Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

"General Loimos, it is my honour to greet you" swiftly after arriving, the pure undead went to find Ir’Houwl, who immediately took one knee on the ground to welcome him, she had already seen him back when he had returned victorious and reappeared in the Emerald Realm, but the minor lord still could hardly believe who dazzlingly powerful Loimos was, after defeating the golden one, it was like there was a constant halo of absolute power hovering around him.

Currently, she was in the main solar temple of the realm, where the Watchful and Prime Ersta’ra had been situated, both of which were now undeads following their defeat at Ir’Houwl’s hands, there were also an impressive amount of solar beasts that had been blessed with undeath, clearly, the minor lord had been working hard to get this realm under control, the human population had totally submitted to her rule by now.

As such, she had control over all of the sun faiths, every city and town had undeads guarding them, the improvements she had brought with her ensured that the common living respected her greatly, the sand orcs and molochites had also bowed their heads to her without question, blinded by the overwhelming power she and her troops possessed compared to them.

She had even managed to return the giants of this realm to good numbers by bringing out remains and blessing them with undeath.

And that was without mentioning the countless beasts and creatures of the desert that now worked for the Empire, by all means, Ir’Houwl had done an incredibly job at subjugating this entire realm, especially considering the problem of the Undevigintis, the sun got in the way of basically everything and were refusing to accept the natural order and die.

Loimos made sure to offer some praise for those achievements in his usual, deadpan tone.

All in all, Ir’Houwl had done everything that she could, the minor lord couldn’t exactly slay a sun, so it was only natural for Loimos to take care of that little problem.

Walking directly under the well that allowed light in within the temple, he rose up into the sky under the minor lord’s gaze, whilst the livings that had been turned to undeath, and those that served Ir’Houwl whilst still alive watched with slight confusion.

Cheops, Meritites, Benerib, Ny-Hor and Khasekhemwy for example, they had never left the realm at all, so although they sensed dire power from Loimos, they did not realise that he was the pure undead they had heard so much about, and thus, couldn’t help but wonder why Ir’Houwl seemed so submissive in his presence.

To them, the minor lord was an absolute monster that even two Ersta’ra were unable to match in combat, a warrior who had led and slayed several solar beasts, from their perspective, it was hard to imagine that an undead could actually get any stronger than this, but they could not help but have awe course through them as they watched Loimos rise into the sky, seemingly unbothered by the dire heat radiating from Prime Undeviginti.