Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead-Chapter 350 Undead Balade

The king's words had been succinct, orders had been given, the first being to secure the borders of the continent, a herculean task to most, but something that would be done in the matters of a few days by the maniac corpses that were in charge of building things, a few days to accomplish the objective, they would inevitably keep going until it was impossible or if they were tasked to focus on something else.

Building crews were certainly the busiest out of all the castes of the undead legion, warriors and soldiers would be remaining idle for a while, as all could have guessed, Nitok's first objective upon finally conquering the entire continent, was to secure and make it an impenetrable fortress, the continental fortress, Tokstrom.

Its walls were set to reach higher than any other, but it was far from the only security measure that would be put in place, Artencil was in charge of the defence, and with the enthusiasm of the workers and architects, all ideas would be made possible.

Apart from Vespertillo, who was still to dominate the seas, most gravelords were left to wait until an assault upon another continent was declared, and surely, it would not take too long. Your next chapter awaits on novelbuddy

"What have you been ordered to do, Mister Champion?" Loimos was moving around with a very active follower that tended to grappled upon him at odd timings, One was awfully happy to be seeing Loimos in the rotten flesh again, the last few times had been when he had been wearing Lunate as a suit, which was weird to see, knowing that the living before you was actually piloted by the least expressive corpse to ever exist was a more than a little unnerving.

"I am to cleanse nearby islands" he responded, stepping into a room that smelled of imminent death.

Unlit as was nearly all of Viridis now, three beds had been positioned against the wall directly in front of the entrance, the sheets unstained by blood, as the fabric greedily drank it all as soon as it fell.

"As you can see, they are doing fairly well" said the vampire, looking at her three fellows of Alizée nearly drained of all their life.

"Screw off One! This is nearly unbearable, Imyre is fully hallucinating dunes of sand or whatever, and Irbyw is eating the bed, this is terrible" no longer bothering with the code names, Three, or rather, Saliana was the only one that seemed to have her wits, still clutching her beloved green blade.

"All can be resolved, clutch the dark crystal I have gifted you" Loimos instructed, even though it was meant as simple words, the champion's words were to be followed by the lesser, and so, even the other two that could not have possibly understood what he was saying, followed through.

Reaching for the crystals, squeezing them within their palms, Loimos presents had once seemed tough, but here, they crumbled into dust with ease, unleashing what was kept in stasis within, at first, those crystals had been naught but crystallisation of his death force, but as he had progressed, so did they, as death's chosen champion, the crystals could be held in great estimation, especially considering that the worshippers of death had decided that he was their patron saint, and were collective every little thing that was a part of him, or was related to him to keep as reliques, in fact, a few of them were following him around at all times, the priestesses in particular for some certainly obscure reasons that One found most challenging to deal with.

The simple fact that the crystal were crushed so easily was a good sign, those gifted with such an item were those that Loimos had deemed worthy of entering undeath, for the members of Alizée, it was One who had asked him to extend his kindness forward, and since One, in spite of the energetic personality, was a dedicated undead, he had decided to trust her judgement.

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Lo and behold, it all worked out perfectly, the three livings were turned into appropriate undeads by Loimos's festering death, the dark miasma that had been left out of this room was allowed in, overflowing and feeding the new undeads with the rich death contained within.

"Oh… Oh my, that feels good, whoa" Saliana rolled out of blood-devouring bed, her skin having turned pale blue in the matter of a second, a bit on contrast to her trusty green blade, but she did not seem to care about the aesthetics, already testing out her swings, already loving the utter lack of tiredness, the absolute control over the strength exerted, the dream of all warriors.

The same went for Imyre, but not for the resident spider woman, who had been logically turned into a ghoul, although she had not changed much physically, or in any other aspect for that matter, she was still hungry for flesh, and was thus munching on One.

"Will you take us with you to cleanse those islands?" asked the vampire, knowing that Loimos could very well do it all by himself.

"Certainly, but not just yet" he responded, making a swift turn and leaving the room, having to bend forward to not hit the top of the doorway, this area had definitely been built with the smaller folks in mind, and Loimos was just over two meter tall now.

Since One had not been expecting an affirmative response, and this fact was visible on her face, Loimos elaborated before she could barrage him with more questions, although King Nitok had not given him this mission, the champion had free reign to do whatever he wanted, the islands were an objective that was not urgent, and the pure undead was planning on making use of those living-infested lands, untouched by the grace of death.

The rotten skeleton had much on his plate, he was the champion of the empire, the patron saint of the worshippers of death, leader of the minor lords and set to be the vanguard once more when the time came to pay a friendly visit to the other continents.

Loimos was planning on creating his own striking and repressive forces, Loimosian soldiers and knights of some sort, not only would it allow him to plan many things with better accuracy if he trained his own warriors, it would reinforce the ranks of the dead as a whole, not to mention that he had very precise ideas as to what those 'warriors of Loimos' would be trained for.

One listened attentively to every single aspect of his concept idea, as though he was preaching from a gospel.

"But Loimos, how long will all of this take? The invasions will happen in a year at most, right?" Saliana and the rest of Alizée had followed after them, the swordswoman itching to put her blade to the test again, especially against a certain red-haired girl.

"At least five years, a decade at most" he casually answered, without tone as per usual, not caring, perhaps not even noticing that his words stung the battle-junky.

He just kept going, meaning to check up on a few things before getting to work.