Chapter 454
At that moment, Xia'er’s pupils resembled a black honeycomb, the crystals within transforming into dark purple ice shards, which then corroded into dark green bones, cycling endlessly, as if they were breathing.
When—
The crystal vial slipped from Xia'er’s hand, rolling across the ground before tumbling down the spiral staircase, finally shattering with a crisp "crack" below.
Xia'er gently closed her eyes, feeling the whispers in her mind, a slow smile creeping onto her lips.
She opened her eyes again, gazing down at the chaos and flames below.
This time... digesting the third-tier plague was far easier than digesting the second-tier plague messenger before.
Because this time, Xia'er had executed the replication ritual exceptionally well... and the ongoing ritual continued to assist her in digesting the remaining potions and whispers.
“What a pity... these pathogens only resonate with me, and after forming a cluster to invade the flesh, they seem to have developed some cognitive ability, but they can’t be commanded... However, with the help of a ‘queen bee,’ there’s room for further development of these pathogens...”
Xia'er instinctively began to contemplate ways to optimize the pathogens, but soon, she quelled the urge to continue her research.
There were more pressing matters at hand.
She had already noticed a troop gathering not far away, and most of their gazes were directed toward her.
Have they finally caught on?
The Order of the God of Order and the Church of the Goddess of Salvation could block the echoes of sound detection, but it seemed they had quickly locked onto her location... because from their vantage point, even without using sound detection, they could see where Xia'er was.
But this was intentional on Xia'er’s part.
She needed to buy time, allowing the infected to spread their contagion to as many people as possible.
As for herself, she aimed to infect or kill more extraordinary beings in the remaining time.
As long as she killed enough, even if she died before reaching the 24-hour mark, the points she would earn would far exceed any previous simulation.
Because this time, she had truly killed these people with her own hands.
...Though she would need to give Adele some assistance.
“Lord Xia'er, they’ve split their forces and are heading our way,” Eleanor warned, noticing the approaching troops in the distance.
The sound of the strongman was certainly anxious, eager to find the “poisoner.” He seemed to be leading an elite squad directly to the Church of the Goddess of Salvation to hold them accountable.
Meanwhile, the Order of the God of Order had not sent any troops, indicating that the strongman had likely already scouted that area and possibly learned something.
“Do you need me to hold them off, Lady Xia'er?”
“No need.”
Percy’s voice chimed in, but Xia'er dismissed it outright.
Stealing kills?
Xia'er wouldn’t agree to that.
“Just let me survive.”
As she spoke, Xia'er took a step forward, half of her left foot hanging off the edge.
Then, seemingly unconcerned about the void beneath her, she stepped down.
Her body leaned forward, plummeting from the spire.
Just as she was about to crash to the ground and become a splatter of flesh, shadows from the building swiftly gathered below her, countless dark and white figures lifting the free-falling Xia'er gently to the ground.
Feeling the solid ground beneath her shoes, Xia'er looked up at the perimeter of the Archbishop’s residence and stepped outside.
The black iron railings at the entrance were already entwined with terrifying mycelium, resembling blood-red vines hanging from the bars.
As Xia'er approached, the blood-colored mycelium began to tighten slowly, like bundles of muscle, pulling the black iron gate open to reveal the stone floor outside, covered with a scarlet fungal carpet.
With each step Xia'er took, the fungal carpet would tear open a perfectly sized gap beneath her feet, preventing her from stepping directly onto it.
The writhing slime molds clustered around Xia'er, and even the surrounding monsters were drawn to her, tentatively following her side.
Not far ahead on the main road, a group of knights and musicians were battling the terrifying monsters surrounding the slayers, using molten iron to carve a path forward, steadily advancing toward her.
Until the captain of the Queen’s Sword knight squad, after delivering the final blow to a monster with her shield, turned to look in Xia'er’s direction. The moment their eyes met, she felt a chill as if she had plunged into an ice cellar.
The others gradually halted their actions, all gazing at the girl surrounded by terrifying monsters not far down the road.
Her hunter-like gaze, as if she were a natural enemy, triggered their instinctual alarms almost simultaneously.
It’s over.
The captain swallowed hard.
She couldn’t help but think.
They had chosen the right path.
But... it seemed they were heading toward a dead end.
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Chapter 241: The Incontinence of Little Tara (8158 words)
Swish—
After slicing through a charging monster, a knight wielding a massive sword turned to the captain and said, “Captain... what should we do?”
Hearing her team member’s question, the captain tightened her grip on her war hammer, taking a deep breath. “Don’t be afraid... she’s only tier three, and she’s alone... don’t look her in the eyes!”
“Eleven against one, we have the advantage... even against a tier four, we can hold out until reinforcements arrive!”
The captain, true to her role, despite feeling an inescapable fear, maintained enough composure to stabilize her subordinates’ thoughts. She was clearly a seasoned veteran.
“She is the ‘Source of Cholera,’ we must not approach!”
“Close ranks! Protect the musicians! Musicians, it’s up to you!”
“She won’t dare come near us! Form up!”
She quickly assigned tasks, and the strong discipline from their long training caused the previously scattered team to coalesce into a unit, with four royal musicians protected at the center.
Meanwhile, standing in front of the Archbishop’s residence, Xia'er looked at the tightly formed ironclad formation and felt it was somewhat tricky.
So they don’t plan to advance... they intend to wear me down from a distance?
A clever choice...
Xia'er had only recently ascended to the “Source of Cholera.”
Generally, extraordinary beings who reach the “Source of Cholera” have accumulated their own unique combat potions and toxic combinations from tier one to the present.
In situations of information disparity, they can take down several opponents unexpectedly, leading the enemy around by the nose with various toxins, disrupting the rhythm of battle.
But Xia'er lacked such an accumulation; in fact, throughout the simulations, she had only developed one “Crimson Pathogen,” with no other supporting methods.
As Xia'er pondered, a tearing sound of music erupted from the ironclad formation, an invisible sound wave slicing through the rain curtain, shooting toward her.
The speed was so fast it was nearly impossible to see, but fortunately, as it entered Xia'er’s 15-meter range, her mind predicted the trajectory of the sound wave.
The rain allowed Xia'er to clearly perceive the “shape” of the sound wave, preventing her from being completely defenseless against this invisible attack, as she had been when facing the strongman.
Xia'er merely tilted her body slightly, and the shrieking sound wave tore through the rain curtain beside her, several strands of her red hair, lifted by her movement, were shredded, the ends emitting a burnt smell.
I can’t fight them like this... when those four musicians attack simultaneously, no matter how quick my reflexes are, I can’t dodge every sound wave attack.
Not to mention, they can not only create such sound waves but also have a larger sound wave barrier, a capability Xia'er had witnessed with the strongman.
Before the next sound wave attack arrived, Xia'er made her move.
She raised both hands, as if to embrace something.
The mycelium clinging to the monsters behind her was swiftly drawn from their bodies, surging toward Xia'er’s arms, directly adhering to them.
The thin fabric of her sleeves was torn apart, and her once fair and delicate arms were now covered in a layer of crimson slime, resembling a pair of mutated hands.
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