Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead
Chapter 900 - 900: Obstacles

"Oh god…" looking over from the top of a tree, Toby honestly did not know what in damnation he was supposed to be doing to help, the two combatants barely stayed in the same place for more than a few seconds, and the reason for that was rather bad sign, for the golden radiance kept getting launched away, everytime, countless trees and the earth would ripped apart, as the mere strength of the winds roused up was enough to turn everything several meters around them into pieces.

The otherworlder could feel the strength of their clashes even from where he was currently standing, each blow sent tremors through the ground, and that was without mentioning the spells that would rage out from time to time, each would annihilate everything in their way, especially those black flames, honestly, Toby had no idea how Milo was still alive right now, everytime the otherworlder would get a good look at the fight, his friend would clearly look like he was on the losing side.

Nearly always on the defensive, and the few strikes of his own that he would launch would be evaded and blocked, but despite that, Milo still seemed unharmed, every piece of flesh blown away would regrow immediately, every broken bone would be mended without delay, and even severed limbs would only require a second to be grown back in full.

'Is this the same gold that is supposedly wielded by Sonnenträger? Is that what it meant by him returning from the oblivion of history?' if that was so, then Toby wasn't quite sure about its efficiency, although Milo was radiating severe amounts of gold, each individual particle totally hostile to the undead and wishing nothing more than to dismantle him, it was not enough.

'He needs to land some direct hits' the otherworlder paled a little bit as he began to move.

Meanwhile, Milo kept on fighting, throwing a right hook for the undead's helm, only for his target not only evade the strike, but his helm shifted into a monstrous maw and just bit right through the living's arm, severing it in a single go.

Without hesitation, Milo repeated what he had done earlier, and detonated the severed limb, but he had already shown that trick to Loimos too many times by now, and the undead was swift to move out of way, suddenly crawling to the ground like e four-legged beast and rapidly arriving behind his opponents.

Milo kicked behind him without turning around, Loimos however, did not stop and actually spun right back to where he had been standing a moment ago, revealing a floating sigil above his palm, which he swiftly slammed into Milo's chest, activating the spell stashed within, and in the next second, the living was buried under what looked like liquid lava that had been thoroughly corrupted by decay.

Nothing a pulse of gold could not get rid of, ignoring the deep burns, Milo did not wait for his new injuries to heal and using the arm that had been severed barely ten seconds ago aimed straight for his enemy's chest, such a direct strike was once again intercepted, Loimos stopping the strike and casted yet another spell, encasing the whole arm in dark ice.

"Ah, shit…" Milo cursed under his breath, burn damage and anything that did not only inflict injury, but also left something else in its wake, were the things the gold struggled a bit more compared to the rest to heal, it was obvious that Loimos had not only been switching between various elements to keep his opponent guessing, but also to check for any exploitable weakness.

And there it was, encasing a burnt limb in ice was perhaps the best way to ensure that Milo would retain his injuries several more seconds compared to usual, such a short amount of time sounded like nothing, but it was in fact worth a lot considering the speeds at which they fought one another.

Thankfully, it seemed like the brilliant gold flowing through him at least prevented Loimos from locking his energy flow like he had done earlier, so although problematic, the living remained confident that this combination of fire and ice would not be the end of him.

Milo pulled back a step, and launched a high-kick, which was swiftly intercepted by a kick from the undead, their strikes bounced away from one another, and using that small window of opportunity, Milo ripped off the ice-encased arm entirely, allowing it to regrow like normal, right as the rest of his burns also finished healing.

Without waiting, Milo turned into a flash of gold and rushed the undead down again, although he himself was still technically unfamiliar with the full extent of his current powers, there was no time to lose familiarising himself with them if that meant giving any time for the undead to prepare something.

Right now, the undead actually needed to cast his spells and weave energy from his body, which forced him to actually make gestures to cast them quicker, so constantly harassing him with attacks, whilst it looked like it was going poorly for the living, was actually necessary, lest Loimos actually has time to weave something abominable.

But plenty of the undead's move did not require much time or any movements to be used, including some especially nasty ones, Milo, heading straight for the undead, barely even saw it before it happened, but once he was hit, he realised that this was move that shown great efficiency against the pure living back then.

Loimos shot his own soul out of his body, and sent it slamming directly against Milo's own golden soul.

It did not matter how strong you were, if you had a soul and it was struck like that, you would be out of it for at least a moment, and indeed, the golden soul would only require a brief instant to recover from the blow, but that was still too slow.

In the shortest of instants, Loimos turned his arms into wings, and flung himself right above the living, and with another forceful flap of his wings, sent himself barrelling down, both feet poised to slam directly into Milo's head, and splatter his brain against the ground, and with Loimosfire and dark ice already channeled into his feet to be casted right after that happened, even if the gold was able to bring back the living from that, it would give the undead plenty of time to rip him apart continuously.

The second swing of his wings blew the leaves off the trees in a radius of several kilometers.

The momentum should have been able to allow the undead blast through Milo's head and then go through the ground for a while, but somehow, just as the impact was occurring, as the living's skull was forced to change shape and shatter under the force of the collision, Loimos suddenly stopped moving.

The culprit, obvious.

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