Sylver clicked his tongue as he realized the order was still wrong.
He knew his internal muscle structure inside and out, when he had initially made it, but because he wanted his body to naturally develop, it was now a mysterious ss. It wasnt just putting the discs in the right order, Sylver also had to make sure they were facing the right way.
It felt like building a house of cards, but the cards are made out of at, and youre also riding a giant wolf, while a very small arachnid attached to your back is actively siphoning your mana away.
Mora had told him she was doing sothing to help him catch those 2 but couldnt explain exactly what it was. He gave her all the mana she asked for, since gluing his hand back into 1 piece didnt take that much mana.
It wasnt even that difficult, it was just annoying and ti-consuming.
He had already tried to slow them down using Aleri, but Sylver didnt have that much water left, and more importantly, one of them had a ranged attack that destroyed the flying shade before it got close enough.
They were slowing down, but Ulvic wasnt even keeping up with them, if it werent for the fact that they couldnt maintain their full speed when they turned corners, they would have been long gone.
It also didnt help that Sylver was in a great deal of pain. It wasnt a physical pain, despite the source being physical, it was more akin to the kind of pain n felt when they saw another man getting hit in the unntionables.
An unconscious reaction that Sylver had trained relentlessly to suppress. And yet he felt winded, despite not having lungs, and hurt, even though he had severed all of his pain receptors. His brain wasnt even functioning right now, it was just a slab of at he had stitched together so his head wouldnt fall apart.
Sylver still had what so undead referred to as humanity.
He was alive enough that his soul treated his body as if it wasnt dead, and similarly made him feel what it thought he should feel.
If it werent for his extrely high pain tolerance, and his soul manipulating capabilities, the pain would have incapacitated him.
Technically speaking, Sylver wasnt undead.
It required a certain amount of ntal gymnastics to call a man capable of getting chopped up alive, and yet, if you went by the standards certain snobby wights set, Sylver was one of the living. Even though he was a floating skeleton when they made this assessnt.
According to them a true undead, felt nothing. It didnt feel hungry, cold, it never felt anger, sadness, happiness, a true undead was basically a very smart animal. It did what its body required of it, and nothing else. A creature that was guided solely by natural instinct.
As sothing of an expert in all things undead, Sylver considered this type of categorization closed minded and exactly the kind of bullshit he expected those prophecy-producing wights to co up with.
But he couldnt hate those see-through assholes, because as he rembered the conversation they had back then, he also rembered what he did to prove them wrong, and as a result, got an idea.
Sylver scooted back from where he was sitting on Ulvics back, and as he summoned the corpse of red robe and orange robe, and did his best to stop what remained of his lips from curling into a smile.
He grabbed the two corpses by the backs of their necks and focused on the inside of their chests. There wasnt any Ki inside of them, but he could feel their flesh reacting to every slither of mana he forced inside of them.
Or perhaps Sylver was rusty, he couldnt rember the last ti he did this directly, he normally had one of his shades do it for him.
Im sorry, Sylver whispered, as he reached inside himself, and paid close attention to how his vocal cords moved.
The two corpses sitting in front of him shuddered for a mont, as Sylver forced their diaphragms to contract. They made a strange sound as they breathed in air, and it took Sylver a couple of seconds to rember to open their mouths.
As he slowly relaxed their diaphragm and wiggled their vocal cords, they both seed to murmur under their breaths.
Sylver tightened his throat and did his best to mimic red robes final words.
Im sorry, Sylver said.
Im sorry, Sylver repeated.
Im, I am, Im sorry. I am sorry. Sorry, I am. Im sorry, Sylver repeated and forced the mans mouth and throat to mimic his.
Im sorry, Sylver and the red-robed man said in near perfect sync.
Im sorry. Im so so sorry. A little lower. Sor-ry. Spring remind me to practice this when we get ho, Sylver and the corpse said in unison, as Spring quietly added ventriloquism to Sylvers ever growing list of skills to brush up on.
Betty Botter bought so butter. His tongue is numb. How can a clam cram in a clean cream can? Actually, mine is numb too. Betty Botter. Betty Botter. Betty Botter. Betty Botter bought so butter. Near an ear, a nearer ear, a nearly eerie ear. Four fine fresh fish for you. Good enough, Sylver and the red robe-wearing corpse said, as he tightened his grip on orange robes corpse.
Its his chest. Its his chest? Its his chest! Its his chiseled chest! Che-st. Chest. Its his chest. Chest. How close am I Ria? Sylver asked.
There was a mont of pause, during which Sylver felt around for the source of his tongues numbness and discovered a small shard of blade embedded in the back of his throat that had blocked a blood vessel. He very quietly made his flesh push the piece of tal out and spat it out.
Its his chest, Ria said in orange robes voice.
Its his chest, Sylver repeated, but Ria shook her head.
Its his chest, Ria said.
Its his chest, Sylver repeated.
Can you genuinely not hear your accent? Ria asked, as Sylver and red robe simultaneously coughed.
I genuinely cant. Is the pitch right? Sylver asked as Ria nodded.
Is this because youre undead, or is this because you dont breathe, or is it-
I dont want to talk about it, Sylver interrupted, as he adjusted his grip on red robes neck.
It hurts, red robe said quietly.
Help , it hurts, red robe continued, as Sylver struggled to get enough air into the mans dead lungs.
