Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead
Chapter 858 - 858: Mutual Destruction

Like a star falling through the sky, Milo shined brightly, his charge seemed inevitable, unstoppable, the golden mana accelerated as it coursed throughout every millimeter of his body, reaching the point where it was becoming hard to tell where and how it was even moving, it could be coming from any point in his body, and heading anywhere, it had simply becoming a continuous blur that knew no end.

Back when this very event had occurred on the destroyed battlefield, Milo had not truly taken the time to truly pay attention and experience what it felt like, it was a powerful thing, which he did not understand how to trigger outside of luck, it was not vertex or anything similar, it simply felt as though the golden mana had decided that he needed some help, and moved on its own to deliver some assistance.

Still, back when this had happened against Loimos, Milo had still lost, he had no idea how the weakened Loimos from back then compared to the undead right before him, the pure undead was simply that unknowable and grotesque, it did not seem correct to believe that the fully-powered lieutenant could even stand in the same realm as the profoundly weakened Loimos.

Perhaps it was not reason speaking, but the fear that remained after that clash…

With a shout, Milo's fists collided with Frenand, and both of them were launched straight through the respective wall behind them, only to instantly emerge again, leaping straight through the air with enough force to blast the rest of the room behind them apart, both focused their mana into a single point, seemingly having the exact same idea as the manner in which to achieve victory.

Warriors like them who used their own bodies as weapon may not be as simple minded as some might believe, but they definitely tended to favour simple solutions over convoluted methods, and indeed, both believed that a certain question only had one real answer :

'How to defeat an enemy that refuses to go down?'

And the answer was :

'Hit it harder'

Focusing their mana into their right fist, both gearing the physical enhancement to the maximum, putting everything toward offence, leaving not even a drop of mana toward anything else.

When their fists struck one another in the center of the throne room, the dense, compressed mana also struck one another, as their physical bodies struggle against one another, so did the energy, and whichever of them lost any of those two struggles first, would be the loser of this brief exchange.

All ambient mana was chased away, the room cracked under the pressure, the world seemed to have come to a standstill for the two warriors, but the truth was that their fists only touched for less than a second, the result of the clash was granted to them nearly instantaneously.

Metal was crushed, tendons ruptured, old bones were grounded to dust, blood spurted out, and young bones were snapped, tearing right through the flesh supposed to hold them in place, both combatants saw their right hand and arm mangled, and their momentum carried them forward, both crashing into the ground on opposite sides.

"Ah, again! It does get stronger the harder you hit it! Let's do this again! I want more!" Frenand's arm was completely gone, blast away completely, and considering the sheer amount of golden mana produced by the blow, it was not going to regenerate as swiftly as it should, quite the opposite, in fact.

But the undead did not care, he had come here for a particular reason, but the intensity of combat had pulled on the impurities of his undeath, and he found himself only wishing to fight.

As for Milo, he gritted his teeth, looking down upon his right arm, broken bones protruded from the flesh everywhere, having torn through his skin and muscles alike, his hand was perhaps even worse than that however, not a single one of his fingers was bent the right way, his index was barely even holding on to a strip of skin…

And right now, even with what he had left of golden mana circulating at incredible speeds throughout his body, granting him great power, he could not heal, for that would consume too much mana and leave him defenceless.

Ignoring the intense pain, he straightened, and without even glancing back beforehand, he rushed directly toward the undead.

Frenand too, was swift however, and he did not care in the least about his missing arm, he felt no pain, he felt no discomfort, there was no shift in his sense of balance due to the loss, he was already perfectly adapted to moving and fighting without it, he might not be anywhere as pure of an undead as Loimos, but when it came to combat, no impurities could get in the way.

Their hands shot forward, grasping at one another as they met in the middle of the room, the throne looking down on them.

Both tried to crush the other's limb or push back, but they were momentarily locked in place.

"Do you feel it, Golden One? The agony of your wound? Do you not wish for it to go away?"

"I already told you… Your faulty arguments will not convince me!"

"Oh, I am not trying to convince you, not anymore, I'll fix that problem whether you want to or not! That's what it means to have compassion, to lend a hand to those in need, even if they refuse assistance- And the hand that I'll lend, is this one!" flinging Milo's arm aside, Frenand kicked at the living's knee and immediately followed with a punch straight to the face, sending Milo stumbling back, his shattered arm swinging uselessly as blood flowed from it down onto the ground.

'Damnit… How is this bastard so strong anyways?!' Milo spat half of his teeth alongside blood, stepping aside to evade a kick aimed at his stomach, attempting to elbow the undead in the head, only to have his strike blocked by the remaining hand.

The current situation, just like before, was still very much to the undead's advantage, Milo was slowly losing strength of focus, he could endure the pain well enough, but the blood loss was slowly getting to him, and the moment that caused him to commit a mistake, it was all but certain that he would be struck and effectively defeated, if not outright slain.

Frenand pushed the living away and threw out another kick, this one aimed at Milo's side.

'To hell with it' using his one good arm to block the attack as well as he could, he just lunged directly for the undead, focusing his mana into a single point, and headbutted Frenand, and for a moment, the throne room was flooded with golden light.

"What?" Milo had no idea what just happened, once again, his mana seemed to just be doing its own thing, but Frenand at least, had been launched into a pillar, so clearly, the attack had been effective.

But not enough.

The undead just rose back up like nothing happened, the veil of chainmail fell apart completely, revealing Frenand's thick skull, his bones clearly appearing several times larger and denser than one would expect from a human.

A small crack had formed on his forehead, and two flames only just ignited in his hollow sockets.

"Not bad, can you do that on command though?"

"You're starting to get annoying…"

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