Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

Arrows rained from the sky with astounding precision, aiming for the regular folks rather than the more adept guards, whose guard was raised the instant they learned of what was happening, projectiles aimed at citizens's vitals flew in between buildings, following the shape of an arc.

Some fell to the ground the instant they were hit, others stumbled about for a few seconds as their throats and organs were damaged, few shots missed their marks, although not everyone were struck with lethal wounds, what followed forced all attention to be put on the ones that had been successfully targeted however.

The volley of arrows ceased only a minute after it had begun, the deceased suddenly began convulsing, their corpses bloating and decaying at a rapid pace before the sudden accumulation of miasma caused them to burst into pieces.

Mounds of rotten flesh crawled together, gathering random bones before finally forming into rotten hounds and masses of putrefied rats, all of them dispersing all over the city, running past the people and guards, spreading blighted blood as they went.

"Don't let any of them hide, the lady is already mad enough!" one of them shouted, the guards ran around like headless chickens, pursuing decayed corpses through the streets, forced to crawl on the ground to find those rats hiding under buildings.

Unseen by the many people rushing to lock themselves inside their homes, and the guards doing their utmost to not displease their lady, many skeletal hands clung to the sides of habitations, serving as Loimos's eyes and ears, allowing him to aim for people that were incredibly far away.

His initial intrusion inside of the manor taught him valuable information, inspecting the dungeon, which was only a single room large, he had been able to detecting a rather faint death force deeper underground, though the shape of the slumbering undead was unclear, Loimos had been able to tell that it was humongous, this didn't ring any bell concerning named members of the king's court, but it indicated to him that it was a precious ally nonetheless.

This ally was deep underground however, encased in several meters of dungeon rock, which could quickly recuperate the damage dealt to it, his disembodied hand couldn't reach the undead by itself, and even if it could, it would be a bad idea to awake it this way. Stay tuned for updates on empire

Lady Syklon would be nearby where the giant creature bursted out of the earth and ripped everything apart, he didn't know the full extent of her capabilities, but it seemed likely that she would be able to dealing with the undead with ease, as such, Loimos needed to lure her well away from her manor.

The fact that the undead had been caught into the spatial distortion also meant that Loimos had no choice but to get inside, or to disrupt whatever was the source of it, both were easier said than done.

To this end, he had regrown and removed his hands multiple times, spreading them all around the city and sending some of them to do some light scouting.

And he just managed to find out something of interest, coaxing some roaming Derelictus-Mens into doing his bidding was simple enough, they froze right in their track and would stay like this for multiple seconds upon being exposed to the death tongue, from their, instilling the fear of their imminent death required only to walk up to them.

The two that had died and been swiftly converted into undeads had returned to their cave, where their queen resided.

Letting the guards of Muho Chitai struggle with his created undeads, and the damage they were causing by puking rotten blood everywhere they went, eating away at the wooden structures, and once their time ended, the creations of rot would simply explode, creating nests of rot.

That would occupy them and keep them on their toes for a little while, as the undead headed for the Derelictus-Mens queen, he himself doubted that he could accomplish much all on his own, his current mastery of the primeval rot allowed him to gain the advantage in number and to submerge enemies, but that trick would only work on those that were about as powerful as him, or only a bit stronger and not in possession of a way to counter attack on the same scale as the undead.

Lady Syklon and her three best guards possessed the means to render this meaningless, since he couldn't just become instantly stronger to remedy to this obstacle, he simply had to enlist some assistance from the natives, the two monsters turned undead were quickly dispatched by the stronger members of their little tribe, immediately noticing that something was wrong with them.

The other three were still infected with some black blood, but no obvious signs could be noticed on the outside.

There was just a slight issue with Loimos's plan, he was well aware that to get the assistance of all of them, he simply needed to get their queen on the move, either by influencing her decisions the same way he did for the scaled swordsman and the five Derelictus-Mens, or by killing her and using the necromantic art.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

He was confident that activating the rotten blood's corrosive properties within the three he had already infected, using their corpses to fabricate rotten creations would be enough to distract the greater monsters, allowing him to get to the queen.

And as such, he put his plan into motion, sliding rapidly through the small caverns whilst everything inside was distracted by the blood and flesh splashing everywhere, rats emerging from the gory mess.

The Derelictus-Mens were otherwise easier to distract than the guards at the manor, they barely registered his passage in the confusion, allowing him to arrive before the queen in record time.

'This is not going to work out' he assessed.

The queen was towering well over Loimos despite being all crooked, her head looked much like that of a dog or wolf that the rest of her kin, she couldn't reasonably be called a monkey in the least, appearing more like some sort of beastfolk species.

Her head was adorned by a finely crafted wooden crown, a tattered cape and loincloths covering her bare, and hairless body, appearing emaciated as she gripped onto an exquisite staff, atop of it, a mana crystal carved into a sphere.

The queen was clearly a mana caster, but what made Loimos conclude that this attempt was for naught was the speed at which he saw said staff coming from him, hitting him straight into the chest, launching him out of the cave like a piece of garbage.

'I will find another way'