Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead-Chapter 649: One Cut

Sparks were brought into existence as the two men were caught into an unexpected clashing of blades, at the last possible moment, some of the small blades and come back without Bilistam making any motions with the sword's hilt and guard, reforming a small portion of the blade, whilst the rest pushed into Loimos's back, drawing blood and inflicting lacerating damage.

"Hah! My sword isn't so simple as to merely give me half-assed, commanded blades- The motions are merely to give them speed and have them change trajectory mid-course, otherwise they would have to turn around and lose speed-"

"You speak a lot"

"-Hey, you have twenty three of my blades stabbed into your back, one of which in digging in between two of your vertebrae, you're as good as dead"

"I would hope so"

One of his hands let go his jian, and he instead form it into the shape of spear, stabbing it right through Bilistam's stomach, not the best place, but the one that would be swiftness to reach and that Loimos had deemed the living would not manage to see coming and dodge in time.

"Bastard-!" Bilistam pulled away, and with a strong flick of his wrist, ripped the small blades stuck in his opponent's back, blue blood flowed in a worrying abundance, but Loimos showed no reactions.

He knew how to circulate energy well-enough to have it close wounds and the likes, the damage inflicted to his soul was derisory, at least from his perspective, owner of a dead soul and one that was especially large and powerful, poking some holes into it was not efficient, especially when he could keep going like normal even if it was utterly ruined and destroyed.

"What hell are you made of? Lingchi's blades inflict unimaginable pain on whatever they cut…" pressing the bloody hole in his stomach, Bilistam stepped back, the blade that returned to the original sword peeled themselves away again, spinning and forming a dome around him as he took some time to get used to the rather severe injury he had endured for taking his victory for granted.

"...And how can you still move? You should be paralysed!" straightening his back, the wound Loimos had given him felt simply awful, feeling like it was being torn large with each of his movements, all could be fixed by a little bit of soul essence however.

'Argh… If the portal hadn't closed? I would have just retreated now- Ah, he's the one who closed it, didn't he? Wasn't he with a girl too? Where did she go? Was she pretending to be defective and lacking in soul energy?' Bilistam's expression warped, it felt obvious now, he had walked right into a trap, in the place where the restless dwelled, none could come to his aid.

Well, others might be within here as well, but most portals took to specific locations, those that brought to random places were only in use by the ancients, and they rarely lingered around much, if they didn't spot a restless of great power, they would just leave immediately.

Bilistam certainly couldn't count on the newbies to be of any help, these cowardly idiots had all run away and were probably for the most part, if not all, dead by now, serving as chew toys for restless and being harvested for their bones.

"Not intent on answering?" the living frowned, although it was needless to say that Lingchi's infliction of extreme pain was useless on those that simply couldn't experience such a feeling, it was always effective on those that did, indeed, even the ancients and himself, the user, could not escape this effect, yet, the stranger before him was doing exactly that, never flinching or twitching.

The undead simply studied the flying blades, and held up his own sword, pointing it at the living, without any annunciating factor, the jian's length expanded, the haste with which it travelled through the air was impressive, but Bilistam had been standing ready for something to happen, so even though it wasn't specifically expected, he managed to move to the side, eyes still locked on the black, he saw it then move toward him with the same ease as it would have at its normal size.

A few of his flying blades came and blocked the sword from advancing further, simply leading to Loimos retracting it back, and extending again, and again, and again, launching terrifying thrust attacks without moving from where he stood.

'The hell?! I thought his ability had to do with that thing that happened when he cut me earlier…'

"Dammit… You've asked for it!" deciding to forego energy conversation, the living's floating blades further split themselves into more, getting smaller each time, but their numbers became large enough to resemble a swarm of locusts, soaring through the air, Bilistam allowed them to move like normal without his input, having them attack from all sides at once.

Before they could fully circle around Loimos and block off every path however, he suddenly vanished from where he stood, doing the exact same thing Bilistam had already done on multiple occasions, having observed each and every instances of this technique's usage, the undead had determined that it was part of the sixth way of power to be found within this realm, the living had made things harder for him by being actually competent in its usage.

Loimos had discovered that the norm was that one would need to say the technique's name just before activating it, naturally, this bore the same issue as incantations did, basically giving a heads-up to your opponent as to what you were doing.

Unfortunately, removing the vocal part in this way of power was rather hard, and something Bilistam had managed to accomplish by only using this one, particular technique within the repertoire of this realm's livings.

Loimos would have been able to copy its usage with much less time had he spoken the name.

And this also helped the undead know that his possession, or perhaps his ability to decay and recreate everything, if not both, allowed him to circumvent the barrier that was the species restriction of this way of power.

The name remained unknown, but it allowed for an impressive burst of speed in a specific direction, it would basically take you wherever you wanted within a certain distance as long as nothing was in the way, lest you end up impacting a wall and going right through an oncoming blade.

But that meant that one could move up and around in the air by repeatedly using it every time your previous destination was reached, which allowed for Loimos to show up right before the living.

Who motioned with his nandao's hilt, bringing toward himself, rapidly bringing the many blades back toward him.

But instead of simply allowing the small blades to come on their own, he muttered something to himself, causing them all to fuse together into a shape that was definitely much too large and wide to be composed of only his sword's blade.

"Guillotine"

The blade was simply enormous, it's name implied that it was used for decapitation, but its size implied that was made for giants to be executed, it would be capable of decimating the snake or bone abomination with a single strike, breaking them to pieces with its tyrannical weight and power.

Loimos did not know why Bilistam felt the need to speak aloud, or if Lingchi and Guillotine were even actual names or ones he had come up with himself, but it gave him further insight into how the ways of power worked in this realm.

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The undead swung at the living, who defended himself with naught but his bladeless blade, featuring a hand-guard however, he was not without any defence.

The Guillotine neared closer.