Necron: The Legend Of Rezar DeathWind

Even if he had the intention to go pay respects, Rezar did not even get the chance to walk into the tunnel when another fire ant jumped out and smashed into his chest, it's massive pincers attempting to shear him in half.

However the leather armor he was wearing was made of sterner stuff, so while he wasn't cut in half, the ant had enough Jaw power to crack his ribs and make breathing s little difficult for him, however it was just a little.

Rezar placed his hands on the head of the fire ant and used another skill. (Siphon) the fire ant quickly released it's pincers from it's spot around Rezar's body, releasing tiny squeals of pain as it attempted to move back, but by then it was too late. It's vibrant red body rapidly turned grey and fired up as fiery globs of light moved out of it's body and straight into Rezar's, giving him a feeling of satisfaction as his cracked ribs were healed almost immediately. What was left behind of the fire ant was nothing more than a grey desiccated carcass that quickly turned to dust.

Paying too much attention to this particular ant had been a mistake, there were three other ants who had made their appearance known as they jumped through the tunnel entrance, and straight at the still relaxed form of Rezar on the ground. Neema's war axe flew shoved his head, with barely two inches worth of space between his body and the incredibly large and powerful weapon.

One of the ant was cleaved in half, it's body being separated from it's head all the way to it's errrr....rear? The swing was a little too powerful and even if Neema had been able to successfully drag the Axe behind all this while, it seemed as if she didn't have enough balance and power to use it, as the axe dragged her along and smashed into the body of another ant.

(Apparition)

Rezar's body turned into a mass of shadows with red eyes as he felt light and tried moving his body to the left. The result was him smacking his head so hard into the cavern wall he began to bless. Needless to say, this was incredibly embarrassing, getting injuries from the usage of your own skill, and all because it was the first time you used it. Rezar tried recalling the details of Apparition as he rubbed his aching bleeding head and watched as Screet pounced on the final fire ant, class slashing everywhere in a fury you wouldn't expect from a mole-man, much less a zombie.

{Apparition: turn yourself partially into a shadow ghost and increase movement speed by 300% for 2 seconds. All damage taken in this form is reduced by 30% costs 7 magic points with a cool down of 2 minutes.}

Frankly speaking this was the only skill of his that had a cool down, the others could be used as many times as possible, as long as his magic points was still a bit high. And it was also one of the few that cost quite a bit, but he couldn't use all the time, so he would recover a bit magic points after every use. Not to mention it left a weird after taste in his mouth, and made him dizzy. There were chittering coming deeper from within the tunnel and the cave beyond that.

The remaining ants were coming to the rescued of their comrades, frankly speaking Rezar didn't expect to fight here for long, this was just a practice test run on his abilities. But he also wanted to see just how much of these things he could resurrect.

Normally the skill Raise Undead should also have a cool down, it would be extremely crazy if someone could keep raising undead as many times as possible. But the thing is, While Elysium might seem like a game in the way things work, it absolutely was not one; it was a virtual world.

So there were just very few skills, amongst the thousands if not millions of them that had cool downs. Besides no one had infinite magic, so you can't per say resurrect an entire city of dead people, even if you're at the level cap of 100, for a particular class. So eventually you would run out of magic in an attempt to resurrect dead beings that would definitely be a lot weaker than they were when alive, Elysium seemed wild, but as usual, there was a balance for everything.

Rezar swung the sword and took a stance, his knees spread apart and the sword pointed in the direction of the tunnel. He could see into it, not as clear, or rather not in the manner that was required.

He noticed heat signatures as his eyes seemed to shift the color spectrum, but he couldn't see that way for long as they began to ache and he had to shift to his normal vision. He would probably be able to use the god sight better when it's at a higher level; However what he saw was definitely not something he could joke with.

(Giant Fire Ant(Soldier): Level 25)

There was no running away for Rezar, he looked at both Screet and Neema, and the worker ant that had been resurrected and zombified by Screet.

Then he turned to face the first soldier ant that had reach him. One and the half meters tall, with a mother two meters long, and about a meter wide. The pincers on their face was about as long as Rezar's arm and seemed even sharper than his sword. But Rezar didn't let that stop him, he made his move.

(Power Strike)

This time he stabbed forward as the tip of the sword developed a grey hue. It sliced into the head of the ant, killing it in one strike, however it's girth and mass was still enough to push Rezar back, his legs dragging on the cave floor. He turned to the side, pulling his sword out as he placed his hand on the head of the soldiers ant.

(Raise Undead)

(Skill successful)

Rezar swiftly turned his sword swung with his right, and slashed at another ant. (Reap) the sword glowed blue, as it sliced through it's head, However, something extremely strange Happened, the sword brought along with it what seemed like the soul of the ant. It was a little surprising to Rezar, but considering the monsters he raised from the dead could level up enough to the point of having personalities of their own as is the case with Neema, then it stands to reason that they also have souls.

(Absorb Soul?)

(Release Soul?)

(Imbue Soul In Equipment?)

(Please note, current Equipment is too low in quality to hold a soul.)

Rezar had to make it a point to read the description of his skills from now on, at the very least this was something he didn't the spire for, he hated being caught off guard like this. He agreed to absorb the soul, just to see what would happen.

(Giant Fire Ant (Soldier) soul has been absorbed, power increased by 10% for 60 seconds!)

It gave him a buff...…that was totally unexpected, and quite frankly amazing. 10% might not seem like much, but it could make all the difference in a fight. Rezar stepped to the left just as the soldier ant he had resurrected blasted last him and into the ranks of it's former comrades, it's pincers wild and out and ready to cause the worst fort of havoc imaginable.

(Raise Undead)

(Skill Successful)

Another giant fire ant soldier joined the tray, as Screet surged forwards and used (Dark Tremor), causing a small earthquake of darkness that blasted the ants that were significantly larger than him backwards. After that, it was just a wild fest of class slashing and used biting, and as the ants died, they quickly rose up again to join the fight evening the numbers on their side as slowly but surely Rezar and his undead advanced deeper into the cave.

Rezar was honestly having too much fun, if there's one thing he's confirmed about himself so far, it's the fact that he had a love for battles. He loved the feeling of his sword slicing through chitin, the feel of magic being used and his spells causing damage to the ranks of his enemies. He loved watching them die, and he loved watching them come back to life again to tear their friends apart. Was he insane, maybe a psychopath with eccentric tendencies..... perhaps.

But that was just on the battlefield, Rezar knew he was always a very a different person when there's not a weapon in hand or in sight. But once he's in a fight, nothing else matters and it boils down to just how fast, he could kill and resurrect his enemies. Just like priest had said to him, this was not an art of war, it was quite simply...…an art of death.