Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead-Chapter 535 : Giraffe

"You-! What the hell is wrong with you?! That was noisy!" whispering every word, the man seemed more concerned with the level of sound produced than by the fact that a stranger had just smashed his face in and invaded his home.

Well, at first at least, once he stopped rubbing his face, which was thankfully not bleeding, the man finally got to take a look at Loimos, his boots, his dark mantle, gloves and cage-like visor, the confusion being apparent.

"Listen… I don't know why you are dressed up as some sort of mediaeval knight- But please be silent! You should know that those things would come to check anything too loud" putting one hand forward in between himself and Loimos, the man helped himself up to his feet using a nearby table.

The inside of his little home was certainly well kept, although rather frugal and minimalist in personal belongings, as most of the space was empty, one room having a bunch of blankets laid on the ground to serve as an impromptu mattress, boxes full of scavenged objects, and a small garden tucked away into another room, he himself was dressed similarly to that first living the undead had encountered.

"What are those things you are referring to?" simply asked Loimos, imitating a normal tone, still analysing every single odd item inside here, such as what could only be described as a big box with dark glass on the front.

Though, from the living's perspective, it looked like the undead was just staring straight at him the entire time.

"Huh? How would you still be alive and not know about it? Ever since that crack opened up and dark fog spread everywhere- They have been scouring the streets, searching for us!" still keeping his tone as low as possible, the man who had been oddly composed since the beginning backed away, looking Loimos up and down multiple more times.

"What do you call them? What is that crack?" the undead just turned his head to follow the man's movements as he put as much distance in between them as was physically possible.

"...I don't know what they are called! They- Those monsters just crawled out of their… Lightless void and just began hunting us all down" he grabbed an axe with a red head and grey edge propped up in a corner, keeping it close to his chest.

"Go away will you? Just take whatever you want and leave- I don't want any problems, we shouldn't be killing one another…" rapid firing multiple arguments and sentences on short notice, the relaxed living was quickly turning into a pale mess.

Loimos did not budge.

"You- You aren't one of those right?"

Loimos did not respond and instead just turned his body to face the man as well.

The living swallowed saliva, clutching the axe's handle hard enough for all fingers to take on an even paler shade that of his face.

"Like… You weren't hit by their light? Right? You weren't?"

Loimos still kept silent.

"Cause- Cause you know… When someone is hit, they turn into monsters too… But if you stayed normal, then it's all right! Yeah, it's perfectly fine, as long as you have your wits, it doesn't matter, right? Like, even you really feel like eating me right now… If you have your wits, you can hold back… Right?"

There really was no need for Loimos to say anything, the living was already talkative enough and spewing out information like a geyser.

"Please man… I can't be that interesting- Listen, I know where another survivor is! Yeah, she's really pretty! Probably tastier than me and easier on the eye to boot! I'll show you the way there…" for several more seconds, the man attempted to negotiate his life in any way possible, clearly, he had nothing more interesting to say or do than bargain for his terrible existence as one that brimmed with life force.

So Loimos turned to the door again, a sigh of relief wanting to escape the lips of the survivor, but it never did.

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With a subtle motion of his arm, which looked nothing more than a small, meaningless movement- The vegetable peeler found itself stuck right through a forehead.

A few twitches, eyes rolling back into the skull… The survivor fell to his knees, dropped the axe and then crumbled forward, pushing the knife further in as a small trickle of blood began to course down, having died so quickly, not much of it would be drawn before the blood flow came to a grinding halt.

All that Loimos needed to know now, was just what those void creatures were all about, it was best to check whether or not the light they supposedly casted could affect an undead creature, and with his capabilities having returned to normal after killing a second living, only his perception remained impaired.

Truly, that black fog would be a nice addition to the empire's collection, if they could make it so it did not affect everyone equally, simply merging it with the royal miasma permeating every bit of the territory would be an incredible boon.

Nurturing sorceries pertaining to it would also be good.

He tried to rot some of it as he went, but it seemed like the fog strongly rejected death as Loimos knew, perhaps the so-called void was actually another realm that had seeped into this one, this would mean that the void creatures may be beings that existed in a place without proper death, or perhaps, another form of death not under the influence of the greatest one.

In any case, Loimos had to walk around for a while before running into a creature of the void, and it was easily spotted as it did indeed shine a piercing white light around, this glow parting the dark fog and its particles.

Apparently, even the creatures that had come alongside it could not sense through its veil without that light.

The one Loimos encountered roughly looked like a giraffe, at least in overall body shape, it had no feet, its long and slender legs ending in spiky protuberances, no tail and instead of a head standing upon its tall neck, there laid the source of the light.

Its equivalent of a face was perfectly flat, translucent as the light was coming from within.

Body completely pitch black.

Moving around, bending down, clearly searching for something.

Allowing one of his hands to detach from him, Loimos sent it to take the creature's attention.

The undead could tell that the being of the void was not animated by life force, closer to a pure spirit or sentient golem, it's equivalent of a life force presumably being whatever force the void it was from was, it was not an energy Loimos was familiar with.

Making some noise, the hand was quickly engulfed in light, obviously, the skeleton felt nothing, but he could tell that it would feel like being doused in boiling water for those that could feel pain.

Apart from this, it was obvious that its strange energy was supposed to be funnelled into the hand against its will, but that only allowed Loimos to get a hold of it and use his primeval rot.

Although he himself could resist it even without his rot, the putrid skeleton could tell that the effects of this energy would indeed function on undeads, the only criteria that was of help besides being made up of this energy was to simply be strong enough.

To determine just how strong one needed to be, Loimos made some more tests, the creature being rather nice as it refused to stop until the hand was actually completely affected.

There was a certain madness swirling within the being, which was only growing the longer it was taking, as though animated by pure hatred for anything that was not like itself.

The light only wavered once Loimos was done, slicing the creature's neck, which did kill it despite its special nature.

Indeed, Prikrip would find this realm rather challenging to tackle, especially as there would be higher pressure due to the resource that was the black fog and the special manpower that could be the creatures of the void.

Now, the champion only needed to find one more thing, and then, all of the minor lords would have suitable challenges awaiting them, which might just pave the way to them graduating into gravelords.