Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead-Chapter 547 : Nitrosm

The heavy doors ground up against the floor, fittingly pulled open by chains, not only were they overwhelmingly large, but also excessively thick, whatever would get through these doors would have to be crowned with an achievement, the inside of flooded with darkness, but as diligent warriors, each of the four main warlords had learned to use darkness awareness and could tell that the inside was not empty in the least, crowded with undeads and all sorts of machineries, the entrance was naturally heavily guarded, even though the odds of anything or anyone getting there were slimmer than a cube of ice on the sun.

Stepping inside, they had already been informed on what to do once the way opened up, heading for the cubic thing in the center of the room, which was actually a lift meant to take them directly to the roof, where the teleportation array was situated.

Which would naturally take some time as this particular lift was fully mechanical, another invention of Gharl's caste, which meant that the four warlords were stuck together for the next foreseeable minutes, this was especially bad for Alisart who was not feeling safe next to Derdlim, the latter all worked up.

"Oh, by the way, congratulations Jaral, I heard it's a girl?" Irlke was the first to speak up.

"Indeed, I used to be reluctant to having children, but an undead baby is very quiet and calm, Alintair just carries her around all the time, honestly, I wasn't expecting undeads to be capable of lactation" explained the western warking, who had retained much of his appearance, taking onto a greyish complexion and seemed generally dusty, as though emitting a constant cloud of dust.

He had to admit, there was apprehension as to what the baby would have looked like once it came out, fearing that it would resemble a lump of rotten flesh or be generally unrecognisable as a newborn, but thankfully, his daughter had turned out to only be a bit palish.

"What about you, Irlke?"

"Me? Well, after the defeat and subsequent undeathification, I didn't have any more good reasons to push back having a child… So, Hylop is pregnant right now, I fear that she is intent on having more than one, but if undead children are calmer than their living counterparts, then- It will surely be alright… I hope" even in death, parenthood was a subject of concern, the undead seemed to have some sort of communal teaching of undeadlings born in this fashion, rather than being taught by the parents, it was up to a community of sorts to take care of it.

But of course, with former livings, this wasn't something acceptable, so Irlke would have to take off his pyromancer king's hat for that of paternal figure, somehow.

Irlke's appearance had also not changed much overall, although he now harboured scorching, liquid lava in his veins now, or at least, a foul liquid that acted similarly.

The western and northern lords discussed of their wives and family casually, normally, Alisart would have already mentioned that Combuscrus was a treacherous mage or something like that, but currently, he had a challenge to fight.

"Would you two stop speaking of children? You are giving her ideas- I am sure you ate children, Maulerd!" he said

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"Oh, only a few! And I wouldn't eat ours- Say, how many do you want? They would be strong, and make for great knights if you had them with me, wouldn't you say?"

"She's not wrong"

"You shut the hell up, Irlke! I don't take advice from a man who beds his closest subordinate"

"You're just letting jealousy speak- Be a man and take on the crazy, two meter tall, cannibal woman"

"I do have to agree, you could have totally dominated the continent if you had just accepted her the first time she asked" Jaral decided to join in.

"You are all despicable, no one sane would allow her within a fifty meter radius of themselves, and you want me to lock myself into a room, with only skin on my back and no weapon?"

"Many would readily agree to"

"I know at least five myself"

Once again however, Cleavster was rescued as the lift reached its destination, giving into the immense span of the Chain Tower's roof, the ground covered in circles, sigils, runes and all that could be made use of in an array.

Clouds could be seen travelling both when looking up, and when staring down, of course, far from the white clouds that once traversed the blue sky, these were formed in a similar fashion, but with undeath filling every step of the way, resulting in either dark clouds of smog or pale clouds of dust.

"Ah! Greetings! How do you like this little piece of mechanical wonder? To think such a thing could be achieved without any reliance on any energy or the likes, or even without special materials really makes one think about why there was all that fuss about magical talent when anyone could have come up with such things" greeting them was an oddly joyous zombie, whose attire seemed to indicate that he was merely a servant, a butler of sorts.

"King Nitok is looking forward to meeting the four newest regional lords, he will surely be asking many questions concerning Belliste, but fret not, worrying can only do bad"

With one eyeball swinging around as it hanged way past its intended place, the rotten undead walked up to a particular spot on the ground, instructing the four warlords to place themselves in specific places as well.

Taking out a coin using the two remaining fingers upon his right hand, the butler threw it on the ground, where it instantly shattered into nothingness, activating the array and transporting everyone in the blink of an eye.

"Welcome to Nitrosm, Capital City of our empire!"

"We are currently standing upon the roof of the royal crypt, I'll guide you to his majesty's throne room, follow me" the zombie led the way as the four warlords were left in awe of the mind-wrenching architecture surroundings them, and especially of the gigantic undead standing within the city, the impossibly wide streets presumably fashioned to accommodate for it.

Never had any of them even suspected that anything could get even half as large.

The Graveyard stood guard within Nitrosm, reconstructing all destroyed undeads within the second, its skeletal mass ever-growing, although not quite as illustrious as Loimos or the gravelords, the king's divine beast was an integral and incredibly important facet of this empire.

Serving as an active gateway in between this world and Oblivion, fetching undeads from death's greatest realm would be otherwise more difficult without it.

Still, the four regional lords did not lose sight of the servant and followed after him, the meeting was soon.