Down a very short hallway was a smashed door which was where the noise was coming from. I was getting a little used to the noise so I walked closer after pulling out my sword. Through the remains of the door was something that would give me nightmares for years to come. There were ripped off limbs all over the place next to bodies stomped into mulch and spread all over the floor. However none of them seemed to belong to the mad guild as all of them had some sort of marking that labeled them as one of the guardsmen like a badge or a torn part of their telltale brown armor. There was no way they killed this many guards without suffering some casualties, but where are the bodies?

I looked towards the sounds and saw the fight. There was a couple groups of about 10 guards each fighting against only 12 culstists, I dont understand how they could be losing. I can even see the woman that interrogated me, she is heavilly wounded but still holding her own with a couple cultists throwing spells at her. She was weilding a two handed axe with precision and strength that I did not expect from someone like her. Her own men were giving her a wide berth as she swung her axe around cleaving one of the cultists in half. A cultist to her left threw a electric bolt at her before she could recover from her swing. She reacted by blocking it with her arm, I thought that was stupid and she would still get shocked but the spell bounced off her armor and flew straight back into the face of the cultist that threw it. Liquifying his face and causing him to spasm horrifically into his comrades, spreading his melting face onto their robes as he fell. Her armor was enchanted, which made sense considering they were fighting a guild of crazy spell slingers. At a closer look all of the guards wore enchanted armor, I guess it couldnt stop the crushing power of that demon that is currently smashing through their ranks without care. It was obvious that they were losing, I told them about the giant demon yet they didnt bring anyone or anything that could stand up to it. I ran into the fray to help them out, getting my hand ready to dish out some divinity charged flames.

I stayed away from the big ass demon as it would crush me flat in a moment and I dont know its weakness yet. I rammed my sword into the back of a distracted cultist, twisting it until I crushed his heart and then ripping my sword back out adding his blood to what was already on the floor. But instead of falling over he just turned around and threw a punch at my head, I blocked it with my sword but the strength behind the punch was unnatual and threw me back a couple feet making me land on my ass. The cultist didnt stop there though and sped off after me, launching himself onto me and clawing at my face. I got my feet onto his chest and shoved as hard as I could, launching him off. He made a disgusting cracking sound when he landed but he just got right back up, his head hanging on his head at a weird angle. These guys were fucking undead! no wonder they just keep getting back up no matter how much damage they absorb. Even though his head was barely hanging onto his head he was still coming after me. I got off my ass just in time to dodge a punch aimed at my chest. I slid to the side and swung my sword up severing his arm, letting it fall onto the floor. The cultist responding by simply using his other arm to try and grab me, I heard him chanting spells so I cut off this arm as well and shoved my sword down his throat. Stopping his chanting and leaving him nothing but a torso and legs.

Which unfortunately still didnt stop him as he was still trying to claw at me with weird hand claws on his feet. I Pointed my right hand at it and set the intensity to maximum. Frying what shouldve been a corpse and causing a high pitched screetch to emit from it as it turned to ash. These guys were obviously not human anymore but this goes way past being normal undead. This is like they forcefully bound themselves to their flesh, something incredibly stupid. This means that no matter what happens to their bodies, they will not die. They can be chopped up, smashed and even diced but they will still be alive and feeling everything. The only thing that would actually be able to destroy them would be flames or to turn them into a paste and use them as fertilizer. But luckily I have plenty of fire to kill them with. Plus I could just chop them up so they cant attack or chant spells anymore.

I snuck up behind a cultist that was currently laughing while smashing a guard into the ground repeatedly. I cut off his head from just above his lower jaw and while he was disoriented from his vision being shifted from his body, I got in front of him and sliced off his arms. I set his robe on fire and then moved in to help the guard. I grabbed his armor and pulled him out of the way of the other soldiers. His body was almost completely broken with bones sticking out in awkward places. In places his armor was torn and some of it was piercing his own skin pulling on his wounds with every movement. I couldnt really do much for a man this broken but I did what I could. I bound his wounds with a medkit I found on a nearby deceased soldier and I injected him with a generous amount of green mana to help with his healing. It most likely wouldnt keep him alive for long though, the man knew this but he thanked me anyway. He pulled out a crossbow and started loading it. I just nodded and continued the fight.