Necron: The Legend Of Rezar DeathWind

Chapter 260: The Invitation (V): Ambush



Chapter 260: The Invitation (V): Ambush

Screet found the entire thing annoying, in retrospect he felt it very stupid of the living to continuously try and provoke his master. He didn't for one second believe that this track was just a random attack by off bandits. The sea one they had one was one all too sophisticated and complex for the simple and warlike orcs, not to mention the inclusion of the snow elves more than tipped the odds in their favor, assuming of course they were dealing with normal people. But that was far from the case, after the Rejuvenation, Morte Bianca just ended up having a more solid foundation and some of the brightest minds in existence, and as such they were able to be better prepared for... well almost anything the new world had to throw at them.

Screet took a step back, evading the axe that came for his head, the off holding the axe overextended as Screet stabbed forwards, his staff suddenly growing a massive blade and transforming into a naginata that stabbed straight into the chest of the orc who had been caught off guard thinking he was just about to be hit by a simple staff. He pulled it back and with a flourish swept the legs of a snow elf, however much to his annoyance, the elf seemed to move like a feather as he placed his hand on the snow and kicked out, his steel booted feet smashing into Screet's aligned staff that defended against the strike.

The under had his feet skid backwards, digging furrows into the snow while the snow elf was balanced on top of said snow without even a footprint left behind. Screet focused his gaze, he was no stranger to the peculiarity of the elven races, they were deceptively light, even though they had twice the amount of blood and extra organs in their bodies as opposed to normal people. It was crazy and weird, but that's one thing that the rejuvenation didn't change. Screet looked ahead noticed the convoy proceeding at a steady pace while the flagship jeep he and Kitagawa and ridden in lay overturned on the edge off a precarious drop. They'll catch up with the rest of the convoy, but first things first, they had to deal with this bloody ambush.

"I have to say, the Undead of the bone king are as dangerous as the rumors say they are. But I have to admit I'm a little disappointed." The snow elf said as both his hands grew sabers made from ice. Screet looked at the elf with disdain on his fired out undead skin and said.

"Then it is the your honor and glory that you're not facing just another undead of the Bone King."

"Oh! Is that so? Then if I might ask, who's undead or rather what makes you so damn Special?" the snow elf asked, and all he got in reply was a smile as reddish blue aura blasted off of Screet's body before he opened his mouth to say.

"I Am SCREET! First of Master's Children! Now die!"

His speed experienced and unprecedented boosts, as he appeared in the it of the shocked snow elf in seconds, catching the humanoid off guard as the staff, now Naginata stabbed forwards. The snow elf raised his ice sabers to block against the sudden attack, and to a certain extent it worked. The sabers splintered into a thousand pieces, and from then on the unnatural dexterity and agility of the elven race came into play as the snow elf leaned backwards. His back was bent to the point that any normal person would have had their back broken if they made such a move. But he was fine...to a certain extent at least as the shards of the ice sabers breaking head left hundreds of wounds on his body.

Screet pressed his advantage, bringing his staff now missing it's massive blade down on the head of the Snow Elf. The elf moved to the left hoping to evade Screet's attack, but a black leather tail came out of nowhere and stabbed right through his skull, painting the snow beneath him red and leaving his body bare and defenseless to the bone crushing blow that came from Screet's staff. His body blasted apart, dying the white snow a deeper shade of red as Screet looked up in time to see Kitagawa slicing the two arms and two legs of an orc in one swift motion. The first child of Rezar DeathWind found the scene particularly disturbing and gross, there was no need to prolong your opponents suffering when you could end it in one blow. He was not one for torture.

Screet ignored his partner as he went over to their overturned jeep and flipped it over in one move, and it was from behind the Jeep a giant snake the size of a cow shot out towards him, hoping to swallow him in one fell swoop. Screet didn't have time to panic, in fact it was impossible for him to panic as just like his master, he was incapable of fear. The undead have no need for emotions as they can match on to the rhapsody of death, destruction and decay for a thousand and one years without stopping for even one second. Theirs was a warrior race, built in the service of the one to give them life and purpose. A giant white snake with flecks of blue was still just a snake.

*Bang! *

Screet was the last person anyone expected to use a firearm, but when it came to the protection of his Lord, Master and King, Screet would be willing to do anything. Even use a weapon he knew wasn't too good for him, but then again it worked as the snake was blasted backwards onto the Jeep and both the vehicle and the beast went over the ledge it was standing on to a 35 foot drop that was sure to at least leave them with a few broken ribs. Screet went to the edge, gave a simple look to the broken body of the snake that he suspected was a frost or ice when, then he removed a silver divide from a ouch on his back. Just one pressed in the middle and a small whine filled the air, then he dropped it down the ledge onto the body of the snake, putting a close to that chapter.

*Bloom! *


Tip: You can use left, right, A and D keyboard keys to browse between chapters.