadaver had merely ripped the infected parts of its body, and that it was the real reason why it had taken so long to return.

The undead, apart from having a most bizarre maw for a head, was not shaped in a proper manner, making it appear as though it did not follow the form of any skeleton and that it was just a mass of rot and sand that simply held together into a rough, animalistic form, with arms and legs that were the exact same length and not quite symmetrical with one another.

Without wait, the corpse lunged at the living, bringing one of its arm down at the Ersta’sol, who swiftly stepped to the side, and did not attempt a counterattack as the undead was quick to drag the limb it had smashed into the ground, pushing much sand and launching it directly at the watchful follower.

He merely created a small pulse of energy to prevent any of the grains from blinding him, jumping over the low sweeps of his feral opponents, eventually jumping forward and landing an empowered kick directly to what served as its head, naturally assuming that it should be a weak point.

The corpse’s maw was driven into the ground, but only for a mere instant, its four limbs articulating themselves like they each had hundreds of joints, rising up and then slamming into the sand, pushing itself up and sending the Ersta’sol flying up, the man was swift to stop himself from being sent right through the canopy of sollock, landing on the ground further away, the undead already running in his direction.

‘Where did that Ersta’la go?’ he wondered, having lost sight of Cheops pretty much since the cadaver had come back, as a vapour user of Illusory Undeviginti, he naturally was well-suited to concealing his energy signature, and with the Ersta’sol needing to spare much attention for the rotten enemy, he could not expand his senses to make a deep search of the surroundings.

‘Did he run away?

Or is he waiting to ambush me?

How could anyone coordinate with such a vile creature?’ concentrating part of his vapour upon his right hand, holding it as though intending to strike with a chop attack, he walked toward the rapidly approaching enemy.

He scoffed, walking right through the undead, who dispersed into a cloud of pink vapour, revealing that the real beast was actually not quite as close just yet, with a precise motion, he sliced the arm swung in his direct, moving at an angle that the other arm would struggle to reach.

Puked at again, he dodged and got close to being crushed by one of the undead’s hind limbs, which he swiftly cut as well, backing off as the dismemberment caused foul substances to be splashed everywhere.

Quickly however, he noticed that the corpse had reached for the first limb it had lost and was just sticking it back on, and it worked like charm.

‘Launching it away doesn’t work, and slicing its limb off doesn’t work either?’ he frowned, deciding that if cutting it a bit didn’t work, then he would just cut it into many more pieces, until he had no way to reattach any parts.

All the while keeping his guard up for Cheops, he expanded much more vapour than he would have liked, by focusing on offence so much, he put himself into much more danger to counterattacks, getting hit and thrown around multiple times as he was either unable to evade, or had to make a choice between receiving blunt force trauma, or being doused in the vile vomit.

Not wishing to be immobilised, he would always pick the former, and would often be sent back a few steps as the undead would have time to put back some of its lost pieces after landing an attack, but in the end, the Ersta’sol managed to keep the corpse from moving, at the expense of way too much of his vapour, and enduring dozens of hit.

And yet, although immobilised, the undead was not done for, if left alone, it seemed like it would somehow manage to put itself back together, as tendrils of black sludge were slowly seeping out of the chopped off bits.

‘It should be staying still for at least thirty minutes… Now, where did that guy go?

Apart from that one illusion, there have been no signs of him at all’ the Ersta’sol wasn’t intending on letting Cheops go, so he closed his eyes and focused on detecting vapour, although the illusory worshippers were skilled in hiding, the one he was looking for was a mere Ersta’la, against the senses of an Ersta’sol, he would be found out without question.

His vapour would give Cheops’s location away.

‘Mmh… Did he run away that far?

I can’t sense anything-‘ the Ersta’sol let out an involuntary sigh as something struck his back, looking down to see a blade protruding from his chest.

“Filthy trickster…!” the curved sword was quickly pulled out, causing a great flow of blood to fall, the Ersta’sol lacking the vapour to mend such a grievous wound.

He turned his head to look at Cheops, his attacker was looking awfully bad for someone who had done nothing, having merely casted a few illusions and waited to land a single sneak attack, but to actually succeed in his attack, Cheops had drained himself of all of the vapour he possessed, essentially making himself invisible for the Ersta’sol, who like most, would attempt to detect a vapour user by getting a hold of their inner vapour.

Cheops did take any chances and stabbed the fallen Ersta’sol in the throat as well, twisting his blade before slumping against the wall of a nearby house, draining his own energy so thoroughly had given him a most debilitating headache, and made him feel like he was beyond sick, right now, the content of his stomach seemed to be wishing to exit through the entrance.

“Sorry, mister- Or miss undead, my living self needs to lie down for a while” he said to the corpse in pieces before disappearing inside of an empty house.

The abomination shaking its head as though thinking :

‘Yet another proof of living inferiority’

Though, Cheops had definitely done a good job to take out this enemy.