Necron: The Legend Of Rezar DeathWind

Chapter 307: Interitus And Cleobis (I)



Chapter 307: Interitus And Cleobis (I)

Rezar and Roran were both hanging off the side of the small boat/ship that had been repurposed as their stealth vessel for their journey southwards. The Venoik was sea sick, and strangely enough so too was the King of Morte Bianca. Rezar shook his head as he felt a steely grasp on his shoulder, he turned and looked up to see Quentin, his first living-undead-doom knight-something. Rezar wasn't exactly sure what and how to categorize Quentin as he was still alive when Rezar decided use his raise undead skill on him.

"it will pass soon master, I believe we should be disembarking of the western shores of the Hion wetlands, a small contingent of undead are gathered there, but I don't think it's anything we would be unable to handle." The only reply Rezar was able to give the doom knight was a small nod of his head. he was absolutely wasted, or better yet he was absolutely nauseous, and it does not seem to be going away. As opposed to Lenore and Gynaika who left Morte Bianca in as much style as their current missions could handle, they had to slink away in the middle of the night like a couple of thieves.

He was extremely annoyed by it, the way he saw it, it was the king who was supposed to be flying to the location of his enemies in a blaze of glory. But now he is the one expected to apply guerilla tactics in this fight. And frankly speaking this was not something he was actually fond of doing, it was not his style to rush behind his enemy. His style has always been to rush straight through his enemies, cutting them down as he went ahead to make rivers of blood flow down a mountain of corpses, but now

*Blerruuurrgghhhhhhh!"

"That doesn't feel good, it doesn't feel good at all. The last time he was on a ship he was busy taking heads off, and the ship wasn't really moving at that point so it wasn't so obvious that he a motion sickness that could be considered extremely chronic. Jason and Brutus looked on, extremely worried for their master while Screet lounged on the crow's nest with a bored look on his face, seemingly carefree and unbothered by Rezar's current state. Roran was still slumped over the side of the ship, while Quentin moved about to make sure the captain and the crew were doing their jobs well.

For the first time since he fell into service of his King, Kitagawa was left behind to make sure Morte Bianca was safe in its entirety. With all three rulers gone, he, Alistair and Samira were the ones with the largest authority to look after the kingdom. Besides that, Kitagawa used to be the leader of his Village before they were taken over by NPC'S, so being a regent for a little while shouldn't be too bad, it was just like ruling his previous village, only on a much a larger and still expanding scale. Roran turned to Rezar and asked.

"Why are we here? Your majesty?" Rezar looked back at him just as miserable as he answered back.

"I wish I knew Roran."

"Land Ho!"

That was the most beautiful thing Rezar had ever heard in his life, the idea that land was close completely eliminated his entire Nausea in seconds, or at the very least within his mind as abruptly stood up and was attacked with a wave of vertigo and he had to quickly return to hanging over the railings like a fish that had been hanged out to dry. He hiccupped as he raised his head and noticed a shore of dark sand, with it turning is a muddy marshland further inside that was currently being patrolled by an army of undead, with no small amount of them being actually giants, summoned wraiths and ghosts and all bunch of creepy nasties that goes bump in the night.

"I thought we were hunting Necromancers and not Halloween cosplayers?" Roran asked, only for Rezar to raise his hands up as if to say 'I don't know what's going on don't ask me' there was a dynamic between this two that was completely unlike anything he shared with his other subordinates. They were more life friends as Rezar's king title have never been a barrier in their interaction with each other, which was a far cry of how terrified Roran was of Rezar when they first met, but since then they've both bonded over the one true trait that no one else in Bianca seems to share with them. their almost uncontrollable curiosity, and the fact that they were drawn to the same things.

"I'm really not in the mood for a fight right now, why do they have to be this close to the shores, arghhhh!" Rezar groaned out loud in frustration much to the chagrin and amusement of his other 'unshaken' subordinates.

"Just think of it as an exercise, your Nausea will probably disappear after a few seconds of killing people that have already been killed, making them deader than dead." Roran advised as he gave a bright smile in the process to Rezar, his monstrous shark like teeth, causing a shudder to go through the body of his king.

"Wyvern!!" one of the sailors responsible for looking after the ship screamed out loud as a shadow appeared over the ship, before crashing down on top of it. There was a circular purple dome that popped up to cover the area where Rezar was, but the weight of the wyvern Pushed both the dome like barrier and the center of the ship into itself as it smashed under the weight of what Rezar was sure was the biggest wyvern he had ever seen.

But he didn't have time to look at wyvern as he soon found himself underwater, with the loud screech of the wyvern causing even the cold sea water around them to vibrate. The coldness of the water was an obvious wake up call, this time his Nausea really flew to the back of his mind as Rezar grabbed a flailing Roran and shot upwards, his body parting the sea around his body as the blasted out of the sea, catching the massive undead wyvern off guard with shock as Rezar flung the biological poison distilling machine onto the shore and threw a well-placed punch as the jaw of the wyvern at the same time.

*Thud! * *Craaaassssssssh! *

The wyvern completely flipped over itself as it was blasted backwards, it's body coasting over the sea like a pebble that had just been skipped. Rezar only hovered in the air of a few moments before gravity began to carry out its job, however another purple barrier appeared beneath his feet as Screet came out of the water on a similar barrier, his undead eyes glowing an eerie purple. This was one of his recently trained and acquired skill trees: that of a barrier mage, he could do some really neat tricks.

"What about the others?" Rezar asked as he dragged his hair backwards from his face, slicking it backwards and using all of the moisture in it to create a band of water that held it in place, while he turned an annoyed look to the place where the wyvern had dropped into the ocean.

"they will be up shortly Master." Screet Promptly replied as he turned to face his creator, while Rezar pulled oh the simple cotton shirt he was wearing, Vita Gratia's holster hanging behind his waist this time.

"And the Sailors?" Rezar asked his cracked his neck from left to right and stretched a bit to get his muscles fluid and moving for the fight that was to come.

"That's why the others are not up yet, they're securing the sailors and their supplies and seeing what they can salvage from the ship in case our stay is a little prolonged than planned."

*Roooooaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!*

*BOOM! *

The wyvern blasted out of ocean from below them, hoping to catch them both off guard as it opened jaws that could swallow an entire fuel truck with space to spare. This wyvern was almost as big if not a bit bigger than a dragon, but unfortunately its plan to ambush them was stopped before it came to fruition as another massive barrier appeared beneath its opened jaws. It smashed its open mouth into the barrier, losing a few teeth in the process, prompting a laugh from Rezar as the wyvern let out a puppy like whine and fell back into the ocean most probably dazed from the hit.

"I don't see anything funny about our current situation Master, I would respectfully suggest you take this seriously and have Brutus retrieve your armor as you can get hurt." Rezar waved his hand at Screet as if to overlook his worries, before he bent down to look into the ocean below him, his gaze on the wyvern that was currently trying to swim away from their current vicinity. Screet shook his head as he gave a silent prayer for the wyvern, because exposed and dancing within Rezar's eyes was a look he had has come to know either meant disaster for his target or a great boon if he was in a good mood and you just happen to not be his enemy. It was a look of abject fascination, and Screet knew better than to stand in his way.


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