Outbreak

I sizzle being on holy land is harmful to by consolidating my power with my general spirits. I am better able to withstand the effects. At the very least, I don't feel lightheaded. This church of light is small for a town of ten thousand. It's probably not the dominant faith in this town. It doesn't really matter. I just want to hurt the guy. I know how inefficient it is to kill his followers, but at my current strength, I can hope to be a needle in his foot.

I start with the Sun Priest. The anointed one of each church is the designated divine vessel that piece of no good, dirty dealing, could inhabit. Other gods use this vessel to hand out miracles to their followers, a sudden healing here or there just to remind them. Not in the church of light, thinking about it now, the number of hoops people have to jump through is wrong. It angers me, I was so stupid to believe the line of 'Its to root out the wicked, and make sure only the most faithful can get a miracle.'

The sun priest is a young man that is sleeping in his bed. There are three girls on the floor in the corner. I slap him and cover his mouth. "Tell your god I'm coming!" I know I shouldn't agitate a god but like fuck him. I doubt he doesn't know what I'm doing. He is a god, after all. The tools at his disposal are far-reaching.

The three girls in his chambers scream and shouting for help as I gut the sun priest. Parents oftentimes hand over there to spend the night with a Sun priest. This is because of Grindel Light-bringer, a sun priest whose power was to give a blessing to the first person he sees each morning. Most people don't know that he ripped out his eyes after Unibas came to him in a vision.

🔹Death Bolt!🔹 The skulls of rips into the three girls. Being followers of the church makes them as guilty as the sun priest and their god. The death bolts melt the skin clean of the bones. The scream brings in recruits. They are carrying swords and holy water. I shake my head as I 🔹Teleport🔹 grabbing the guy furthermost at the back by the neck.

"The first rule is to apply the water before pulling your sword." He crumbles in my hand as opens him up like a fish. His intines turning to as because of my 🔹Death touch.🔹

Whether from fear or anger, one of them. "Demon! Your foul machinations will never succeed, the light will..." The whooping of scythe blows his head into three as I toss it at him. His blood spraying all over his friends, one shits himself but still finds the courage to charge. As he rushes, I hold out my hand and my scythe returns to me, cutting off his head. My weapon is a soul bond weapon, so like my generals, I can call them back to me.

These people have a minimal amount of soul energy, probably something Unibas is doing to slow me down. I just going to kill everyone anyways. It just makes it necessary now. The last guy is actually a girl. She tries to beg and explains that she is doing this to help her father. She makes all kinds of promises about giving me her body and serving me as long as I can save her father. The girl seems genuinely enthused to help destroy the church of light.

"Alright, I want you to barracks and bring the guards here. Then I will save your father from his suffering." Chloe's father is hurt because of the sun priest. She goes on another rant about how she was training to kill him and she is glad to be of service. She talks a lot and rushes out, going to summon the guards. I start my work, to hurt him, to make him feel me. I will desecrate these grounds, making them unusable to him and his followers as long as I live. Plus, it is a great place to build a death hold.

The formation I writing only needs one ingredient. Human blood and the meat sacks are coming. They are more than expected as the unit is sixty men strong. I can see three of them are higher level than me.

My 🔹True sight🔹 even lets me see their equipment. With my current strength, I have to be careful these men are well trained but they don't carry the scared arts, so it should be okay. Chloe is shouting something about how the maidens are trapped inside the church. This riles up the men, the overzealous young men who join for glory and some other nonsense.

I pretend to be lesser a skeleton while it is dangerous to unsummon my spectral armour. The ruse works works the simpletons shuffle in their drove all sixteen of the meat bags in front squeeze into the basement where I am munching on the priest. His heart is at the centre of the formation. All of them miss the fact that a scythe is hanging on the door.

I do the skeleton shuffle, my bones creaks I chatter my lower jaw. The men scream! They are still new to fighting undead. They push forward a squirmy little runt of a kid. His sword is swaying side to side in his hands. He is wearing simple cloth armour. I'm glad for rookie meat. I call back the scythe, but not to me just enough for it to slam the door. These old basements have a bolt lock that works from the inside. When to door shuts, the weight of my scythe turns the bolt.

"Illis bless my blade. " There is no change to his sword, aura, or soul power. The war god needs almost as many sacrifices as those who believe in Calig, the god of resurrection. I shatter him the skull from my spell work, ripping him clean in two. It is actually three spells on top of one another, but the effect is that 🔹Death Bolt🔹 kills him in what looks like an instant move.

I throw myself into them, the first guys to react are at the back. When they can't open the door, panic sinks in. They knock on the door, screaming for help blocking out the instructions from the other side about how to open the door.

The most terrified, swing their sword injury their fellow man. This is amazing, as they believe that I have somehow possessed the guys who are shit scared and I am forcing them to attack. We are in an all-out brawl. They are all fighting each other while I make my way through them all.

The 'Faithful Heart' pulling all the blood I spill powering the formation. The changes are subtle, but I feel them in my bones. It is pure joy. The blood rain starts as the ten men needed to power the formation. Every life from now on is to make it stronger and also helps me grow. I stuffing all the experience into repairing my soul. It is painfully slow. I never knew that a human can survive with so little.

🔹Teleport🔹 I vanish from the middle into the few guys trying to get into a defences formation they are trying to form. My appearance a with 🔹Death touch🔹 in hand that makes the guys hand turn to ash while nhe is alive. Send the men into a wild frenzy, we fight fast As a classically trained paladin im profieceint in light style defensive sword arts. I swing it like a bear, with my strength and there cloth armour it cuts deep. Blood spraying everywhere, the men panic trying to work together.

The fight with he last three is most challenging because they have been hiding, waiting for a chance and now that everyone else is dead. It is there chance, "Foul undead your shall not prosper here, Lady Adamas grace shine upon me."

I chuckle loudly shocking all of them, Lady Adama is dark god hiding as a gods of fertility. I just 🔹Teleport🔹 behind the one with the shield by the grabbing my scythe and ripping him two. The sctyhe amplifies damage in bloodzones like the one I have just created. It will take weeks to complete but then everyone will dead and the town isolation will work in favour. After I kill the three I undo the bolt.

Shifting back other side of the room fighting in staircase will work to my advantage. 🔹Death Bolts🔹 into people open mouths as they gasp from all the dead bodies. They are also covered in blood because of the blood rain. Its eerywher making them even more uncomfortable. then the appreacne of my Spectral armour. Settles over the next three minutes all kill every single person in the church.

Chloe looking at me not understanding that she was always part of the food cycle. Her spirit I let wander that look at the end that she gave me is a powerful transformative agent. The undead we have in the world the more work I can get done.