Necron: The Legend Of Rezar DeathWind - Chapter 322: Interitus And Cleobis (VI)

There was a coldness in the air that Rezar really couldn’t place his habds on. It was eerie, but it wasn’t exactly what he could call scary, at least not to him. There was a sense of familiarity to it, but regardless of what it was, he would not let it stop him from reaching their destination, the massive black building that seemed to loom ever large in the distance. They walked past the corner of a building made from Garnet and ruby and came up onto a square. This didn’t seem to be the city center, but it was a small plaza that held a fountain.

The fountain itself had already dried up a long time ago, but from the dark stains and the lingering scent in the air, though it seemed extremely wild and crazy, it seems this fountain used to spew blood, and a lot of it. The fountain was unique; it was actually a sculpture of a vampire sucking on the neck of a female elf. It painted a dreary and somewhat sultry image, but with the female statue missing her left breast and male vampire his nose, there wasn’t much of a sign of the sultry atmosphere it probably once evoked, and then Rezar felt someone brush past him.

He swiftly turned around just as Screet’s barrier sprang up in that very same moment. And just in time too as a Banshee crashed into the barrier, her wails causing their ear drums to rattle as they suddenly all felt disoriented. Rezar shook his head, but the woman with a hollow appearance, white hair and a skeletal frame was not alone, there were dozens of the banshees around. And with their arrival, Rezar noticed something else that seemed out of place with the plaza they suddenly found themselves in, there was blood hanging around the corners, with even some of them spilling out into the street. It was Quentin who gave voice to the thoughts that was currently running through their minds.

“They’re hid the bodies Sire! These are spirits of the dead, how do we deal with them?” he asked as he held his sword close to himself, ready to attack as soon as Screet’s barrier goes down.

However contrary to the expectations of everyone here, even Screet himself, the barrier held, without even showing any sign of cracks whatsoever. However, Rezar was having a bit conundrum, just looking at these banshees he knew none of his methods would really affect them. these were undead spiritual beings that didn’t have a physical form, so just swinging his khopesh around wouldn’t work, and the undead energy from his spectral skulls skill would probably not be enough to bring them down. The skill itself targets magical energy and causes a disruption rather than destroying it. With enough of it the spectral skulls, its effect would stack and probably cause a severe reaction that would lead to death.

So in this scenario the spectral skulls were just a temporary fix. He had an idea, but this was the first time he has ever attempted to go down this road in a fight so he wasn’t exactly sure if it was going to work. But he was going to try to use his [soul Mastery] skill to augment the rest of his attacking skills. Come what may the banshees were all creatures of the soul, pure and intangible as opposed to other undead. If Brutus was here, then they might have had a hope as a wraith could be considered a male equivalent of a banshee. But wraith is genderless and can be female or male so calling wraiths the female equivalent of banshees might not exactly be accurate.

He was a vampire and a necromancer, knowledge and understanding of the soul was almost instinctual. He knew just how to draw it out, how to use his own soul as a fuel source to power his skills. He held out his hands wide as he pointed in the direction of the Banshees, which at the moment was everywhere as the banshees all floated in the air, going round and round in circles around them and their barrier. Thankfully the concept of stamina was completely lost of Screet as he was an undead, he might run out of mana but he could never get tired. And his barrier was actually fueled by a little of his magic and much more of his stamina, if he so chose…. they would and could be here for a while.

[Spectral Skulls]

Rezar felt a stinging pain in his chest as the three spectral skulls came to life, however there was a whole lot of difference with these skulls than the previous ones. His normal spectral skulls were usually green, or purple when he uses the [Mana Charge] skill to summon them. but this time they were a blazing silver and seemed to have wiry silver flames on them. they floated around him as he gave a small nod to Screet to drop down his barrier, or at the very least make a small hole in it for the skulls to get through.

The undead Mole-Man knew just what his master had in mind as a small hole was made on the barrier. Banshees were spiritual beings so the concept of size did not apply to them. as long as there was a breach in Screet’s barrier, then they would have found a way in, no matter small it is. A banshee popped her head through the hole that was made, her jaws opened to unnatural proportions ready to release her soul stealing wail, but one of the skulls blasted through her face, her body rapidly burning up into specks of silvery light as a ghastly wail was left behind.

Rezar released a breath he didn’t know he had been holding as the skulls whizzed about, chasing after the banshees as they flew and weaved in between houses trying to get away from what was definitely a permanent end. But with the range of the [Spectral Skull] skill, Rezar was able to completely eliminate the threats they were facing from the banshees, and that was totally and completely to their advantage.

They rushed out of the plaza with the banshees hot on their tails, they went through a street that had emerald houses with Screet taking the lead since he was the one tracking the soldiers from the theocracy. He jumped up flipping in the air as he made a barrier under his feet to serve as a platform before a banshee came screaming out of the ground to smash into it. Rezar waved his hand as one of the soul powered spectral skulls flew forwards and smashed into the face of the banshee, destroying it into motes of light as Quentin spun his body vertically to evade another Banshee.

Rezar didn’t have to worry as the Spectral skull were autonomous and could handle and take care of attacking as if they had a mind of their own. He held Vita Gratia tightly as he coated the both its blade with this soul energy he was barely keeping a hold on and sliced it through two Banshees. But he had scarcely done that when a massive lizard blasted out of one of the buildings and scooped him up in its jaws, its massive teeth almost splitting him in half.

Rezar was caught off guard as he cried out in pain. However, dealing with a giant leaving monster was not a problem for him. He turned to face the lizard only to notice someone on its head. for a while he was confused, but the white hair and blue eyes let him know that this was one of the death class users that he was after. The grin on the face of the death class users was made all the more prominent as he was raised still in the jaws of the monster and smashed through a tall building that seemed to be made of diamonds. Rezar had wondered if it was just an optical illusion that the blocks used in making the buildings within this ruined city were precious stones. But the moment his back was smashed against the diamond wall and it broke instead of said diamond, he knew this truly was buildings made of precious stones.

Quentin vanished in a cloud of purple and red smoke as he appeared over the Death class user and came down rapidly swinging his massive broad sword, hoping to lop of the head of his master’s assailant in one fell swoop. But right as he was about to bring his sword down, the death class user held out a hand and suspended Quentin in the air. But just the act of leaving the doom knight suspended caused it tremendous pain as the death class user had a wide grin on his face.

“I might not be able to summon or raise undead like most death class users. But I can play with, and fuck with the souls of anyone and anything. Which makes your master incredibly foolish, I might not be able to control your souls and bring you to heel, but I can still manipulate it within your body and bring you great pain. So I will let him watch as I slowly destroy that which makes you his living and most powerful undead…. your fucking souls! And once I’m done with you, I’ll fucking deal with him. But before that tell me; who the fuck is you?” the death class user asked, only for him to see Rezar vanish from his position within the jaws of the monster and appear on its head, with his arms wrapped around the throat of the terribly shocked death class user.

“My Name is Rezar Deathwind Bitch!”