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Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

Moulded from rot and souls, Loimos is born as an undead, as a skeleton. An undead linked to the weakest category of its kind, yet, he has something no other of the dead have. He is pure. Follow the journey of Loimos as he fulfils his duty and hunts down the living with extreme prejudice and faces off with the hypocrisy of those who live in death. In a world thriving with life, magic and heroes, he stands as the solution and its end.

Ready_ · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
250 Chs

Eccentric

Only a week passed after the tavern massacre, normally, a slaughter wasn't exactly a cause for rapid investigations or anything, people ending up as chew toys for some random monster or a random maniac going on a rampage was at the bottom of the list of important things.

At least when the victims were no name farmers and peasants from a remote, destitute city.

However, the word that the cause was an undead hadn't been kept a secret, not at all, Robert had spread the word to his men, who all repeated it to their wives and children, who in turn spread it around with impressive speed.

Harold even held a speech about it, where he pronounced the word 'undead' so many times that it barely sounded like a word by the end of it.

The mayor and captain of the guard knew exactly what they were doing, the information spread out quickly, and it quickly reached ears that did nothing but wait to hear about the walking corpses.