Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead-Chapter 566: Difference

And thus, glory was sought.

Obviously, the living soldiers were not only met with the radiant expanses of the emerald realm, its fields of bright blue grass, fiery orange trees and the green incandescence of its magnificent sun- No, they also made acquaintances with the denizens of this realm, all normally peaceful, currently aiming to take lives.

The sheer numbers of the soldiers in white wasn't anything to scoff at, however, hundreds of them were pouring out into the realm, swiftly assembling into battalions, taking up combat formations, their collective strength reinforced by orderly ranks.

Their fear of death and injury subdued by intense training and brainwashing, they readily threw themselves at their enemies, rolling to the side of the small hill the portal was situated upon, running through the tall grass and into the fields.

Still, the cohesion of their small army was rapidly shattered into a million pieces.

If one had to draw comparison, the sun worshippers were more akin to mages overall whilst the beast worshippers were more like warriors, even if both possessed three castes followed the same principles, with those wielding sunlight and bestial powers in a more outward fashion, like spell casting with the beast sorcerers and green sun battlemonks.

Those wielding their abilities to mostly enhance themselves or complement their close-quarters capabilities, with the beast followers and green sun warriors.

And of course, the highest echelons that could do both.

Despite this fact, it was no secret that the beast worshippers were better physical fighters and the sun worshippers better long-range fighters.

Today, instead of being caught into an illusion, soldiers were faced with a much more direct attack, in fact, the first strike delivered folded one of them in half, having descended the slope a little bit faster than his allies, this invader was out-sped, struck in the stomach without even realising that he should have defended himself from an attack.

Spinal cord ruptured completely by the unimaginable strength of a jokra's dropkick.

"One down! Line up like good boys! Today's the last day of breeding season, and I intend on-"

"What is that little woman spouting about?"

"Why do you ask me? I can't understand a word of it"

"Didn't you tell me that you used to raise rabbits?"

"Fucker, how stupid do you have to be to imagine that would make me capable of understanding her?"

"She has rabbit ears, so…"

"So nothing! Shut the hell up and keep your shield in guarding position, with some luck we'll only get a broken arm if she rams into us"

The supposedly idiotic soldier groaned, as him and many others formed a solid line of shield, those behind themes focusing on wielding their spears as all advanced upon the enemy, but not too slowly as that show of power from a small rabbit-woman was enough to convince many that countless enemies would probably be leaping over their ranks and striking from behind.

This sentiment was shared throughout the soldiers thanks to orderly ranks, meaning that all knew of the possibility without the need for a commander to shout it out.

On the other side, the beast worshippers appeared as disorganised as was possible, between the number of different beasts to commune with, the fact that some would decide to commune with multiple of them and the fact that two worshippers could have differing aspects even if they worshipped the same beast, forming cohesive groups was incredibly difficult, and not really in their nature anyways.

"Ooaluz" walking up to the jumpy beast sorceress, Iliz scratched the side of her face.

"You aren't completely a jokra, you can still breed during the winter, you know?" she first said "And you don't need to be here anyways, I'll handle this lot myself"

"Understood, Priestess Iliz! I'll go have more children right now!"

Watching Ooaluz leave from the corner of her eyes, Iliz would have liked to say that she meant to simply go fight further away but it didn't matter.

'I see why jokras aren't a popular beast to commune with now, she got one taste and is completely absorbed into it now…'

The priestess's thin black tail moved wavily as she casually walked toward the mass of soldiers in white, Iliz had sent all of the other beast worshippers away, so it was her against them all, but they weren't appearing very eager to attack even in this seemingly advantageous situation.

"I have a bad feeling about this one"

"You're always one to state the obvious, huh? She's literally striding toward alone, she's obviously going to kick our asses- On this mention, I'll rush her down and you guys see what she is capable of and react accordingly, alright?" the soldier pushed through the frontline and threw his round shield like discus at the priestess, who just stepped aside to avoid it.

This chapter is updat𝙚d by freeweɓnovel.cøm.

"This guy… He just wants to die earlier than us…" but the idea in of itself wasn't completely stupid, since they were all destined to get minced someway or another eventually, they might as well use themselves as ressources to try and accomplish something noteworthy.

The soldier deployed themselves, and surrounded the priestess without getting close, waiting for whatever their fellow would allow them to learn from the enemy.

The man approached Iliz with only his spear and dagger strapped to the waist, he was part of the second batch of drafted soldiers, having been a little too young when they first conquered his homeland and subjugated the people.

Living in a realm that was but a small land without differing rules from the main world, the invasion had been swift and decisive, still, he had immediately willfully enlisted himself to become a soldier despite having been young enough to have a few more years of respite.

Having been trained by the undead instructors longer than most, his skills with the spear were well honed, his body durable from being battered everyday, the tenderised flesh having eventually healed, regrown stronger and tougher, same for his bones and muscles.

Turning and spinning his weapon whilst approaching, keeping Iliz guessing as to which angle the first strike would come from, or so was the intent but she wasn't looking very impressed at all.

Even if reading the facial expressions of grey people with smoke hovering over their skin, which also had eyes that constantly changed patterns wasn't simple, it was quite obvious in this case that his little attempt at being tricky was wholly ineffective.

'She isn't trying to stop me though… Do they not know of battle arts in this realm?' thinking this, he thrusted at the center of her mass, spear unnaturally extending as if shooting forward.

Indeed, the Emerald Realm was stranger to the concept of battle arts, but it didn't matter here.

"Oh… May my true existence be soon" he said in a daze, both him and his weapon perfectly splitting in half down the vertical axis before exploding into a blast of spirit life.