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Revenge of the sorcerer King 35
🕑 Added 2019-11-13 13:01:00 +0000 UTC
Chapter 35
Alessa
“Something feels a little lacking,” I said looking Saruis over. I felt like I wanted something more than a servant.
“You could make him a vampire. He would still be bond to follow your every order,” Helena said from next to me. “He would gain quite a bit of power, retain most of his free-will, but he couldn’t betray you.”
“Maybe you should wait. He probably wouldn’t have your sunlight resistance. And unless the race as a whole has changed, he’ll be blood crazed for several weeks before he’ll be useful,” Oberon said moving next to us.
“It’ll be fine. We have plenty of blood around us, and as a Pureblood, unless the person has an extremely fragile mind, anyone she changes will have a fair amount of control over themselves after the initial bloodlust from rebirth,” Helena explained.
“If you think it will be alright, I won’t raise anymore concerns. Two vampires are already deadly enough. I don’t mind a few more,” Oberon said with a handwave.
“What do I do?” I asked Helena.
“Feed him a drop of your blood,” she replied.
“Is that it?” I asked a bit spectical.
“Yeah. We aren’t that complicated a race,” she said with a chuckle.
I took my thumb and used a fang to break the skin. A drop of blood welled to the top spot. I held my thumb over Saruis and the drop fell. Nothing appeared to happen for a moment then Saruis screamed while grabbing his neck. He fell backward and rolled as he struggled against something inside him.
“It burns!” he shouted. He pounded his fist into the ground which soon began to form a crater from the impacts. I backed away as I didn’t feel like being covered in dirt. Helena gave him a swift kick sending him tumbling a few meters. The impact or the pain from the impact seemed to distract him for a moment but he soon returned to his frenzied state.
“A pity. He was too weak to accept the change,” Helena said shaking her head.
“What do I need to do?” I asked with a frown. I didn’t like the idea of the first person I chose becoming some monster. It made me feel like I’d failed.
Before she could reply, Saruis leapt up and shot towards Oberon. I guess even in pain fueled madness, rage at the person who’d brought you low could still bleed through. Saruis moved so fast even I had a hard time tracking him with my eyes. I thought he was going to get the jump on Oberon but just as he would have collided with him, Oberon spun around bringing his fist even with Saruis’s face. There was an almost visible shockwave, as Saruis was thrown back.
“I… Will… Not… Be… Tossed… Around… Again…” Oberon said accompanying each word with a punch to Saruis’s face. “Be it werewolves, ancient undead, or an upstart vampire that wants a chew toy.” He finished with a final stomp that cratered Saruis into the ground.
“Did you… did you kill him?” I asked moving over to the hole. I saw that most of Saruis’s chest was partially caved in. He was still breathing, which was amazing in its own right.
“No. I think I found a way to get a vampire over the blood frenzy,” Oberon said wiping his gauntlets off with a piece of cloth he got somewhere. He tossed it onto the prone Saruis then started walking over to a nearby pile of corpses. “Ted! Let’s make some undead.”
“Coming!” Ted yelled with a bit of fear leaking into his voice.
“Get your new toy out of the hole,” Helena said pointing at Saruis.
“Right.” I jumped down into the two meterish deep hole. I not too gently grabbed hold of Saruis’s coat and pulled him up as I jumped out of the hole.
“Huh? Where… am I? Why… Why does… my chest hurt… so much?” Saruis asked then actually looked down at himself. His eyes widen when he saw his caved in chest. “That’s not good.”
“Already recovering. That’s pretty remarkable for a newborn,” Helena commented.
“I felt… something started to take me over. Then nothing,” Saruis said. His complexion was improiving by the second. I could almost see his chest repairing itself right in front of me.
“You can thank Oberon for that. You tried to take a bite that you couldn’t afford to buy just yet. Gave you a nice beat down,” I said patting his shoulder.
Saruis finally recovered to the point that he was able to sit up. He tested his body and appeared pleased with the result. I noticed he touched his neck a few times and he twitched seemingly at random.
“Go drink some blood. Your frenzy was only delayed. We can’t have you slipping down that rabbit hole,” I said glancing over at Helena, she nodded at the theory. I didn’t know how he chose, but Sarius made his way over to a group of corpses. I felt him alone and turned to Helena. “You looked disappointed that you didn’t get in on the fight.”
“I’ve killed enough people to fill a city, girl. I can go a few years let alone a few hours without killing something,” Helena said while slamming her shield into the ground then leaning on it. She pulled something from her shadow dimension then popped it into her mouth.
“Is that… candy?” I asked looking at the sack in her hand.
“Yep,” she said then popped another pebble shaped object and crunching down on it.
“Can… can I have one?”
Helena tossed one at me almost too fast for me to see. My desire to try some candy fueled me and I managed to grab it in my mouth.
“Good catch,” Helena said with a snicker.
Oberon
I watched as Ted poured mana into the body that was laid out in front of us. Since he was able to draw the runes correctly the first time without having to erase them once. A few seconds later, the body twitched much faster than the first one he did an hour ago.
I pointed my palm at one of the corpses and channeled my summon undead spell that was in my mind. There was a surge of nercomatic mana and the corpse exploded and the skeleton of the man pulled itself out. It stood and waited for my orders.
“What language was that?” Ted asked.
“Huh?” I asked surprised. It had sounded like the language of magic to my ears. It was the magic that was used to communicate all your desires to magic. According to the gods, it was a language even older than them, though they would rather not admit it. Everyone was able to learn this language with enough effort.
“Asethic. Please for the love of the gods, don’t tell me that’s changed as well,” I said grabbing my forehead.
“When I use my magic, I vaguely know what I have access to, based on my level,” Ted said. “That’s the first time I’ve ever heard something like that.”
“Just fucking great,” I said. “No wonder this world hasn’t advanced since my death. I probably have this hero from another world to thank.”
“I don’t know about that. Certainly not in my time. I’ve never heard before,” Ted said shrugging.
“Well, Let’s make a few more undead. I have a plan for when we reach Frinz to get away without drawing too much attention to ourselves,” I said pointing my palm at another corpse. It exploded with a spray of gore and the skeleton emerged.
“Can you make zombies?”
“Let’s see,” I said. I pointed at another corpse only this time, I actually concentrated on the type of undead. There was a green stream of mana from my hand to the corpse. It took a few seconds, but the flow soon cut off when I felt the body couldn’t accept anymore mana. When I formed a fist cutting off the mana, the body twitched violently as it struggled to get up.
“Show off,” Ted said with a chuckle.
“Let’s get to work,” I said.
I stuck to making skeletons, as they were more versatile in my opinion. I wanted to change all of the bandits to undead and use them as a distraction when we left Frinz. It sounded like people from my family made a nice trophy, and someone was bound to notice her missing. When we had a hundred strong undead, roughly seventy-thirty between me and Ted, we used the rest of the undead to make weapons for the small army.
“Now what?” Ted asked.
“Now we head to Frinz for some sightseeing,” I said slapping his back.
