Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

Chapter 147 Learning



Pulling his bleeding arm back, Guorzo could already tell that he wouldn\'t be able to last much longer in this state, he had to defeat Loimos as quickly as possible, the undead wouldn\'t be able to get into position to defend quickly enough, he was certain of it.

That was assuming the sword he bothered to pick up would come into play, Loimos let go of it nearly as quickly as he took hold, letting himself fall forward, crawling right in between the living\'s legs.

Spinning around and kicking down instinctively, the elite could only see that the skeleton hadn\'t stopped in his tracks at all, and had gone to pick something amidst the flames, lifting up a smouldering carriage wheel, throwing it up in the air at his enemy.

Without paying any mind to the scorching inferno, Loimos retrieved whatever he could get his hands on, chucking them right at Guorzo, who could only run around to avoid the wreckages that he normally would have been able to block without much problems, however, the undead wasn\'t simply using his brute strength, he was also injecting death force into the objects he pulled out of the fire, causing them to release it when they crashed and shattered to pieces.

Death force used in this way was hardly a problem normally, but Loimos\'s death force was just as insidious as him, the closest living being was the elite, and the air was reeking of death due to the living\'s stunt from earlier, but mostly due to Loimos\'s massacre of the former inhabitants.

Capable of swirling through the air for a little bit longer than normal, the death tried to find entry inside of Guorzo through the wounds on his body, the living\'s instincts told him to move away despite not being able to see the death force, he could feel it reaching for his life.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

\'He\'s trying to wear me out without even getting close!\' Guorzo ran toward the undead, accepting that pieces of debris would hit him, he didn\'t have much other choices, the fire he had caused surrounded the two of them, and he would be burned to death were he to try traversing it in his state.

As the elite approached Loimos, the latter retrieved a burning stick, and raised it up as he moved forward as well.

He weakly threw it over the living\'s head mid-swing, surprising Guorzo who had been prepared to parry this attack and go for a finishing blow.

\'What is he doing? His punches and kicks can\'t hurt me severely-\' indeed, that was a fact, had Loimos been able to injure him with nothing but his bare bones, he wouldn\'t have hesitated to do so when he landed multiple hits, it wouldn\'t be sensical for that to be have been a bluff.

The skeleton\'s hollow sockets flared up with a dark purple light, blinding Guorzo as a thought came upon him, remembering an advice Lady Syklon had given him when he had first met her.

He had been merely an aspiring wrestler back then, however, he wasn\'t very talented, he had no innate ability, his physique wasn\'t stellar and being born in Tochi, he never had the occasion to learn to wield mana or any other energies, he could only fall back on arts, however, being of low standing, he had no access to even lowly battle arts.

Lady Syklon, his lady, was a prodigy however, she had a keen eye for unpolished diamonds, she had been brutally honest and told him that he would never amount to much, but she offered him a better way nonetheless, he could only be grateful to her.

"For those of low talent like yourself, the only way to make dire progress and hope to reach greater heights, is to fight with you life on the line, to always be challenged, to always be forced to learn more tricks, to perfect your skills and uncover what might lie beyond your own mediocrity"

As always, she was harsh, unbefitting of her soft and refined appearance, but her words rang true.

"Even for I, once I had reached the limits of my talent, I had to partake in such activities to progress even further, although it was rather difficult to find anything challenging…"

He had applied this like a philosophy, and now, he was witnessing it from an opponent, Loimos was but a rookie still, only appearing powerful thanks to possessing the primeval rot and being an undead in every aspect of his being.

Loimos still had much to learn and much room to grow, Guorzo, got to be on the front seat of such learning, the undead\'s fist shot forward, the living instinctively bringing both of his arms to defend without thinking, the impact sent ripples all the way throughout his body, sending him flying back into the flames and even further into a home that hadn\'t been touched by the fire yet.

Both of his forearms blown apart, his chest caved in as he was feeling his heart beat faster and faster despite the damage it had sustained, trying to pump blood and maintain its host alive, it was all for naught, his body was growing colder by the second.

Guorzo weakly looked up at Loimos as he approached, the undead\'s right arm had crumbled to pieces, incapable of handling the enormous amount of power he unleashed, he could tell that even had he been in top notch condition, his arm would have still been destroyed without question.

Before wondering what exactly had happened, Loimos grabbed the elite\'s throat, digging his fingers in before ripping it out.

"Sorry…" a faint noise escaped Guorzo\'s lips, and then, death claimed him.

Loimos won.

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