Necron: The Legend Of Rezar DeathWind

Chapter 326: Interitus And Cleobis (VIIIl

Rezar smiled as he looked at the death class user, his smile was the last thing he would ever see and with good reason. But slowly right in front of the shocked eyes of the other death class user, death came for one of those beings that were believed to be the sons and masters of death itself. The shock and fear going around was pretty much understandable, because after all that was said and done, to actually see Rezar Deathwind in front of him, a man that was somewhat known as the boogey man in Elysium or at the very least within the Bahrenburg wildlands was beyond shocking. It was insane. And just like the rumors say, it seems Rezar was unkillable. Rezar glared at the other death class user as the man moved his mouth up and down a few times without a single sound making its way out of her mouth.

The death class user stared Rezar in the eye but with caution, but beyond the cautious look was the intense look of hatred that was suffused behind her gaze. Rezar had taken something from her, and from the look of things it seems that she would not be giving up this fight until either her or Rezar was six feet under. He could see the hate in her eyes, and while he could appreciate the reason for her hate; Rezar was not in a merciful mood. Especially when she's a part of the death class users that have to be wiped out by the command of his so called mother the goddess of death.

"I would advise you to run right now, because at the very least you would have a chance, even if it's below 1% of a 100% you would or could survive. But the crazy thing is I would still find you, no matter where you choose to hide and I will end you in the most painful way possible. Or you could fight and I can end I quickly, but that would be mainly dependent of my feelings during the fight. So please corpse tailor. let's dance."

And dance they did as she let out a scream of rage and dozens of those corpse stitched wolves showed up, just as big as the one Quentin had split into pieces. Rezar's eyebrow twitched. It was almost as if the universe was trying to make fun of him. The truth of the matter was that these corpses stitched wolves didn't die as Quentin's previous engagement with them had shown. Any substantial damage dealt would have them being split into multiple pieces. And while they couldn't kill him, it would be incredibly uncomfortable to pulled in different directions by numerous teeth.

Screet jumped back, pulling Quentin along with him as he made a massive dome over Rezar and themselves. The wolves surrounded the dome, their goblin and child arms scratching at the dome and trying to break through., but Screet's Dome has proven itself time and time again to be something that couldn't be broken through. It was an impressive ability, and one that decidedly, Rezar was envious of. He shifted his gaze to the death class user, the one that had been called as Cleobis; and what he was seeing had his mind running at a few miles a minute to figure out a solution.

She had a scythe in hand that she was busy waving about within the crowd of wolves, she was literally multiplying their numbers. She wasn't strong enough to face off against Rezar alone, so she wan ted to drown them in numbers. It was a sound strategy, and one that unfortunately Rezar could not see a way out, because if he attacked any of those wolves they would split and the pressure on him would be ten times more. And at the moment he was not too keen about using Vita Gratia's skill, because it would take a long ass time to recharge them, and he had no idea what they possibly had to face within these ruins, he had to keep some cards intact in case he need to pull off an overpowered overkill move.

"Master there is a way we can defeat all of these wolves and the death class user. Though I envision it would be very painful for you." Rezar raised an eyebrow at that as he turned to Screet who was trying and failing at looking like an innocent child. Those beady mole eyes were beyond ridiculous and Quentin had even more of an impatience with them than Rezar himself.

"Just say what it is for King's sake you bloody rat!" Screet narrowed his eyes at the doom knight. Being called a rat wasn't something he appreciated, and he was obviously about to pick a fight, but a loud caught from Rezar was enough to get everything back in track.

"She's not splitting them three times. If a wolf splits into two, both wolves can only be split into two once more or they die. Which means a single wolf is six. After that they will die, she's made a mistake twice. She was trying to keep it out of our perception, and so far she was really lucky, but I think her grief let her make such a colossal mistake. We just have to keep on killing them, eventually they run out and stop splitting, but the things it would probably take a lot of skin and bones for that to happen. And Quentin and I can't heal like you master, so it seems you would have to do this on your own till it gets to the point where we can both give you support. I'll have a dome over your head constantly so that I can offer you as much support as I can, so don't worry, we'll be done with this soon." Rezar looked at the Mole-man and then raised his head to look at Quentin who immediately turned his head to the side with a guilty look on his face.

"Fine! Open the barrier, once we're back in Morte Bianca you both will be cleaning the sewers for a month!" Quentin was about to speak up, saying he changed his mind, but Screet spoke first, putting the final nail in the coffin he had built for them both,

"We are your faithful subjects your Majesty, and it is with a heavy heart that we say and agree to accept any punishment given. Our hearts are heavy that we're incapable of fighting besides you or for you. So we welcome all punishment your majesty."

Quentin knew for sure they were screwed and so too did Screet. But for some reason he really didn't want to be a corpse stitched wolf's chew toy. So much so that he was willing to risk punishment from Rezar to avoid this fight. If Quentin didn't know better, he would say that Screet was Narcissistic to a fault. But that couldn't be true could it? Not Screet: the bloody undead Mole-man was so aloof and quiet in his dealings many people thought of him as cool. It couldn't be that he was so engrossed with himself he didn't think anyone else was worth his time right? That should be impossible, look at him! He was an undead which means he had leathery skin and was ugly as fuck!

But there was nothing g more to be said as Rezar surged forwards, an entrance made in barrier and rapidly closing behind him. He had barely made his way out when a wolf flew out with a speed close to that of a vampire's and latched onto Rezar's neck. The move startled the young vampire king, but there was no stropping this fight as he split Vita Gratia and sent it flying forwards, stabbing through dozens of wolves like a skewer through meatballs or marshmallows. Some of the wolves split into other ones, while others died.

A scary shriek was heard as the death class user jumped in a completely inhuman manner to Rezar's direction her scythe held high and ready to slash down as more and more wolves grabbed a hold of Rezar's body, their fangs biting deep in flesh as his blood flowed through it. He shot his right leg forwards and smashed did into the chest of the death class users; melee fight doesn't seem to be her talent as she was blasted backwards like a cannon ball, a spray of blood leaving a trail behind from her bloodied mouth.

Rezar jumped and used his [Mana Blade] skill on both blades of Vita Gratia, letting the glow of the energy suffuse both blades and the chains they were attached too as the weapons seemed to float in the air with a will of their own. Rezar fell down to the ground, swing both blades and using the chains for more reach and area of damage as he smashed it into the seemingly endless pack of corpse stitched wolves.

*Boom! *

A cloud of dust rose up and a powerful shockwave spread out, blasting many wolves to pieces, while they split in an instant only to have their split selves get vaporized too. Rezar looked up to see that there were still a few wolves let, but not something that they couldn't take care. He looked down at his chest in annoyance and called out.

"Somebody get this damn wolf off my throat!"

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