Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead-Chapter 761 Operation Arid Soil Part Seventy-Two

761: Operation Arid Soil : Part Seventy-Two

761: Operation Arid Soil : Part Seventy-Two

“W-Well… Fuck… How did you… even do this?” in between ragged breaths, Khasekhemwy questioned as he held onto a thin arm draped in dark fabric, clutching the bony limb with all of his strength to no avail.

“Do not resist the call of Oblivion, living, you shall get your answers soon enough” he stared directly at two empty sockets blazing with dark red flames, hidden behind an ancient, weathered mask.

Khasekhemwy silently grew still as Ny-Hor approached the scene with his only visible eye wide open, he could hardly believe it, not only had Ir’Houwl somehow managed to not be erased from the face of the desert just now, but she had also somehow managed to counterattack immediately after as well.

How she had done was painfully obvious, at one point, whilst her figure was obscured by a mass of red sand, she had dived into the sand and went deep enough to not be completely consumed by the blast, only to then re-emerge behind the Prime Ersta’ra for a sneak attack, right now, Ir’Houwl right arm was still stuck through Khasekhemwy’s chest, her hand crushing a blood mesh of gore that used to be his beating heart.

After casting his divine spell, the living had been totally defenceless against her.

Ripping her arm back out, the Ersta’ra’s body was unceremoniously thrown to the ground, soon followed by his crushed heart, the blood on the minor lord’s skeletal hand already dry and peeling off as the two flaming orbits turned to Ny-Hor.

“You bastard” spat the Watchful Ersta’ra, his body stiffening up, ignoring the injuries and drains he had suffered as he poised himself back into a combat posture.

Khasekhemwy had not failed to accomplish anything, Ir’Houwl had not totally escaped the wide radius of the solar blast, having most certainly had to form a cocoon to defend herself, this divine spell had accomplished much, her body made up of nothing but dry bones and petrified bits of flesh that could hardly be recognised was largely exposed, and had been covered in dark burns, a long crack running over her mask.

She was also missing her weapons, but whether she was just keeping them hidden or if they had been destroyed in the explosion, the living could not tell.

She had also been infested with vapour, so although he was not in his best state and now alone to face her, Ny-Hor was not planning on losing.

Meanwhile, Ir’Houwl did the same as her opponent took up a combat stance, the instant she had realised that no amount of red sand could do anything about the miniature sun, she had moved to mitigate the amount of damage she would receive, being in the eipcenter of such a dreadful spell was simply unthinkable, she would be vaporised, and although she had still suffered rather extensive damage, as an undead, she still stood strong, and wouldn’t have been weakened if that damned vapour had not decided to take residence within her bones again, she was fairly certain that this was due to Khasekhemwy consciously willing for it to happen as her other interactions with the other energy had never resulted in this.

Though, despite this, and in spite of having to face a living that could, without a doubt, manifest a miniature sun as well, Ir’Houwl was feeling strangely euphoric, a shameful feeling for an undead of her rank to experience, but alas, she was not perfect like Loimos was and could not help but feel giddy as she sensed herself on the verge of breakthrough.

She had already understood how to appropriate Ierpalam earlier, and was already experiencing something similar again, and in more than one way at that, truly, that fight was pushing the minor lord to her limits.

‘Praise Loimos, you must be capable of foreseeing the future to have picked such a perfect realm for me’

Ir’Houwl was not certain what she was nearing achieving, but she did feel confident that her red sand would soon be capable of draining the vapour as well, and once that was done, she wouldn’t have to fear the transcend solar spell, the same condensed spray as earlier would be capable of taking it apart and defending from any blast that might occur would be much easier as well.

But until then…

She would just have to prevent him from getting any chance to cast it, the undead launched herself forward as streams of red sand charged at the living from other angles, Ny-Hor created platforms upon the air to evade the attacks, and leapt over the undead, grasping on another platform to swing right back toward Ir’Houwl, kicking her in the back and using the corpse as foothold to push himself away afterward.

‘That damned effect is still there’ he cursed under his breath, it felt like the soles of his feet had been rubbed with sand for days without stop, although the undead was pushed away, indicating a certain level of success to the attack, Ny-Hor definitely felt like he would be the loser no matter what for as long as the smallest of contract resulting in erosion and draining.

It was like she was made up of her red sand and that every grain was travelling around incredibly fast.

So instead, he conjured up ranged attacks and threw them at Ir’Houwl, manifesting a flyssa sword out of pale blue vapour as she weaved through the attacks with the elegance of a refined dancer, throwing countless strikes from both fists and feet at him as he focused on evading.

Creating solid squares of vapour to block strikes, and attempt a counterattack, most missed, some left grazes upon the bones of his adversary, but none felt sufficient enough to be called successful, and many times, Ir’Houwl had expected it and hit him instead.

That cadaverous woman never missed a chance to land a heavy blow.

Ny-Hor was still deeply uncertain about whether or not her weapons had really been lost or if she was baiting him out, but at this point, he just went for it, ignoring as his sternum was struck head-on ad focusing his vapour into his right fist, this act that lacked in any any instinct of self-preservation came out of nowhere, and there wasn’t even any worth in it, both him and Ir’Houwl were well aware of it.

But the Ersta’ra supposed that nonsensical actions were just a part of being alive.

His made push-through earned him the occasion to push the minor lord right in the chest, knocking her well away as watchful favour exploded forth.

“Huh?”

‘Why was it so powerful?’ the living was dumbfounded, barely even noticing the flow of his vapour returning to normal and his mind focusing like never before.

Still, the undead rose again, even with her rib cage covered in cracks and partly falling apart.

‘Ah… What are the odds?

I can’t believe this had to happen for the first time here… Did you foresee this too, General Loimos?

That this guy would have a sudden stroke of luck?

It’s ridiculous, but I feel like you did…’ Ir’Houwl had just gotten to experience the strength of a ‘natural stack’, the rare phenomenon that was the basis of Gravelord Nosferatu’s main technique.

‘And General Loimos took one of these from the pure living?

Madness’

The red sand stirred.