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Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

Moulded from rot and souls, Loimos is born as an undead, as a skeleton. An undead linked to the weakest category of its kind, yet, he has something no other of the dead have. He is pure. Follow the journey of Loimos as he fulfils his duty and hunts down the living with extreme prejudice and faces off with the hypocrisy of those who live in death. In a world thriving with life, magic and heroes, he stands as the solution and its end.

Ready_ · Fantasy
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651 Chs

Highway

"Why are the constructions on the left side lagging behind the ones on the right? Are the architects running into problems?" Horhir asked, jumping from a platform onto a ship.

"A young leviathan lives right next to where the constructions began, Poitirus and his lot have been struggling to even make it move away, I had no clue what a leviathan was until I heard of this one, and clearly, it's no joke…" Ourlst responded, looking over the side of his ship, distant rumbles occurred for the next few seconds, before all went still.

"Should we set up a killing party?" the right hand put up one palm upon the pommel of his blade.

"No need actually, General Loimos took matters in his own hands for this one" and just as the left hand said this, a massive, twisted mass of slimy scales rose from the depths, without a drop of blood following, the life force within this mighty juvenile was snuffed and replaced by death, with a jerk, it swam away peacefully.