Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

Chapter 361 Lesson In Mistakes, Lesson In Dismantling

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Reluctantly, the chief followed after the intruder outside, greeted to a most strange sight, had that goblin come to warn him of an attack barely seconds ago? Then how could it be? How could it be that all of those that had remained after the warriors had left were impaled upon spikes?

Spikes so high, so tall that they could accommodate dozens of the lanky creatures, said spikes not pointy, but rounded at the point of penetration, harmlessly pushing the organs away instead of tearing them apart, allowing for the victims of the impalement to remain alive for a long time.

The large goblin was stunned, this level of efficiency, of sheer violence, brutality and vile sadism.

'It's beautiful...' it almost brought a tear to his eye, even he felt intimidated for a moment, that was great work, one that he could not hope to replicate, for a tyrant like himself, this display was art.

"Heh... What about my warriors however? If you had to attack while they were gone, then..." his reasoning was cut short as the intruder turned to him, an act, that for some reason, felt incredibly abnormal, he did not say anything, but definitely demonstrated something, from one massacrer to another, the chief could sense the stench of the numerous lives claimed by this stranger.

"Point taken" a bead of sweat travelling the side of his head, a faint chuckle escaping his lips, the goblin stepping back inside quickly, grasping onto a rusted mass of iron, lifting it onto his shoulder, bursting back out.

It was the ancient anchor of a ship, pillaged upon the dangerous bottom of the nearby ocean, before the chief had ascended to his position and engaged in gluttonous activities, he used to dive into the monster-filled waters, claiming the lives of abominable creatures and plundering the remnants of sunken ships.

"Are you not going to finish him off?" stepping from a shadowy corner, Maliah was scratching the side of her face with a dagger.

"I am demonstrating why one should never allow the enemy to retreat, it will be up to you in a moment" Loimos pointed at the ground, the assassin focusing at what the undead was trying to show her, actually trying to sense what was going on, The Death Dealer immediately noticing what was kept below the old stone structure, which appeared to have been a temple of some sort before becoming the home of the goblin chieftain.

The ground shaking below their feet, the chief went down a passage concealed behind a simple beast hide laid over the wall, gathering all of his strength to turn a simple key inside of its lock, freeing what was imprisoned inside.

Apart from feasting endlessly to the utmost limit, another hobby of the goblin was to feed the island's mightiest creature, which he had subjugated years ago, neither a beast nor a goblin, a monster that could have very well ruled the island had there been more of them.

Unlike the chief who only grew to resemble one over time, what bursted out of the stone temple, munching on the goblin's still living body, was an actual ogre, with pale grey skin, a small head with an oversized head, small eyes, elongated arms ending with large, four-fingered hands.

"So, I need to be slow and steady, right?" asked the assassin.

"Yes, it should have fairly potent regeneration, let it heal and demonstrate all manners of easily felling such an opponent" clarified the undead, the fin-limier liking the idea, in lack of mass murder, butchering something alive was a good alternative.

"Alright then, sit down for the next few hours..."