Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead
Chapter 876 - 876: Advance

The few days given to them by the undeads passed in the blink of an eye, before long, a mass of organised warriors of death approached them from the south, the dark keep looming behind them, compared to what was marching toward them now, three days ago looked like it would be childsplay to face-off against, the glove had definitely come off.

Warriors of the living braced themselves to either be killed, or suffer grievous injury in the upcoming battle, everyone capable of fighting was present, the tension in the air reaching its peak as the undeads halted their movements exactly where the last confrontation had taken place.

And in that instant, The Song rose its voice, but rather than a magnificent, enchanting melody, it was drums of war and a deep, rumbling voice of singing coming from the throat, the livings, even when still within the barrier felt their morale plummet, whilst the undeads on the other side seemed to grow stronger, the heavy shieldbearer at the front began to slam their fists against the surface of their shields repeatedly, all in unison, taking part in the chorus of The Song, which only heightened the vile effects of its music.

Particles of gold were rising from Milo's skin as his mana combated the fool, lyrical invasion trying to drain away his strength and resolve, but not everyone was as fortunate as him, everyone trying to resist, but the power of The Song was only growing as the undeads joined in on the orchestra.

Someone nearby even fell to their knees with blood beginning to flow from their nostrils, the price of trying to resist the chant, many looked upward to the perpetrator, the graceful yet baleful beast, its expression unchanging, immovable even as it spread its singing and music, there was no way for the livings to step out and fight in such a state, too many were direly affected and would only be sending themselves to their death without rhyme nor reason, but if they did not move to face the dead, things would only get worse, the enemy held the cards.

Nearby, a paw neared the edge of a balcony, prepared to step in immediately, Artazun wasn't going to just stand there and watch it unfolding, the Dancing Divine Priestess simply had to step in- But her ancestor rose one hand, stopping the leonine priestess from moving any further.

"Wait a moment, our intervention is not yet needed… Let the young ones find themselves" spoke Hirzartanli, and no one amongst the dignified highest sphere of the realm understood apart from Solzmimi, that is until a loud sound sliced right through the melody of despair, and at that, The Song finally showed a real reaction, stopping for a moment and turning its enormous body, directing its gaze at the source of that sound.

The melody increased in severity, but this time, it was directly met with a competition, if the orchestra of The Song was slow and peaceful, then its opposition was rapid and forceful, loudly blowing away the foul and insidious sonority of the disaster beast.

Hard as it might try, the creature, amongst the few beasts that had been chosen and nurtured by the champion himself, could not overpower its opponent, when it came to how greatly their odes could affect others, it was a total draw, neither of them could gain any ground at this point, it was merely a question of which of them the listener decided to listen to, to allow to inspire them.

The Song spread an ode to despair, empowering the dead, and weakening the living, but now, merely the former listened.

Meanwhile, standing atop a nearby habitation close to the edge of the barrier, overlooking the gathered, brave warriors of life, it was a lone living that was managing to match the hymn of beast of catastrophe.

Ansonio did not know what sort of devil had taken possession of him right now, but the instant The Song had began to play, he was riled up, it was as though the very fibres of his being- Like his very soul itself were crying out for him to act, so he did, he climbed atop the closest thing he could find, and blew air into his trumpet.

The talent holder had had no plan or idea as to what he was going to play, but it didn't matter, for the music came to him naturally, there was no need to think about musical notes or the likes, he let his instincts guide him, and so, the simple trumpeter, member of no renown, unremarkable amongst the other talent holders, was able to match the capabilities of The Song.

Blowing into his instrument, hands and fingers moving like they had mind of their own, he played an ode to hope, which all livings listened to, the ode to despair fading away in their minds, their earlier fears and worries were not totally washed away, but the reason as to why they were fighting surged forward.

And so, the livings charged out of the barrier under the clamour of a singular trumpet, the instrument said to sound out the beginning of the apocalypse was being used to inspire them to fight.

The battle that ensued, from the very moment both sides clashed, was ruinous, the frontline of shieldbearers was crashed into, this first line of undeads appeared like an immovable monolith, a caste meant for nothing more than carry heavy shields and prevent anything from getting through them, and indeed, they were resilient, their poise seemingly unbreakable, immune to all forms of damage.

But the livings were not counting on their combined efforts to get through those corpses, spears were already lunging from behind the covers, aiming to reap their lives, like snakes striking from within hollow barks- The brave defenders of life did not need to tire themselves, they already knew exactly how to breach the ranks of the dead.

Parting, they allowed a flash of gold to move right past them, Milo throwing himself forward, slamming both feet at once into one of the shieldbearers, he had to admit, the undead castes were not for show, this line of shields should be made up of what was considered rather typical soldiers specialised in defence, and yet, which his physical strength alone, even Milo felt that he would be able to push them back more than a few steps.

But with the golden mana coming into play, there was no need to worry, all defences were null, all was without power in its embrace, and as such, the shieldbearer he targeted saw their shield shattered before being launched back into the mass of their brethren.

"Advance!"

The frontline was breached.

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