IT HURTS! red robe scread, louder than Sylver had intended, but too loud was better than too quiet, HELP ! IT HURTS! I CANT TAKE IT! PLEASE HELP ! red robe screeched, as Sylver shifted his attention to orange robe.
I DONT WANT TO DIE! PLEASE HELP ! PLEASE! I BEG YOU! HES GOING TO KILL ! PLEASE SAVE ! IT HURTS! orange robe scread, as Sylver adjusted the mans volu until it was about as loud as red robe.
Does this actually work? Ria asked as the two n continued screaming for help.
More often than it should. But if it doesnt, it will at least lower their morale. If anything, it should work better than ever, since they dont know Im a necromancer. But then again, they do seem disciplined enough to leave their comrades for dead, Sylver said, as he summoned 2 wolf shades, and threw the corpses screaming for help onto their backs.
They werent as fast as Ulvic, but that was the point. Sylver wanted blue and purple robe to think they were losing him so that they would slow down a bit to catch their breath.
Although it was unlikely they would do that, since Sylver felt trace amounts of Ki brush against him from ti to ti and had to assu they knew exactly how far behind them he was. He did his best to ddle with their sensory Ki, but aside from suppressing his presence, there wasnt anywhere to hide in this narrow passageway.
For now, all he could do was wait for one of them to feel sorry enough for their comrades to turn around and attack him.
He decided to check his options for [Vigorous Conditioning].
Oddly enough it was almost a repeat of the previous rank up. Sylvers choice was between an increased resistance to darkness-based magic and another 20% decrease to his body weight.
Except this ti there was a 3rd option, that Sylver had to assu was gained because of all the tis he had taken an explosive to the face.
[Skill: Vigorous Conditioning (V) [A]]Skill level can be increased by receiving damage.I Increase resistance against [Positive Energy] by 25%.II Increase resistance against [Physical Damage] by 40%.III Increase Stamina Regeneration by 50%.IV Reduce body weight by 20%.V Increase resistance against [Physical Damage]by 25%.
Sylver, Ria, Mora, and the two corpses begging for their lives, continued running after blue and purple robe, up until the point the stupidly long passageway ended in a dead-end.
Sylver imdiately shut the two corpses up and jumped down to the left side of the closed door. He looked at his ssed up left hand with regret and decided it would be faster to grow himself new muscles than it would be to solve this at puzzle.
As Sylver pressed his finger up against the wall, white smoke started coming out of his left hands sleeve. He ignored his bodys protest and allowed the magic to chew through his flesh, as he made a hole in the wall using a tight beam of abyss magic.
Sylver was left with a bumpy and uneven skeletal arm. He closed it into a fist and opened it a couple of tis, to make sure the magic that held it together didnt have any problems. It did, but as long as it could hold a dagger, and could form a fist, it was good enough.
Ria made short work of the chanism inside the wall, and in re seconds, Sylver was able to successfully force it open using a droplet of [Necrotic Mutilation]. Mora squeezed through the opening and moved Ria over with her, and Sylver materialized next to them on the other side of the door.
The surprised look on blue robes and purple robes faces, who were both sitting in the middle of the empty room, drinking tea, while crying, was almost worth the effort it was going to take to fix all the damage Sylver had accumulated.
While he was disappointed he hadnt been able to trick them into attacking him back there, the cries for help had very clearly had an effect on them.
HEAR OUT! Sylver shouted as he raised both of his hands to show them he was unard.
He coated both of them in darkness, to hide the fact that one hand was missing skin, and for the exact sa reason had a mask on his face.
It was hard to say if this was because Sylver was extra on guard against them, or simple luck, but he felt sothing on his right side. It felt like his hand was caught between two impossibly soft cushions and on instinct more than anything else, he concentrated his mana and attention towards his right side.
The blue robe heir beca blurry, and the next thing Sylver knew, there was a razor-sharp sword trapped in his fist.
In the ti it took a normal person to blink, blue robe twisted his sword in an attempt to pull it out of Sylvers grasp, but all his efforts achieved was dislocating Sylvers wrist.
While he tightened his grip on the blade, he angled his left hand, summoned his ax into it, and tried to push it into blue robes face.
Sylver had him, the edge of the ax head was a hairs breadth away from blue robes eyeball, in another second the ax would be coated in enough [Necrotic Mutilation] to force itself through his skull.
He felt that odd soft pillow sensation again, but it was all around him this ti, and too faint for him to figure out the direction.
Without even realizing it, Sylver lost all connection to his arms, legs, and his outside head, as his indestructible ribcage was pushed out of his body.
Thanks to [Lesser Perception] Sylver got to see the whole thing, as his squashed head and ribcage flew away from his body. Purple robe had his palm in the place Sylvers chest had been a mont prior, and in front of that palm, was a Sylver-shaped hole, in the middle of Sylvers body.
Purple looked as surprised as Sylver felt, as was blue robe.
It was a slightly rectangular hole, and as Sylvers ribcage collided with the wall and bounced off it with an undignified ping sound, he honestly didnt know what to say or do.
As his ribcage flew through the air, Sylver wondered if this was due to the massive difference in level, or if it was simply a bad matchup.
Brute force was one of those things that could only be countered by an equal amount of brute force, but as amazing as Sylvers body was, it didnt stand a chance in a direct confrontation against a cultivator.
Sylver could do little else but wait for enough magic to build up around him to form himself a set of arms and legs. Thankfully, despite the minor setback, Sylver still had the upper hand.
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