Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead-Chapter 494: No Other Choice

"Good to see you doing well kids, things are a bit hectic right now…" Ilte approached the two siblings, a sanguine wound left right across her face, making a perfectly straight line through the left eye.

"That woman… She can't be human…" Tarq remarked aloud, bleeding from his chest instead, the man breathing slowly and carefully as bones had been nearly completely cleaved, moving them too much might just finish the job.

These two had been lucky and could thank everything possible for their survival, most of their fellows who had intervened had not been so lucky, either killed in absurdly gruesome manners, methods which could only be brought into existence if the enemy willed it specifically, or perhaps even worse, many were also maimed, rendering them incapable of fighting or escaping.

Though it had seemed like the intruder was not very satisfied with the reaction of those she left on the brink of death, the southern knights did not cry and whimper enough to satisfy her, much too defiant as well as proud to give the assassin what she desired.

That was not going to save them however, the fin-limier was just going to tear them apart instead, Ilte and Tarq should have died but were fortunate enough to be saved by Aramap intervening, not allowing this vile butcher to just go around and cut down as she saw fit.

Both of them had been wearing armour, only to be demonstrated that the regional smithing was no match for the weapons and strength of The Death Dealer.

"To be so strong, surely she has some bestial or demonic heritage…" nowadays, one would be hard pressed to find what did not look like a human on Belliste, the presence of the others sapient species having been diluted when the original empire fell apart and conflict killed many, and having then seemingly disappeared entirely as they bred with humans over multiple generations.

Tarq was convinced that Maliah's ungodly power had to come from prevalent lineage, but Ilte just shook her head, now was not the time to theorise about such things.

"Are you two alright?" she asked the siblings, Isilt only seemed tired as he kept his sister close to him, Pitit definitely seemed afraid, and also, somewhat confused.

"That woman… I couldn't see her soul… But even the undeads had souls…" although the young girl's encounter with the fin-limier had chilled her very bones, the fact that she had been unable of catching sight of a soul dwelling within Maliah was what had truly shocked her to the core, the presence of a soul in beings had seemed universal before, so surely, it was just that the assassin's had been hidden from view and not that it was absent.

"Not very alright, I see… Well, good thing actually, we're going to have to escape to the surface, apparently, the undead and this woman are working together, they are going to show up soon, this cave is going to be flooded with those filthy corpses" the knightess revealed unceremoniously.

The cavern shook in quick succession, dust and rocks breaking off from both walls and ceiling as the vibrations spread, the source of those was obvious to the knights, it was the impact of Aramap's javelins against the very cave, causing rumblings the likes of which weren't expected to be caused by a single man.

"Sir Aramap is going all out…"

"He wasn't doing so from the start?!"

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"Good habits turned bad with recent developments, we generally don't encounter enemy that require us to show all our cards from the get-go, normally, we can afford to remain subdued as we bait the enemy to instead show us their own tricks first, and it always worked for everyone on this continent, even the undeads, they may be powerful, but none that has appeared before us has forced our hands from the very beginning, unlike that… That thing…" Tarq spoke as he and Ilte led the two youths to the place that had already been decided as the gathering ground for those that would run to the above.

Of course, their retreat couldn't be too hasty, the undeads roamed above ground, the best moment that could be decided when they did not even known what was the situation up there, was when they decided to show up in the cave, even if that was unreliable as their numbers were unfathomable, it was their best bet.

"What about his majesty? What will he do?" Isilt asked, still carrying his sister.

"Sir Alisart Cleavster… He will definitely stay behind, like most of us actually, what else can be done after all? Running to another region would just be delaying the inevitable, but you kids can still try"

"Can they really?"

"Of course-" all four of them tensed up, the two senior knights moving only their eyes to look at the one who had embraced them.

Maliah's arms were slumped over both of their shoulders, the assassin's feet hanging in the air as she hoisted herself up.

"Crap-" The Death Dealer grabbed both of their faces, her clutch growing oppressive, fingers digging in.

Two small feet falling to the ground just before Isilt grabbed the assassin into a chokehold, doing nothing to stop her from tearing Ilte's and Tarq's faces into lumps of bloody flesh, pushing them both away, she flipped the trainee over her shoulder, stepping on Isilt's head whilst keeping a firm grasp on his right arm.

Twisting with one hand, bending with the other, Maliah found much more success in making the knight-in-training scream in pain than anyone else.

"Aah, now we're talking! Elevate your voice, higher! Higher!" laughing through her teeth, she wholly ignored the two struggling knights and the young girl, the former were incapacitated, their faces torn away, barely hanging on by mere strips of flesh, blood seeping into their unprotected eyes, blinding them completely.

The latter kicked at the assassin's back relentlessly.

Looking around, Pitit grabbed the dagger of one of the fallen knights, she tried stabbing at Maliah's head and neck, feeling like she was going at a boulder with a wooden spoon, wrists aching as the recoil rumbled throughout her bones, until the girl was thrown back, a jolt coursing through the air.

The blade flung out of her hands, Maliah stopped all that she was doing, letting go of Isilt, rubbing the last area of impact, a broad smile adorning her face.

And as she did just that, Pitit got her first look at The Death Dealer's soul.

The southern girl had thought that some of the undead souls were dark, but it was because she had yet to see pitch blackness, yet to bear witness to most vile sludge, oozing out like corrosive goo, the assassins soul repulsive, disgusting, reeking of death and bloodshed.

Feeling her throat constricting, Pitit was unable to contain it and puked out all that she could at the mere sight of it.

"Vomiting to the sight of someone? That is very disrespectful, did your parents not teach you any manners?" cackling in a low tone, Maliah moved forward, stepping right in the puddle of regurgitated meals.

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But of course, Isilt was still not going to allow any such things, without paying his right arm any mind, he unsheathed his sword, striking at the seemingly invulnerable assassin.