Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

"Under normal circumstances, I would have recommended for you to follow the lead and get the hell out of here, but these are special circumstances, it is a call of destiny, or fate, in any case, I still recommend for you to take the hint, worst thing that could happen is Audit bursting out of a random corner and dragging you five back to this dungeon" he looked around at each of their faces.

’Why are those little girls looking at me like that? Am I not speaking reason?’ he repressed the will to hit them over the head with his fist capable of breaking walls and sighed through his helm instead.

"But do what you want, I personally wouldn’t willingly throw myself into actual decay and blood so vile it turned darker than the night" he didn’t know why he was bothering trying to help them, they weren’t even remotely kids, had his age begun to make him see youngsters as children?

Now that was something to truly be wary of, and with that thought, he understood why Bough was chuckling like a schoolgirl, the big man had already noticed this.

"Oh, Pierre-Ornée, the deadliest warrior working under his majesty is getting softer"

"I despise you"

The two of them went back and forth after the five adventurers had already left, it appeared like they had suddenly begun to fancy their chances were many more, trained professionals with years of experience working together had failed entirely.

That was thanks to a little implement that had under their sleeves, Marlene had spent multiple years in this world by now, she wasn’t taking this dungeon lightly, but it was clear that all of those that had perished had lacked something.

They weren’t brave enough, or rather, they were overly cautious.

Being careful was good and all, but they had all decided to work by setting camps up regularly and trying to fight against the rot from below, they always spent too much time standing idly by the staircase leading down.

So it was no surprise that they would always suffer the same fate and vanish alongside their camps, they were leaving themselves wide open for an ambush, it couldn’t be known clearly what truly happened to those people, but the issue leading to their demise was rather obvious.

The two elves, Ariandnel and Irgot couldn’t help but wear their thoughts on their faces at the moment, Tilke was just like them but simply didn’t show it, they still remembered Marlene’s and Iritim’s plot.

"Humans are truly the masters of deception, I shudder" the ogress muttered.

The two human girls’s ploy was simple, yet quite ridiculous, no one believed that Iritim could muster up a sermon capable of convincing the remaining explorers to go along with them, but they had underestimated the intensity of their priestess.

Some grown men began crying as she ruthlessly used the full capacity of her lungs to shout at all of them, and also used her very priestly skills to make her words more convincing and inspiring.

Some may say that it was blatant manipulation, they were right.

There were no authorities to stop her however, no crimes were thus committed, that was how it worked after all.

The group and their new allies, inspired by the grace of Iritim’s goddess of victory, were dragged along to their imminent wealth, or demise.

Ploughing through the first part of the dungeon was easy, so was the second part, although the group’s teamwork was lackluster since it consisted of a bunch of parties and lone wolves grafted together.

But only the five of them were equipped with a special item, a necklace that had much the same effect as the death hunter’s art, ’Life, defend from corruption’, only that the object furnished life force from itself rather than utilising the wearer’s own.

The other’s would have to make do with whatever they had.

There it was, the unexplored staircase, in this dungeon of metal, it was nearly impossible to force your way through with explosives and the like, much too tough and rapidly self-repairing.

They all stepped down, each and everyone’s figure covered by a faint sheen, traces of Iritim’s blessing casted upon them, a blessing casted by a priestess of the goddess of victory naturally made it more likely for triumph to be the outcome for each and every person affected.

The instant they made it down the stairs, carefully making their way further in so as to avoid getting into contact with the rot, with the life-imbued item, the rot moved away on its own, all sounds stopped.

The usual cacophony brutally ceased, it was like all eyes in the dungeon had turned on them. Read exclusive adventures at NovelBin.Côm

Someone turned around to look up the flight of stairs, only greeted by a closing wall of durable metal.

The few able to do so had already brought out their lights, be it mundane lantern or via spells of some sort, whilst light wasn’t missing, visibility was still terrible, rot grew like invasive moss everywhere, imitating vines and tall grasses in a most horrible way, everything filled to the brim with toxic blood, the slightest of grazes was certain to get one covered in it.

Everyone here either had durable bodies or ways to shield themselves from the corrosion, but many clothes were ruined, and some of the more unlucky ones sported what looked like chemical burns, others looked as if a cheese grater had been brushed over their skin amongst others.

The diversity in injuries from a single source was strange, armour and clothes also suffered from different sorts of damage, some even rusted from the contact.

They kept on carving their way through the jungle of putrefaction.