Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead-Chapter 550 : Disgraced

The meeting mostly consisted of King Nitok asking questions, frankly, one would have expected a more stern ambiance when dealing with the king of all undead, or even, just anyone that carried such a crushing presence alongside their every movements, it felt like he could have just willed to turn anyone present to dust, that was how powerful he was.

And even then, the idea they were making of his strength was most certainly far lesser than the truth, they had not seen him do anything other than just being present in the same room.

King Nitok had been most interested in the unique ways of power created on Belliste, certainly being the main reason this meeting was called in the first place, although he seemed to hold orderly ranks above the rest from a purely practical standpoint, he still felt most intrigued in the other three, transplantation, feasting and pyromancy- The first was capable of most dire enhancement to a single body part as well as somewhat blurring the line between the user and creatures used in the transplantation, as evidenced by the ability to walk upon the air that Jaral possessed.

The second could bring all-around improvements and grant a variety of abilities, although the process was more lengthy and less precise… Mostly anyone could just drastically increase in power via this method, not to mention that the preparation of ingredients, in other words, the cooking part, played a major role so there was a clear path to improvement for this way.

As for the third, it was the most obvious way of power upon the continent, being basically fire magic, only that one did not require usage of any energy as the source of it all was the flame within, Irlke Combuscrus had even already achieved a zone with pyromancy, something that went against what most knew about zones as instead of taking control of the mana in an area and making it your own, it was more like expanding the fire to the outside of your body.

The end result was strikingly similar but the methodology was great enough to inspire much interest in a master mage like Nitok.

The first encounter with their new king went and ended in a rather amicable fashion, they hadn't expected it to go so well, and certainly not to feel so vindicated in their choice to accept undeath, before, they had already known that the armies of the empire were relentless, powerful and guided by brilliant strategists, now however, they also knew that the head of this nation was a pure, monstrous mass of power on top of all that.

And they knew well that they hadn't even caught a single glimpse of the other string individuals, although they would most certainly not be as strong as Nitok, simply knowing of their existence was daunting.

If they, with their current power could not yet qualify as minor lords, what sort of power would a gravelord be required to wield? For people who valued might above all else, it was rather humbling, it was hard to imagine such an empire struggling against any sort of enemies.

Only by possessing ridiculously powerful individuals and a strong army could one hope to hold up.

"I don't really know much about the other continents… But doesn't it sound like only Dragonnerie is a match for us?" Derdlim mentioned as they found themselves back on the royal crypt's rooftop.

"Who knows, I only learned about their names recently myself…" replied Alisart.

"From what I learned, the dragonlord should be an absolute beast that has been alive for aeons, definitely a primeval being" Irlke added, by far the most knowledgeable of the four.

"It's a continent full of dragons, of course it can't be easy to conquer" spoke Jaral, even the lesser draconic species of Belliste were a challenge to take down with preparation and the element of surprise, so dragons that had formed cohesive society and were allowed to spread out and breed without opposition under the rule of a mythical being would obviously be difficult opponents to deal with.

"Don't sell the other continents short, their mere existence and prosperity should be enough to know how problematic they will be, especially as life grows stronger and they are well aware of our existence, the life barriers they'll erect will be impenetrable" all four turned their gaze to the side to see nothing, then they lowered their gazes.

Catching sight of a most adorable vision, a small girl with white hair tied into a ponytail, snow white skin, pale blue eyes, eyebrows that were all fuzzy like the hair of some moths, wearing a blue kimono and shoes that slightly bumped her up a few centimeters.

'Mmh, if that Irtancix Vilopx said she grew up… Then surely that means…' Cleavster rubbed his chin.

"Don't you even think about it, I am as grown up as I can be" she narrowed her eyes dangerously, which was still adorable despite the palpable tension.

"Anyways, which one of you is Alisart Cleavster? I heard his orderly ranks ability was partially formed from natural arts" she asked, tapping one finger on the handle of the blade tied around her waist.

"That would be me"

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"Alright then, would you lower yourself down to my height? I need access to your head"

"Very well… But may I ask who you are?" since it was another undead, and one that could just move about in the royal crypt, Alisart did not mind going through with her request but he had not the slightest of clue to who this petite corpse was, she hadn't been at the meeting for the regional lords, and although she concealed her presence, the poise with which she carried herself did not lie to the sort of skill this undead possessed.

'Ah crap… I hope this isn't a gravelord' he thought, not wanting to look like a clueless fool who hadn't bothered to learn about the basics, mostly because he really had not bothered to do so.

She put up one palm against his forehead, taking into account what she had said, probably taking a look at the arts that might still be dwelling in the weave of orderly ranks, although it had also been formed conditions and the likes from what Cleavster had been told.

"Well, seems like becoming its own way of power has erased the specifics of the arts used in its conception, although the trace of arts is clearly there, it is nothing but the essence all battle arts carry" she commented to herself, her expression could not look more bored than this.

"As for your question, I am just a disgraced swordmaster, but everyone just calls me Syklon"