Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

Watching from inside of his farm, the man had just come back from locking his corneaus inside of their comfortably wide enclosure, safely hidden away inside, the last few days had been a bit odd, the amount of noble knights patrolling the area and its surrounding had increased a notch, searching for something that had killed an ogre, the female knight had said that it was probably the work of some rogue monster or a pack, and to then not allow children too far from home, and to not travel alone.

Farmers never really went far from their lands anyways, so it was not too bothersome, although, all were keeping a close eye on their ogres and cattles, keeping the young ones inside, and nothing had happened again.

The man had even seen his oldest son patrolling alongside that lady knight and another one, even the knights moved as duos, and since his son was a trainee, they made a trio, recognisable as a knight-in-training by the fact that his white cloak only covered the shoulders rather falling down nearly all the way to the ankles.

"Dad, can we play outside now?" one of his young daughters asked, picking her off the ground, she looked at him with her big round eyes.

"Sorry sweety, it is up to the knights to decide that" giving her a kiss on the forehead, he carried this daughter of his to the bed, night was already falling.

Counting his children as he went, making sure that none had had the poor idea of sneaking out again.

'Alright, the kids are all in their beds, the corneaus are locked up properly, the ogres as well…' rehearsing everything, he looked through a window, a luxury that they weren't aware of, was the fact that they had glass windows instead of holes, shutting the flaps tightly, lingering on as he reached the very last one, thinking that something moved in the darkness, narrowing his eyes, head and arms outside, holding onto the wooden shutters, a cold droplet landing right atop his head.

"I am seeing some flashes in the distance, we are going to get some lightning" his wife spoke from behind, also bringing up the fact that a few of their kids would inevitably want to sleep in the parental bed, terrified of the thunder.

Barely a few seconds after that initial drop, a humongous amount of water began pouring down, this was not a bad thing, their crops were tough enough to handle a downpour, lightning storms were a common occurrence during the summer months after all, and the wheat could use some watering.

Constant tapping flooded the home, drowning out all other sound, only cut by the arriving thunder, which carved through the slamming of rain with ease, the two parents were wholly unbothered and headed off to bed, already overcrowded by their young children, to the mother and father however, the rain and thunder were rather peaceful sounding.

As some drifted off into soft, sweet sleep, others were still out in the storm, gusts of wind made the farms howl, the dirt roads turned muddy, the only natural light that appeared were the flashes of distant lightning, but the knights in white patrolled anyways, atop of their horses, lanterns raised high.@@novelbin@@

"I am not seeing crap!"

"What?"

"I said : I am not seeing crap!" speaking louder, a knight express himself to the female knight, the trainee riding in between the two of them, ever since the beheading of the ogre, knights had been scouring the surroundings for any trace of the culprit, closer inspection had revealed that it was in fact, a blade that had brought about the demise of this monster, the trail of this mysterious rider in white was privileged for now.

Surely, finding an entire person and a horse should be simple enough, horses were only in use by the knights, one accompanied by such an animal could not hide anywhere, the knights had even inspected the people's farms and the one farm that was without residents, but not anything was to be discovered, the knights wandered at night still, braving the elements.

"No one but madmen would be out in this weather, even our crazed beheader probably opted to stay at home…" the male knight, same one that had first discovered the corpse, complained, the rain drenched their cloaks, weighing them down.

"Do you never stop running your mouth? If you could fight as well as you blabber, Aramap would have had to step down ages ago!"

As his two seniors only by a few years argued amidst one another, the trainee turned his head to the side for no particular reason, coincidentally, lightning struck at the very same time, illuminating the tumultuous night for a split second.

"T- There! Hea-" his two seniors reacted quickly, shining their own lanterns in the direction pointed to them, right in time to illuminate a white blur, a cloud of pale smoke, a flowing figure slamming into their trainee, a spinning mess of white cloaks stained by the mud.

The trainee was the one with his back to the ground, struggling as a completely white silhouette tried pushing a slender dagger straight through the eye slit, before that blade could reach its intended target, both knights got off their mounts, one of them kicking the attacked off of their trainee, despite the strike, this figure managed to regain its bearings and get back on both feet within an instant.

"Get to your feet rookie, and light this guy for us" the female knight pulled the young boy back up, who hastily did as was ordered, his lantern raised high, which would allow both seniors to wield their weapons without having to bother with anything else.

Casting the shine upon the attacker, dressed nearly entirely in white, a long cloak, an uniform with golden decorations foreign to the knights, only the boots and gloves were black, a high collar meant to tightly embrace the neck.

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Only that the being before them had no head or neck at all, standing to his full height, he still somehow managed to stand over the knights, if only a little bit, staring directly at this creature, a faint whistling sound could be heard coming from all around, disturbing, eerily melodious cries of pain rumbling alongside it.

The dagger held in his hands turned to a light purplish mist, stepping forth with a stomp, a spear now manifested in hand, thrusting forth with a twist of his wrist, a devastating attack, both knights knew even as they evaded it.

Replicating with their own spears, the headless stepped in first, allowing the other to pass underneath his left arm, locking it in place as his weapon once again dispersed into mist, turning into a mace.

With strength more akin to that of a beast than a man, it came crashing down.