Chapter 957: Plague Lord, You Oppose Me, Courting Death! |
As the Plague Maiden shrieked, black clouds like a wall pressed straight ahead.
The warriors nervously pressed down on the masks on their faces. Some tried to tighten their furs, others pulled their hoods down further, and some, gritting their teeth, cut a piece of fur from the hem of their clothes to cover their mouths and noses with an additional layer...
Garrett silently added a bubble spell for himself, then layered on a mage armor outside the bubble spell. Feeling it was still unreliable, he added a wind wall. No matter what kind of plague wind it was, as long as it couldn't touch him, it couldn't make him sick!
After finishing his preparations, he turned his head and saw that a ring of flames already surrounded Cirilla. The flames burned with a golden-red hue, making her look like a giant light bulb.
"Cirilla! Don't make yourself so conspicuous!"
Garrett shouted nervously. The Silver Dragon Maiden waved her hand indifferently:
"I'm going to burn them all! Those bugs, those... I don't want any of them touching me! Not at all!"
Garrett sighed and said no more. No Silver Dragon liked to be unclean. Those cursed things not only couldn't touch her, but even being close made her uncomfortable. As for the large number of bugs rushing in, what if the ring of fire was broken?
What a joke! The magical power of a Silver Dragon was hundreds or thousands of times his own! If he could withstand it, Cirilla would definitely be fine!
The continuous blue-black light shot upwards, directly colliding with the black clouds blown by the Plague Maiden. With a loud boom, Garrett wobbled on the bull's back and saw the black clouds being uprooted and blown into the sky, darkening the entire sky!
"Good!"
"Well done!"
"White Horn King! White Horn King! White Horn King!"
"Moo——"
The warriors cheered incessantly. The black clouds were blown up, shattered, and scattered into the sky, gradually thinning under the sunlight. When they fell again, they were weak and sparse, easily shaken off by the strong wild bulls.
"This Plague Maiden doesn't seem that strong?"
Cirilla breathed a sigh of relief, commenting softly through the mind link. Garrett, however, looked serious:
"Don't rush to conclusions. This is just the first round... Any deity that can make the White Horn King take up arms won't be that weak!"
"I know! It's not like I didn't see it!"
In the view of the Detection Spell, the light emanating from the Plague Maiden was brighter than that of the White Horn King by a whole level. It required this King Bull and his descendants, along with the strong warriors of various tribes, to deal with her.
And this was already the weakened result?
The shrieks continued as black clouds and blue light clashed incessantly. The White Horn King led its descendants, charging left and right in the black clouds, repeatedly tearing through the black mist;
The warriors from various tribes accompanied the wild bulls, wielding axes, hammers, and clubs, all kinds of weapons, the wind howling around them as they shattered the fine black mist;
The weaker warriors formed formations, waving weapons and torches, fighting against flies, mosquitoes, and rats. The shamans ceaselessly played music and danced, driving the power of the totem spirits to continuously bless their clansmen...
The black clouds rolled and the battle cries shook the heavens. After tearing through seven or eight waves, the Plague Maiden suddenly dissolved her form, plunging downwards. Her gaunt form, like a Dementor, transformed into a mass of black clouds, pressing heavily over the battlefield.
Thud, thud, thud...
On the bulls' backs, beside the wild bulls, warriors kept falling. Clutching their chests, grabbing their throats, rolling on the ground, gradually becoming motionless... Some wild bulls stumbled and fell as they ran.
The red light around Cirilla flared brightly, fiercely burning, creating a five or six meter wide space around her. Even the bulls below were protected, and Garrett could hear the excited cries of the bull amidst the chaos.
Such a conspicuous mark quickly attracted the black clouds, which gathered layer upon layer around the Silver Dragon Maiden. However, the ring of fire remained unyielding, and even from ten meters away, Garrett could see the golden-red glow within the black clouds.
The White Horn King desperately rushed back. Giant phantom images of red hawks and wild bulls also appeared in the sky above the battlefield, flapping wings, tearing with claws, stomping with hooves, and ramming with horns, striving to tear apart the black clouds.
Suddenly, the black mist withdrew, returning to the form of a Dementor, the Plague Maiden's shrill voice echoing across the battlefield:
"Why so few! Why! Why! Why——"
Few? Garrett looked around in confusion. Quite a few warriors had already been felled by the plague, and there were figures rolling everywhere along the battle line, in the charging formations. As for the wild bulls, he saw more than a dozen fallen...
However, the White Horn King's deep bellow soon spread across the field. Garrett quickly activated animal communication, catching the full confidence and abundant ridicule in the King's call:
"Plague Maiden! Your power has weakened! My descendants are no longer afraid of you!"
A large group of wild bulls followed with long roars. They lightly shook their heads, along with the gas masks on them. With this protection, they truly did not fall when the black clouds spread!
