Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

Loimos stood amidst the battlefield, the corpses of his enemies were being consumed by rot, disappearing into nothingness, the damage to the environment was being steadily repaired by spirit life, and soon enough, it would be nearly impossible to even tell that a carnage had taken place here, by using the technique crafted by the hands of King Nitok, Loimos had drained them all to fuel and heal himself, they had lost, but the strength they had cultivated over their existence as livings served a good purpose, allowing Loimos to remain here for longer despite the serious damage endured throughout several fights.

Now, he just needed to find out where they had sent the unconscious Milo, right now, except if a miracle occurred, the so-called golden boy could no longer fight back, Loimos had already defeated and weakened him to the fullest extent possible, he had barely no gold left to fight back with, no strength left in his body, no other energy to fall back onto… Milo was only alive because he was exceedingly lucky, had the group of livings arrived even just a few seconds later, Milo would have already been dead.

When they showed, one of the first thing they did was lift the unconscious man off the ground and send him away, letting a wind spell carry him off into the distance, the fight had taken Loimos quite a fair bit away from where it had originally begun, but he knew the direction to take, sprouted two black, angelic wings, and soared through the air, but he had to stop after it became clear that he could not catch up in time, Milo had been sent near the edge of the barrier, where the battle between livings and undeads was taking place, meaning that he was near the two ancestors of the realms, the Emerald Heralds, and the Divine Dancing Priestesses.

Compared to the elemental champions and talent holders- They were otherwise far more problematic, Loimos might look nearly perfectly fine, but currently, the amount of powerful attacks he could manifest was greatly limited, just maintaining a constant stack during combat consumed what he had left at a steady rate, he was far from his peak.

By now, most of his lieutenants had been defeated, and so had a large portion of the army that had been brought into the realm, one might claim that this was a good thing, as the burden of taking onto the realm's restrictions lessened upon Loimos as a result, but overall, it was not exactly favourable, the disaster beasts were doing a good job of keeping the strongest of the realm occupied, even if they could only do so by being punching bags, and Faraday was also there, but it was clear that the battle was in favour of the livings, the great miasma generator had been torn apart by now, doused and infested with life mist, it would soon crumble as well, and once it did, the disaster beasts that were barely holding on would fall for certain.

As of now, the only reason End had not been squashed by Solzmimi already was thanks to the presence of miasma enhancing its capabilities to run away, otherwise, it would have been destroyed a while back, and if that had happened, the whole battle would have ended a lot quicker as well…

Gaze was well only remained undestroyed thanks to the miasma, otherwise the brutal assault of Hirzartanli would have already sent it right back to The Graveyard- Today, the divine beast of the empire was certainly working overtime, it had been a long while since such a large quantity of undeads, including powerful ones, had needed to be reformed.

Slider had already been defeated, The Traveller had been beaten down into a pulp and would soon follow, The Affliction seemed to be doing well, but had grown most preoccupied by the parasite known as Ioleznta who had infiltrated its insides and was refusing to come out.

Crawler was not looking too great, having been mauled by what looked like nearly a thousand ghostly wolf-like beasts, and Grail had also suffered some damage, but thanks to being so incredibly resilient, it still held up under the assault of twin priestesses.

Then, there were also The Song and Eclipse…

Loimos dispelled his wings, landing upon the ground, setting his attention upon the compact towns and tall towers, many within the Emerald Realm were fighters and warriors, but there were indeed still some who stayed behind the barrier when the battle began, those who had other occupations that did not involve fighting… The old… The crippled… The young… And those who cared for them.

Was this not a gold mine of livings for him to drain? Naturally, as he bursted through walls and doors to get to them, some tried to stop him, but there was nothing they could do, with just a swipe of one hand, Loimos painted the walls with their blood.

The natality rate of emerald folks was certainly impressive, plenty of cradles were shattered into splinters alongside the one occupying them, those of great youth often had very strong life force, not that it became less powerful as they grew up, but rather that the especially young had excess amounts of it, additional vitality to ensure that they would not meet their end too soon.

That excess did nothing to stop Loimos.

Everywhere he went, bloodshed and death followed, each and every living in his way was slain in a single hit, be hit sliced in half by a swing of his palm, and partly turned into red mist by one of his punches and kicks, there was no need to be fancy, the skeleton could just use the bare minimum, or just pick up random items to do the job.

He moved around swiftly, slaying countless until he finally neared the edge of the barrier, unfortunately, he did not run into any of the non-combat talent holders on the way there, only regular emerald folks or simple refugees from Tamaris alongside their progeny, which was a shame, those possessing innate talents would certainly have more to provide than those people.

All this time, Loimos had not been moving randomly, however, he was not just closing in on the battlefield, but first heading toward a very specific location, which was rather easy to get to, as one just needed to possess the sense of hearing.

He arrived before one of the compact houses that could be found everywhere into any town built by the beast worshippers, grabbed the large piece of fabric that covered the wall in front of him, and silently scaled it up.

Finding exactly who he expected to find.