The Kingdom of Malaise (2)

This place was called the Prisoner's Quarters.

And it was incredibly large.

Rolling underneath a leaping zombie I brought out the quick bow and pulled back the strings, briefly pointing my finger at the target that was slowly turning I let the arrow fly.

Embedding the arrow into it's head, Ice shards followed the arrow and tore apart the zombie.

'Ugh' Feeling an aching pain in my shoulder I rolled it and looked around.

Currently I was deep in the depths of the Prisoner's quarters that was much larger than it suggested to be.

Shrugging my shoulders I walked forwards and collected the arrow from the corpse and looted the monster of it's loot.

But than again it did say that the Kingdom of Malaise did take a large amount of prisoners of war due to various factors such as powerful troops, great strategy and champion level units in the war.

Gritting my teeth I took a piece of rotten flesh from my inventory and bit into it, springing tears to my eyes as the salty and sour taste assaulted my tongue.

Making sure not to prolong my own suffering I swallowed the large chunk of rotten flesh into my gullet.

In the cave that I appeared in during my second... no third life, I also ate rotten flesh as I didn't want to starve to death...

Not that the monsters in it allowed me to.

But in the cave I at least was able to make a suspicious stew with the bones and flesh of my enemies.

'Now that I think about it it's quite hard core' Grinning I swung my Blood Sword and saw it splatter red blood against the wall.

I had got the red sabre's blueprint from a zombie corpse and had thus crafted it with my dwindling wood supplies that I hadn't solved since my arrival here.

I was somehow doing fine by breaking apart the odd barrel and door and taking it's wood so that I could craft items.

But the sad thing about minecraftian items and Terrarian items was that they took more wood than was conventional.

If it was a comfort, than it was the fact that the items crafted by my game system made it so that I could finally resort to making much better things.

The walls were still unnaturally strong though.

Bringing out my pickaxe and dragging it across the walls I sighed as all it did was left small chips in the wall.

Which was already much better than what the monsters could do.

Recalling the sight of a zombie that had taken off my arm when I was unaware crashing against the wall and not doing anything against it I shuddered.

My arm still hurt to this day.

So I was making extra sure that I wouldn't suffer big wounds like that anymore.

Tracing my way back to the makeshift base I made wasn't hard at the least.

All I had to do was follow the trail of looted corpses that I had torn apart, the zombie, skeleton and various other corpses making it very easy to do so.

Hearing a distinct rattling sound followed by the heavy footsteps I sighed and hid my presence.

Slinking into the shadows, one would think that my flaming black hair that had moved to engulf a good majority of my head but my face would give me away.

But that was until I doused the flames, slinking into the shadows.

Soon the monsters that I was waiting for soon made their appearance.

It was a cohort of monsters that I was so accustomed to.

Unlike the actual game it seemed that reality had several discrepancies that were hard not to notice as they differed incredibly from the game that I drew my knowledge from.

Just like the Goblin Invasion that was supposed to be activated by meeting various conditions that I hadn't met yet alongside the eye of Cthulhu that shouldn't have been able to appear during the goblin invasion.

But this was reality, even though reality was eerily similar to the game.

It was still reality and the creatures within the game weren't bound by it's rules.

By that logic I also wasn't bound to that logic which was why I usually dual wielded my weapons and tore apart my enemies.

'Thank you Rising dead cells sync rate, I probably wouldn't have survived as long without you'

Calling upon the large amount of experience hidden in my body I fell to the ground like a puppet that had lost it's strings and hid in the shadows away from the eternally burning torches.

I basically was pretending to be a corpse.

A skill I found was very helpful when escaping the droves of monsters that proved to be to strong for my liking.

Making sure my eyes were facing the monsters, I looked and observed the monsters that were slowly approaching.

The familiar shamble of a zombie approached, a trio of them shambling within the cohort of monsters.

The green ooze that I had by now suspected to be stomach acid seeing as how it burnt through a corpse before dripped to the ground.

Followed by the green zombies were the skeletons in green hunter's garb, still wearing the archer's clothing even in death.

Holding a giant long bow that was unsuited for the enclosed battle, the prisoners quarters was large enough to allow usage of these bows although slightly ineffectively.

Shield bearers in purple clothes wielding large shields that covered the majority of their body.

These guys were extremely annoying in the fact that they were basically invincible from the front where the shield covered and had a terrible charge that nearly took me out in surprise.

Sadly when they were killed the shield bearers shields which provided them basic immortality from the front, the shields seem to lose their invincibility properties.