Instead, more warriors had fallen. Garrett had tried to convince the warriors to wear gas masks, even making a few for them... But the warriors generally found them too uncomfortable, difficult to breathe through, getting breathless after a few swings, and didn't want to wear them!
Garrett couldn't do much about it. The poor breathability of gas masks and the high pressure on the heart and lungs was an issue even modern society hadn't fully solved. Of course, purification arrays could replace activated carbon, but Garrett was not skilled in enchantment, making it too slow...
So in the end, only the White Horn King's descendants enjoyed the benefit of gas masks.
To prevent the Plague Maiden from forcibly multiplying bacteria or fungi to completely block the breathing holes, warriors of the wild bull tribe were specially arranged to ride on the bulls' backs. They interacted more with the wild bulls, making communication easier and understanding their needs—
At this moment, the warriors were lying on the bulls' backs, quickly and deftly changing gas masks for the bulls. They emptied the filters from the used masks, rinsed them inside and out, and replaced the filters, packing them for future use...
Who knew how long this battle would last. The materials provided by the Plague Lord were limited, with each bull having only two gas masks, so they had to be used sparingly!
Damn, why did they reject the Plague Lord's offer back then!
"Yes, Plague Maiden, your power has weakened!"
A loud shout rang out from the other end of the battlefield. A strong black panther, several times larger than a tiger, leapt into the fray, its claws and tail instantly tearing apart a swath of black mist:
"My warriors are also not afraid of you! With the Plague Lord's protection, most of them can stand firm here!"
Proper protection, proper protection. Cover as much skin as possible, cover mouths and noses during the Plague Maiden's major attacks, and close eyes...
Before the battle began, the Plague Lord had personally blessed each warrior. Every warrior's mask exuded the cool scent of holy water, protecting the brave warriors—
As long as they covered their mouths and noses with masks soaked in holy water, the Plague Maiden's power would be minimized! And the precious holy water was even given to each warrior in a small pouch!
Now, many warriors were busy cleaning their masks with holy water, preparing for the next attack. The Panther God looked around, extremely satisfied:
He had even bathed with this holy water!
It was particularly effective! Previously, after fighting the Plague Maiden and rushing through the black mist, his body would itch all over, but now it barely itched at all!
"Plague Lord!"
"Plague Lord!"
"Plague Lord——"
The cheers surged. On the vast battlefield, warriors raised their weapons, cheering and shouting the name of the deity—this new god wielding the power of plague was on their side, protecting them!
"Plague Lord! With me here, who dares to call themselves the Plague Lord!" The Plague Maiden's shrill voice suddenly rose a pitch higher, becoming several degrees sharper. Garrett frowned, quickly setting up another wind barrier around him—
This frequency was almost entering the ultrasonic range, piercing his ears painfully! If he didn't protect himself, he would soon suffer from bloodshot eyes, edema, cell necrosis, vascular constriction, motor neuron paralysis, thrombosis, and other issues!
The Dementor rose higher and higher. The black, faceless visage scanned the battlefield, observing the anomalies everywhere. The White Horn King and its descendants were old rivals she had dealt with for a long time;
The gods of the wild bulls, the black panther, and the red hawk, who protected those useless humans, had also tangled with her for countless days, through countless cycles of warming and cooling;
And those insignificant little deities, if not
protected by the powerful gods, could be crushed by her subordinates...
The Plague Maiden's perception swept across the battlefield, suddenly pausing. In the tightly guarded area among the White Horn King's descendants, there were two blank spots where her power was ineffective—
One was blazing hot, constantly consuming her power. As soon as the black mist approached, it would be incinerated;
The other was quiet and restrained, not harming her power but firmly refusing entry. The Plague Maiden thought for a moment with her germ-filled mind, then angrily plunged towards the latter:
"Plague Lord? You oppose me, courting death!"
"It's you who's courting death!"
A furious shout rose high. Following the shout, a blistering white fireball shot up rapidly towards the Plague Maiden, intercepting her mid-air and exploding:
Boom!!!
The Dementor shook, its black robes almost tearing apart. With the power of a fully grown Silver Dragon, a five-ring fire spell cast with full strength and dual enhancements, how strong could it be?
Even the Plague Maiden suffered a heavy loss, caught off guard. The black mist churned, and various mosquitoes, insects, and strange black clumps fell like rain.
In the next moment, Cirilla soared into the sky, her slender fingers filled with a row of test tubes, launching fireballs like rain:
"You dare attack him! You're the one who should die!"
The black mist constantly shifted. Sometimes it condensed into thick black whips to strike at Cirilla, but she shattered them with fireballs and rings of fire; sometimes it spread out to envelop Cirilla, but her flames surged, burning it away.
The shattered and burned black mist spread across the battlefield, lingering over the warriors and wild bulls, slowly descending. Cirilla had no time to deal with it, and the Plague Maiden seemed to leave it alone as well, whether intentionally or out of inability.
Below the battle circle, Garrett silently gripped a test tube.
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