Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead
Chapter 880 - 880: Untouchable

Although each had to fend for themselves to some extent on the battlefield, none of the livings could truly stop themselves from paying attention to the priestess and herald's own fights, Milo for one was especially surprised as he immediately noticed that Frenand was fighting with far greater ferocity now than when they had fought against one another, so it became rather obvious that the lieutenant had truly been aiming to accomplish something other than kill him.

Milo had no idea what this could have been however, and right now, he had to admit that his mind was somewhere else, unlike Priestess Artazun, who was merely using her immense strength to brawl with the cyclops, doing her best to keep him right there so that their presence disrupted the orderly ranks of the dead- Herald Ioleznta however, she seemed to have no such concerns.

She was a rather tall woman, but Frenand was still a whole head taller than her, and despite being a skeleton, with his abnormally thick bones and armour, his fists looked nearly as big as her head, at a glance, it seemed like the undead should have the advantage over the frail-looking woman, but not only had he thrown aside his cape, which Milo instinctively understood as an acknowledgement on the undead's part that this wasn't a fight he believed he could win easily, but so far, despite having thrown over a dozen blows in the spans of a few seconds, none had landed.

Like a graceful dancer, Ioleznta flowed past his punches and kicks, her emerald cloak following behind, and also somehow avoiding all contact with the undead, within a few moments, many holes were left in the ground, traces of Frenand's attacks striking the soil, forming a clear and obvious path of where the Emerald Herald had evaded to, and soon enough, she was able to lure the undead out of the midst of the battlefield.

Lured was perhaps a strong word, the lieutenant simply did not care where they fought, he was not one to try and get a hostage or anything, and anyways, he was well aware that a herald was being of great power, who had pretty much mastered the manipulation of emerald light, it went without a doubt that she could pick and chose who would be affected by an attack of hers, so Frenand deemed it useless to try anyways.

He was better off just trying to get a hold of her and bash her head in the typical way.

"By the way, just be careful… Before you put your big, strong hands on my petite, frail frame- My name is Ioleznta, and honestly, it's a pleasure meeting you! I have been meaning to speak with an undead for so long! I still remember when your big boss attempted to murder me through some wisps of spirit life, how did he even figure that out? He must have a very big brain" she said with a smile, hands on hips as the corpse stopped and assessed the situation for a moment before responding.

"General Loimos always figures something out, I couldn't explain how, I am not smart enough, at this point, I just assume that he can do anything he wants to, saves me a lot of thinking and wondering… And also, what was that about my hands? I'll have you know that I bear no interest in living-fleshed women, I am a naturally spawned undead, go ask the former livings, they might not mind though"

Ioleznta crossed her arms.

"Is that so? I wasn't expecting you to be so close-minded! So what, are you telling me that those were actually just grapple attempts in the view of tearing me apart and murdering me, and not attempts at copping a feel of my delicate surfaces?"

Frenand was starting to understand why the sun worshippers had such a reputation, even he, an undead, was not finding anything to say to the nonsense this woman was spouting without an ounce of hesitation.

So instead, he just stuck his wrists against one another, and ground the steel of his armour against itself with a swift motion, causing his hands and forearms to erupt into blazes of Loimosfire.

He focused his mana into his legs again, the power brought by utilising vertex allowed for him to surge forward with dire speed, the ground beneath his feet detonation as he pushed off from it, a deep, straight line forming through the soil as he moved, hand poised like it was spear, pierced the air where the herald had been a mere instant ago.

The worst part was that Ioleznta wasn't even moving fast, she was clearly just dodging like she knew exactly where he would come from, and how he would attack.

But that meant that her evasion only took her a minuscule distance away from where he ended up, so he immediately spread his arms wide and threw himself in her direction, attempting to get a hold of the emerald folk in a crushing, smouldering bear hug.

Once more, he only made contact with her as she hopped off the ground, and like some sort of gymnast, used his head as a surface to place her hand on to leap above him.

This dance went on for many more strikes, even as he used the flames coating his gauntlets to launch bursts of flames, he somehow didn't even manage to graze her cloak at all.

So eventually, he stopped attacking, prompting the herald to stop moving immediately as well.

"Whoa! Frenand- Your name is Frenand right? You're soooo good! So fast, so strong, so cool! You're making me feel all tingly with how flamboyant and virile you are!" she purred at him whilst imitating a feline's claw with one hand.

He stared at Ioleznta in utter silence.

"Hey now, don't go boring on me like that! Do you know when was the last time I got to have so much fun? Come on, say something, participate a bit! I assure you it's worth it!" she chuckled.

Frenand was not amused however, this sort of thing did not work on him, not only was he a naturally spawned undead, so his affinity for the living was non-existent to begin with, but his personality quirks meant that he only really enjoyed one thing, fighting.

"Aaah, if you won't be fun, then let's not bother with this for any longer than it is necessary- You beat little Milo pretty badly last time, I don't personally know him that well, but his kids are very cute, so I will mince you up for that offence- Doesn't matter anyways since you undeads seem to not stay down…"

"...But hopefully, you won't be back for a while" when she spoke that last part, her hand was already piercing right through Frenand's chest.

The undead having actually not been able to react as Ioleznta very clearly just teleported to him.