And finally the last monster that was following the cohort of monsters, one of the more dangerous ones in my own opinion.

The Grenadier.

These purple skinned monsters that seemed to have been fused to several large purplish pink orbs of light on their body.

Three major ones hanging on their back, the rest of the pinkish energy replacing their thin waist and the limbs that connected the elbow and shoulders.

They also used these pink orbs that were part of their body to throw timed explosives that would leave small craters on the ground that through some sorcery didn't affect the malaise infected beings.

Recalling the time that one of the large balls of pink had landed in front of my face before exploding and nearly melting my face off if not for the Rampart's sacrifice.

'Rest in peace Rampart'

Subtly watching them from the shadows a zombie sniffed the air before it began walking forwards, ahead of the shield bearer that had taken point.

And instead of being offended the shield bearer seemed to cast a curious glance at the zombie before following it, the other two zombies mirroring their first counterpart.

Another thing that I had noticed that was strange was that these monsters still carried a semblance of intelligence.

Granted the intelligence was restricted to fighting techniques of a sort, the knowledge to stick together and a few other miscellaneous things.

One of these miscellaneous things was that they seemed to understand that when the zombies smelt something with some sort of sense I didn't know about.

That meant their was prey about.

This intelligence however quickly disappeared as they became feral at the sight of life that wasn't infected by the malaise.

But nevertheless, I was staring at the zombie that was slowly nearing my body.

Stopping right in front of it, the zombie neared it's face to my own and allowed me a front row seat to look at the monstrosity.

The zombie was incredibly rotten and infected by the malaise.

An orange gleam glinted in it's dull glassy eyes that roamed across my body.

The zombie's jaw was slack and barely held together by what remained of it's skin, the green ooze slowly coming out of it's mouth as a form of drool.

Sniffing around the zombie finally found the source of it's attraction.

Seeing the zombie focus on something caused me to unconsciously tense up and prepare to unleash hell on these guys with my blades.

However my tenseness was unwarranted as the zombie turned it's attention to the blade still clenched in my hand.

Looking at the blood red blood sword that continued to make a small pool of blood around it, the zombie stared uncomprehendingly at it for a moment before seemingly shrugging and turning around.

Seeing the zombie return without finding anything concrete that they could rip and tear into.

The shield bearer turned it's orange gaze away from the zombie and continued to stumble forwards.

The skeletal body that had cold ice shards piercing through from underneath the purple robe, stumbling as it brought it's shield forwards.

Seeing the monsters turn their attention away from me, that was when I struck.

Unbeknownst to the monsters.

The corpse they thought was a corpse was instead me! Slade!

Brandishing the blood sword, I accidentally caused blood to splatter against the wall and attract the attention of the Undead archer.

Not that it mattered as I instantly used the shield of Cthulhu to ram myself forwards and lop off the uncomprehending Undead Archer's head.

The Orange gaze in it's eyes dying down like the embers to the fire.

Utilizing the brief pause and confusion in the monsters movements I used a yo yo to grab a zombie with the steel string and pulled.

Launching the zombie at break neck speeds that literally broke necks, it impacted another of it's companions as ice shards came out of my hand and flew.

By now the monsters were understanding the threat and were turning positively feral.

If it was a saving grace, it seemed that the shield bearer still needed some time to turn around and ram into me.

Throwing my blood sword at the head of the one remaining zombie, it sunk deep into the skull of the monster.

If it was any comfort, it seemed that despite being extremely powerful, they still had the weakness's of normal humans.

And throwing away my sword might've been a stupid move for any one else, but I wasn't just anyone else.

Bringing out one of the twin daggers, it launched itself through the air and hit the hand of the grenadier that was holding a pink orb detonating the bomb in its hand.

However, the good news was that when they seemed able to be parried or reflected.

The bombs blew up on contact though and didn't have the same power to fly through walls which was the main reason I was so caught off guard.

But nevertheless, throwing my other dagger, it flew through the air and hit the head of the still reeling grenadier and killed it.

Turning around I had to use the eye of Cthulhu's charge function to dodge the shield bearer's own charge.

Grinning creepily I fell from the air and used both hands to bring out the great sword and bisected the shield bearer that was still recovering from the charge in half.

BOOM!

A small mark appeared on the ground as I grinned and looked at my surroundings.

Hearing a few footsteps heading my way though caused the grin to disappear as I hurriedly retrieved my items and left before more monsters came.

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Tree

This is gonna be your chapter title for a while and this will be a long arc :D

Also how is the chapter length? Fine? Good? Bad? Trash?