Capítulo 1156: Hounded
“Grinkrap, what are you doing with your tongue out like that?”
“Oh, Ur’Gulmn… I thought I tasted living flesh nearby, but it seems like it was a false alert… Perhaps a drift from sowhere else?”
“Mmh, that would make the most sense, livings are not to be brought anywhere nearby… But anyway, I am here to get a box of vials, our business partners are proving obedient, so we are ramping up operations”
“Ah, that’s good to hear, go ahead and take whatever you need”
The putrid zombie casually conversed with the grey-skinned vampire, unaware that he had co very close to discovering an intruder, but now, it was too late, the unwanted visitor had already left
Griar quietly and stealthily exited out of the door leading onto the roof, wary that an undead from earlier would be around to see him, but thankfully, it seed like they had either not left their makeshift room up there, or had already gone down.
The living didn’t hesitate and jumped off, set on paying a visit to the place where that Nosferatu vampire had invaded after crushed a man’s skull against the wall, but in his haste, he didn’t pay attention as a one of such vampires stepped out of the makeshift room, readjusting his sleeves before frowning.
He was the last one present on the roof, and imdiately, he picked up on the small mistake Griar had committed in his swift escape.
The grey-skinned blood-drinker walked to where Griar had just jumped, looking over the edge, he saw no signs of any living, but he crouched down and placed his palm against the ground.
“How curious…”
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Griar quickly arrived at the criminal hideout from before, so ti had passed, and the corpse had been removed, though the bloodstain was still visible.
Without hesitation, he jumped down from the building’s roof, used a spell to turn invisible, and slipped into the building, finding it eerily empty… The vampire had not shown any rcy and only spared a single living in the office at the ti.
Signs of destruction, impacts in the walls and demolished furniture were to be found everywhere, windows had been shattered to pieces, and although the sprays of blood and ghastly remnants of flesh were gone, Griar could still feel the massacre that had taken place here.
The office was currently completely empty though, but by using a wind spell, Griar was able to find a hidden trapdoor concealed beneath a pile of boxes, what lay beneath was also empty, but it had clearly been in use recently.
Rows of tables littered with various vials and bottles as well as other items made from glass, tools everywhere… This place reeked of sweat mixed with a nose-scrunching chemical sll, Griar could feel the hair in his nose shrivelling up from contact with it.
And on one of the tables, a nearly empty pink vial laid.
‘They are making sothing with it, it seems…’
“They are probably adding it to a product they already created themselves, I would assu that the undead are trying to insert the pink substances into sothing that is already sold and spread around in high amounts” said Fallael.
“There seems to be unfinished products over there”
‘Mmh…’ Griar frankly had no idea what he was looking at, on certain tables, there were things that he did not recognise in the least, lumps of grey or greenish matter.
‘Is this supposed to be food or sothing?’ considering the fact that this place was hidden, he assud that this wasn’t exactly sothing that could be advertised about in broad daylight.
He would have to stick around the area for a little longer to figure out where all of this went, and he would also need to find out if there were more of such basents, if he wanted to disrupt the plans of the undeads, then he would need to strike them heavily in a single swoop.
If he ruined this place, it might be a setback, but probably only a minuscule one, they would adapt imdiately, so the first thing Griar did would have to deal a heavy blow, sothing strong enough that would weaken what they had put in place and allow Griar to gain the upperhand, which would let him maintain the undeads in their backfoot and thus, prevent them from progressing.
If they couldn’t progress, they would have to all act, which would spare many livings from eting horrific fates at their hands.
So for now, Griar silently left and climbed back onto the top of a nearby building, readying himself to wait for activity in the area, but barely had he even settled down, that another figure joined him atop the building.
“So that’s what the rat looks like, huh? A soft-skinned living, descended from a foul being who refused the gift of undeath!”
It was a Nosferatu vampire, dressed in a similar way to the one Griar had previously followed through the city, but it was not the sa man, this one looked more wild, there was sothing feral about him that the living imdiately picked up.
“I hear that you have so nifty tricks up your sleeves, let see them!”
The vampire lunged forward, and Griar would have missed the movent entirely had he blinked, with a burst of wind, he moved out of the way, channeling wind mana throughout the entirety of his body to the maximum amount possible without hesitation, but the undead attacked imdiately afterwards.
So unrelenting that the living barely had any window of opportunity.
The vampire fought unpredictably, mostly using his claw-like nails to attack, the air whistled with each of his swings, Griar was barely managing to dodge even though he was wholly focused on doing just that.
Fallael had been correct, there was no way he could defeat a Nosferatu vampire in a fight, so decisively, Griar leapt off the side of the building, decided to run before the vampire felt inspired to try any harder than he currently was.
If there was any saving grace to the Spearheads, it was that they enjoyed playing with their food far too much… Were this a Nosferatu vampire from any other caste, the odds would be that Griar would already be dead.
The living did not hold back in the least, casting movent spells after movent spells, stacking them with as much mana as was possible, darting in between buildings, basically flinging himself around as the vampire gave chase, leaping from buildings to buildings, and running alongside walls.
“Oh”
A wall of compressed winds surged right at the undead, spanning over the entire width of the street.
The corpse didn’t stop, and instead accelerated, striking the barrier of raging winds with his fist, after a re mont, the spell was forcefully dispelled by the sheer strength of the attack.
Still, the vampire looked disappointed.
‘I lost him’ he thought, trying to use his enhanced sense of sll to catch the living’s trail, but it seed like Griar had used a spell to send his sll all over the place before disappearing to who knows where.
‘Good at running, are we?’ the corpse clicked his tongue, and soon left the area.
In truth, Griar hadn’t truly escaped, nor had he hid away.
After spreading his sll and mana signature over a wide area to confuse the undead, he took a sharp turn behind a building, and returned to the Peaceful Realm, going out of the reach of the vampire.
This was why the corpse had left so quickly, his instincts as a hunter told him that his prey was gone and that he wouldn’t be able to catch up, leading him to assu that Griar had used that short window of opportunity to use a much stronger movent spell and go far away.
“This hurts like hell…” Griar took off his shirt, revealing four cuts across his chest, the vampire had managed to hit him in the earlier exchange, and although the slashes were not deep, they were incredibly painful and wouldn’t stop bleeding.
“As expected, vampires are adept at making their targets bleed profusely” comnted Fallael, who was coiled around a tree.
Griar began applying healing to the wounds.
“Just how many of those Nosferatu vampires are there? Shouldn’t powerful people be rare?”
“The Undead Empire does not abide by the rule of common sense, there are countless undeads as strong, and stronger than the one you just faced… They are an unshakable monolith, which is why we only face them in realms they do not control”
“If we attempt to fight them within their own domain, we wouldn’t stand even the faintest chance”
“To be frank, Fallael, it doesn’t seem like we exactly stand more of a chance in the current circumstances… I’m the only one who can really stay in another realm without being ejected eventually, and I’m way too weak to contend with genuine undeads”
The serpent did not say anything in response to this.
“I need to get stronger, sohow…”
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