The Harshest of reality of the middle ages torture that even in the modern era was Cruel pestilence and Disease, a sort of plague having torn through Crop fields in recent Day.
Suspected to be a foul play, yet never brought to his attention until recently because of the shortage of food forcing the hand of most nobles with a direct order for all supply exports as of recent.
this Plague having a source but no defined ground zero, only promoting the aspect of it being Foul Play as even the most difficult plagues to Trace down have an easily discovered source.
his medical field relatively behind but not preposterously low, considering it ages ahead of everybody else, especially with the Nerve Link prosthetics that adapt to the user's body.
Though Expensive it a permanent prosthetic metallic and customizable, the biggest export of his medical field, crafted using the vines produce by his main body.
the vine is cut into thin nerve strips, and attach throughout prosthetics before being click into place and attaching to already existing nerves of what's left.
another great sell being the inflamación nigromántica branch of drug he supplies specialized in reducing serious symptoms and sometime rush nuking bacterial and parasites alike.
Another cause is Necromatic entries that can create inflammation and craft habitats for Parasites. that the main reason is necromantic inflammation is so popular that just the branch name.
Its technical identity an Anti Incursion that limits the reproductive capacity of a pathogen within the System to allow the immune system to finish them off on their own,
he views the sheets of Paper Recollecting the Event "Fungi no this is a None flowering Plant it like a viral pack of Moss like substance with exceptional resilience and nutritional Absorption it definitely not mean to be around here,"
he ponder "it supposedly withers the plant by eating its nutrient and root around the Plant Stalk." he gather much intelligence on it.
"it's a vitality theft non-flowering plant. Are you fucking? Joking. This screams necromancer, or bio-engineer, why not both.."
He shakes his head. "honestly this is probably viper-corpus doing too since they want to get a hold of the Illusiora, he stands up from the Desk. "I'm gonna go handle this myself."
He tells the butler to inform everyone he'll be out for a while, heading to leave, he exit the building summoning out Leif; he jumps atop the arch dragon of flame. Tearing into the Air he instantly begins to traverse the skies.
Folding his arms, he gaze upon the empty sky, activating a gauntlet he start to type Furies erupt into the air. One avenger with them, they form a triangle formation flying equal to Leif,
The Avenger under them, Leif overpowering in the air as he disperse them, rapidly approaching the withering field. Leif Smash down onto them.
Growling with sheer arrogant and hatred. Octavius gets off Leif, and lands on the ground as he kneels, observing the soil, a gateway open behind him.
"hello Malik." he Gaze at the ground. Seeing him study the soil, he thinks, "Did you detect Necromatic energies?" he shakes his skeletal head. "Not from here, however, that plant there."
Pointing directly at the Moss, "even if it's Minimal it still presence essence melding a fairly advanced Necromancer though nothing compared to myself"
He gazes at the Lich. "To be fair, when I help you rank up and you bound yourself to me as a contractor. You went up to the level of Lich King even above Arch-lich in power but not title."
Swearing to see a smile adorning the skeletal face. "Indeed, I did to enough of a point to handle myself as an army, though this one seems to be more akin to a flesh crafter disgusting."
He sighs. "Alright, we should start the alchemic work on this to identify it and find a cure for it." Malik responds, "hmm it might be more beneficial to also Weaponise it for later in case of an all out war."
Octavius looks over the moss before responding. "I have something to secure before I even begin to think about war against the Zenit empire."
he get up "even you are at most barely Sun level with all your statistic up I'm only at lower high Section Waxing Gibbous for Power in the King is full sun and the pope half a star the highest was virtual God or more or less new God the King is suspect to advance to the stage of Demigod From full star."
the moss taken from the Plant, as he reviews the entire prospect, he peers at it "definitely what I expected, A Non-flowing vitality draining plant."
Malik nods at him, holding on himself. "Very rich in it too." he drains the Moss entirely withering it to Dust, As he lifts his hand the ground Crackles raising Corpse As skeletons and other rise from underneath a horde of corpses.
he calibrates the array system, the Avenger Dart overhead at a machs pace, taking lots of sample from the moss similarly Malik draining much of the one he doesn't take.
"Would you like me to silence that foul fleshcrafter." Octavius responds, "hmm Avenger deal with it." the enormous plane tear over head slowing down below speed it converge transforming into an immense titan chassis,
A large red blade piercing the ground as it gets off its knee humanoid in its entirety, its wings folded up behind it in the form of a cresting armament.
more armour adorning the white titan, as it stands cracking the blade, from the ground the mechanical Clank as it stomps towards the source Undead go with the avenger.
It's Armament far beyond the medieval setting, he summoned them in reaching the section thruster flicker on the back of the Avenger used to Dash around.
it's wrist holding a Gatling cannon as it approaches the corpses rushing forward themself, Octavius moves towards Leif, the tree cleaved down.
The avenger dashes backwards as a colossal skeleton appears. "oh A Skeleton colossal." it punch towards the Avenger, avoiding it the red blade cleaves upwards. "Surprising" Malik murmurs