Necron: The Legend Of Rezar DeathWind

Chapter 191: Death From The Deep 2

The mist that served as a barrier for Necron was the same one Rezar had come in contact with at the Honoka village, it was basically a one-way mirror with the people in town being able to see the outside, but those outside were completely incapable of catching a glimpse of what lay within. Now the people on the ships could just as easily not care too much and take the risk to launch an attack, but apart from not knowing what was lying in wait for them, the Necrotic ants have been busy. They chewed holes in the ship, attacked the sailors and fighters at night, ripped their sails and even sheared the masts in half in well-timed and organized attacks.

Such cooperation without himself to give them orders shocked Rezar, at least until he learnt the dungeon core had leveled up while he was away and spawned a queen for the ants and an Alpha for the wolves, and a hobgoblin for the white goblins that for all intents and purposes have become the Janitors for the town, they were also a lot smaller than the norm, just being about fifteen inches tall, right about the normal size of garden gnome if not a little bit taller. But none the less, even with the lack of skills, there was a connection to these creatures that Rezar could feel to depth of his soul, it was like one massive connection spreading from his undead to the creatures spawned by the dungeon Core, to Gynaika and the vampires she made in secret, and now to his people.

Maybe it was a little too farfetched to say that he could feel each and every single one of them, but that was actually the gospel truth. It was not as if he knew what they were thinking or he could control their minds or something, but from the moment that oath was made, the oath that his people were now calling the Creed of Morte Bianca. Whatever that did, it sorts of made him have an awareness of his subjects, so he knew exactly who was happy or not or who was distressed as long as they were within his territory.

It was quite a nifty ability, and he was sure this wouldn't be going away once the update was complete, rather it was because of the update that such an ability came into being. And if it could be properly utilized, then Morte Bianca would be quite formidable, not just for himself, but people in certain situations of power would be able to make changes and certain actions based on what a subject was feeling, and it was especially effective for when said Subject was in trouble and needed help. They would be able to help in time, it was an alarm based on feelings, a veritable 911 hotlines that was always on and connected to the right channels and the closest person that can help.

Rezar narrowed his eyes as he came to the opening of a sewage pipe, at the moment he was underground with about three hundred orcs and a hundred other fighters from different races that could use the breathing apparatus Alistair and the Muriel elves had struggled to build in the last few days. It was fitted snugly on all of their face, and the sewage pipe they were in fed into an aqueduct with a secret tunnel that led straight to the sea. Rezar looked down 30 feet to notice a giant turbine spinning really quickly, there were glowing glass tubes meters long and wide fed directly into the water and a bunch of engines and pipes going in and out of the walls. This was an individual plant that directly fed power to the walls of the town, giving power to the Sentry towers.

"We have to go in between the blades of the turbine, Alistair says he's only stopping the turbine for as long and 10 minutes, so we all need to be through it by then. Are you guys ready?" Rezar asked as he shifted his gaze to a grinning Lenore besides him who raised her mask up to her face as an answer and then gave him a well flourished bow. Screet was one armed so he wasn't here, but Brutus would be leading the undead from another direction so that they would be able to attack the enemy from three different directions. Kitagawa who wasn't here would be leading a frontal attack with Priest following behind as support.

There was a loud hum and a low pitched whine as the spinning Turbine began to slow, Rezar turned to the people following behind him and raised his arms as a signal before moving to the edge. He didn't have to wait long for the turbine to slow to a stop, but Rezar was not Rezar if he didn't try to show off a little. He took a leap, the wind rushing past his ears as his body fell in a well performed dive towards the still spinning blades of the turbine. A lot of people had rushed forwards to see whether or not their king had been ripped to shreds, but he passed through so easily with the blades all barely missing his body and earning him a hail from the followers above. He couldn't hear what they said or how they cheered because he was currently underwater, but they all happily followed their King, but not after waiting a few more seconds for the blades of the turbine to slow down even more. And then as Rezar waited for them in a dark cave with a tunnel that led out to sea, they all jumped in.

Rezar inclined his head and then began to swim towards the open sea, going through a tunnel that was smooth to the touch, they slowly swam with the fishes, relying on the cover of darkness, and the cover of the sea itself to move closer to the enemies on the sea. So far they were all off to a good start, and Rezar knew that by the time this was over, there would be an ocean of blood instead of water.