Chapter 975 - Poison Against Poison
The old witch, Guinevere, suddenly paused when she stepped out of the Holy Light Chapel. She turned to look in a particular direction of the city.
“Old hag, what are you dragging your feet for? If we wait any longer, that fire adept will be long gone.” Natagu spoke coldly.
“You two, go ahead! I want to go take a look over there.” The old witch cackled wildly, “I can sense a sweet aura of plague spreading in that direction. The fire adept’s plague pet is over there!”
The serpentine adept hesitated for a moment, but nodded his head in the end, “Splitting up is a good idea as well! You chase after that Spirit of Pestilence, and we will chase after the fire adept. They will be meeting up eventually anyway. It gives us more insurance. Alright, let’s go!”
Natagu casually summoned a twenty-meter long Black Mamba and chased after the dense fire aura in the air with the psionic Benija.
The old witch laughed sinisterly and slowly walked into the darkness of an alleyway, her tall black staff tapping against the ground with every step.
The zombie horde in the city’s northern area was retreating.
Killing any Third Grade required the proper conditions, geography, and a sufficiently large army of fodder. All three were necessary.
Meanwhile, the might of the Spirit of Pestilence itself was nothing in the eyes of the Third Grade poison witch. If it weren’t for her distasteful preference for torturing her enemies, Guinevere would have already struck at the Spirit of Pestilence.
Dammit. It was a poison witch!
“Hello, is something of the matter?” A sweet smile appeared on Remi’s dark green face. He blinked with his pale green eyes and looked at the old witch intently, seemingly full of curiosity.
As he spoke, a cluster of terrifying and tiny plague spores spread into the air, so minuscule they could not be seen with the naked eye. The spores quickly moved toward the witch, like invisible ink.
Two hundred meters was just a matter of six to seven seconds for strange plague spores like these!
“Heheh. Brat, trying to act cute in front of me, are you? Well then, let me show you the might of my poison techniques.” The old witch laughed sinisterly.
Remi’s green eyes saw a similarly invisible cloud of poison mist spread from the witch’s body, quickly colliding with his plague spores.
The two previously invisible poison clouds immediately appeared in midair. They tore at each other, devouring and consuming the other like two fighting beasts, trying their best to corrupt the other into their own.
The two clouds of poison mists were only clashing between Remi and the witch, but as time passed and the winds blew across the air, they started to spread outward until they covered the entire plains.
They bubbled and trembled, corrupting each other, devouring each other.
The poison zombies and wights caught in the mists immediately became the central battlefield where the poisons fought for dominance. Large areas of rot appeared on the body of any zombie that was caught in the fog, despite their tough skin. It was almost as if they had been corroded by acid, revealing their still-fresh flesh beneath the withered skin.
The two clouds of poison mists flew into a frenzy when they sensed the presence of blood and flesh. They surged into the bodies of the zombies, fighting for control in every muscle, nerve, and organ.
Whenever one side obtained an advantage, they quickly spread outward, turning more flesh and bone into their own kind. Black smoke rose from the orifices of the zombies, and their bodies quickly started to rot and decay.
In the blink of an eye, a zombie of apprentice level was reduced to a pile of spotted and corroded bones.
The newly gathered poison mists would join the fray, strengthening the might of their own side.
These poison mists were like the most oil-hungry machines, while the oil they burned was the flesh of any living creature!