Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead-Chapter 653: Regal Speech

It did not take long for the restless to notice Loimos's unconcealed approach, turning around, the stagnant soul energy within its face-hole seemed to squint like an eye, the restless feeling confused, livings should know not to approach one of the great trees, only their strongest would dare, and even then, they tended to not bother.

"Do you have a death wish?" speaking in a guttural, somewhat masculine voice, the restless held out his claws forward, as though challenging the living before him.

The language used was the exact same as that of the livings.

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It was only after noticing an intruder that the restless revealed a thin, segmented clubbed tail which had probably been wrapped around his waist and hidden beneath the clothes he wore, moving it as well as an arm, it revealed itself to be twice as long as the restless was tall.

And judging from the way it was arranged, it could probably get even longer by sliding all of its bony bits away from each other.

"My only death wish is for death to reign supreme" replied Loimos, speaking in the death tongue, Maliah didn't understand a thing, but couldn't help but feel like the skeleton had definitely gotten more willing to throw one-liners and whatever after possessing that living husk.

'Did becoming kind of alive have for only effect, making him cooler?' she wondered, truly believing that it was a cool-factor.

Hearing words of death tongue, the restless instinctively stepped back, his clawed hand tightening into a fist that swiftly struck the ground along one knee.

"You… You are not one of the living…" the restless sounded rattled, raising his head again as he hadn't willingly kneeled, it had been fully instinctual.

"Do rise, I am indeed not one of the livings" confirmed Loimos, opening his head up to reveal the skull beneath "I come from beyond this world, as a messenger from the undead empire"

"Undead empire? Beyond this world?" the restless was naturally confused, the word 'undead' wasn't in use here, and casually mentioning that you came from outside the world was a bit odd.

'What does beyond this world even mean? Another world? Something else?'

Although confused, he did not forget the lingering feeling in those scavenged bones of his, those words of death tongue, a language he could understand perfectly but not speak, had truly instilled a sense of kinship within him, more than that, his body had felt the need to kneel.

"My name is Xator, a restless currently in service to his majesty, Irlanx Xacobus, what might this servant do for you…?"

"Do rise, you and I are of the same kind- My name is Loimos, and I would like to speak with your king"

Xator stood up, the soul energy within his head still appearing droopy.

"Loimos? I can take you to the king, if you so wish… But what is the purpose of your visit?" the restless seemed to recover some of his suspicion, not quite trusting in Loimos.

"My empire wishes to bring death to all life, but as circumstances prevent a wide-scale invasion, I require the assistance of the restless, as you are a part of undeadkind too"

"Is that so? Who is it that you serve, Loimos?"

"Death, but I suppose to you mean the ruler of my empire, that would be King Nitok, The Prince Of Death"

"Then, where is he? Shouldn't your king be the one to speak with my king?" Xator's claws twitched, a conscious action.

"Naturally, in an empire as large as ours, the king is not involved in every little decision and expedition" simply responded Loimos "In fact, when it comes to undeads in charge of conquest and life-extermination, there is none more high-ranked than I"

"Mmh…" The restless seemed to settle down, finding it hard to poke holes at Loimos's words, especially when spoken with such a matter of fact tone, Xator was actually finding it difficult to distrust him.

"Let me be honest, his majesty, Irlanx Xacobus, is unlikely to agree to cooperate with you at face value, he too, can speak that regal tongue of yours… You'll have to prove yourself worthy to earn his assistance"

"Even if I can promise the annihilation of the livings?"

"Yes"

"Even if I can promise the erasure of the weaknesses of the restless?"

"You- Can you really do this?"

"Once linked to death in its truest form, all restless shall experience a change for the better"

"Well, I do not know if that is possible, and neither will my king, if you appear before him with such promises… You'll still have to show your worth by fighting him" Xator pointed to the side.

"Over in this direction, you shall eventually encounter a lone skull larger than a mountain, halfway buried into the sand, within the ancient injury that split the beast's skull in half, there lays the throne of Irlanx Xacobus, King Of The Restless, and strongest of us all… Even the ancients of the livings do not dare engage him in battle, even if their strength might align technically, our king is a foe they can not afford to provoke" the soul energy within his skull flared up as he spoke of the king's strength.

"Do not ask me to reveal his powers however, I shall keep quiet" he swiftly added, naturally unwilling to reveal his ruler's secrets to a stranger whomst he did not fully trust, although Loimos's possession of the 'regal tongue' as he called it was proof that he was no faker, it was hard to believe in every single thing he had claimed.

"Very well"

"But Loimos- I was certain to have noticed another set of footsteps alongside yours when you arrived, but I failed to sense anyone else" asked Xator, feeling like something was off.

"Naturally, I did not come to this realm alone, pay my friend no heed" without further explanation, Loimos walked away, ascended the slope and disappeared out of view, the entire time, the restless debated whether he should do something or not.

Should he attack those who would certainly clash with his king, or should he believe in the fact that Loimos was also an exalted being due to his knowledge of the same special language as his lord did?

In the end, he decided to let his ruler deal with it, Irlanx Xacobus would know how to deal with the situation better than him.

And if Loimos came out on top- Then so it would be, the king had ascended to his position at the dawn of times through strength, and if it was through strength that he was defeated, then it would only be the natural order of things.

'If that happens… Will we truly get to eradicate these fools?'

The stagnant soul energy brightened up for an instant.