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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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497 Chs

Knight VS Knight

Gelter first attempted to simply jump back out, not wanting to waste any time away from Antieeld during such an emergency, but he had no choice but to defend himself as the knight garbed in ancient armour swung his weapon at him, a halberd with a blank banner decorating it.

'Damnit!' The bodyguard was pushed back, clearly, he could not simply weasel his way out of this confrontation, and unfortunately, the enemy in question was not weak either.

Clutching his longsword, he lunged forward, the speed of his attack far surpassing that of what he had shown before, his blade cutting through the air with abnormal swiftness, before crashing into a wall, obliterating with disconcerting ease.

The enemy knight dodged, feinted a sweep at his legs before stepping back some more, striking the end of his halberd onto the ground, an odd white smoke shrouding the weapon, rippling across the ground, emerging from the ripples were misty figures, appearing like mere footsoldiers.