Neferata stared at the monsters in the shadows with a charming smile. The movements of the corrupted creatures immediately became stiff and then stagnant, as if they were imprisoned by something and remained motionless. ap.
"It's good to be able to control it."
Alkadiza breathed a sigh of relief, leaving these people alive and at least leaving a hope.
He turned to look at the Grand Vizier showing his ugly face and asked.
"Are these conditions on the body really irreversible? What if we remove these new dirty structures?"
"I've tried both the methods you mentioned and the methods you didn't mention. If it's hopeless, it's hopeless."
As he spoke, Wosolun's bellows-like voice became more and more sinister.
"Unless you want to tolerate Chaos, or are you ready to convert to Chaos?"
Alkadiza pursed the shiny lips on her dark face and said nothing.
He knew that this was the Grand Vizier expressing his dissatisfaction. If venting could make the other party's dissatisfaction dissipate, then vent it.
Anyway, according to the current situation, the situation can be controlled.
From what we have seen before, the combat power of the Black Agents is overwhelmingly powerful to the Corruptors, so there should be no chance of anything going wrong.
The infantry's spear phalanx continued to advance along with the Ukrainian special forces and the lords.
Neferata's trusted general, General Ankart, who was originally intended to support the infantry flanks with light infantry and the Midnight Nobles, was assigned the task of guarding the tightly bound Corruptors.
However, those infantrymen were just holding back the formation.
Due to Wosolun's request, all mortals are not allowed to approach the Corruptor within five meters at will, and are only allowed to carry weapons and guard outside the range.
All personal vigilance is given to the vampires.
The Grand Vizier looked behind him warily. Having witnessed dozens of corruption incidents in just a few days, he no longer dared to underestimate the so-called power of chaos.
But as time went by, there was no problem at the rear, but instead there was a new situation at the front.
There was another sound of increasingly dense footsteps, accompanied by a stench. The source of the stench was obviously what we had seen before, an area of fine moss appearing in the sand.
The resonance caused by the footsteps almost made the earth tremble, which meant that the number of corrupted people far exceeded those before.
Pale palms held the dark arms.
"I can't control too much, even with my maid..."
Neferata suddenly stopped speaking, and after a long time, she spoke softly.
"Naema, it's impossible."
That damn white mouse made her maid leave her, perhaps forever.
Neferata felt a stabbing pain in her heart. Naema had been accompanying her for hundreds of years. This woman from the Eastern Silk Country was not only a maid, but also a lover.
When she realized the maid's departure not long ago, she felt almost no pain in her heart. Neferata thought that Naema was not that important to her.
At that time, she also thought that maybe after her little eagle Khalida left, her heart would no longer feel the pain.
But now she suddenly recalled that the pain of loss came like a tide, and she still loved Naema.
If she had tried to dissuade herself from giving up Alkadiza, her refusal attitude should have been better, maybe...
Too many thoughts kept arising and were cut off by her own hands.
The experience of the past four hundred years has made her very clear that what has been lost can never be returned no matter what. The only thing left is to seek revenge on that white mouse.
Not only Naema, but also everything that Lamia is suffering right now!
The footsteps were getting closer, and the stench was getting stronger and stronger. Neferata turned to Wosolun and said.
"Keep the women and children, and kill the rest."
Before Wosolun could command the Black Agents again, these former Lahmian champion warriors immediately raised their swords and beheaded all the male corrupt men.
The head of the transformer.
Wosuolun shook his head, grabbed a flying ghost, and condensed it to the point where mortals could see it clearly.
"Is it necessary? I have already said it? No matter which one is saved, it is hopeless. If you want information, just let me search their souls."
Neferi did not answer his words, and slapped the head of the fat corrupter that had appeared with all his strength with his gauntlet.
Maybe it wasn't obesity, but swollen pustules and skin, but all of them fell apart under the power that was unlike any mortal.
The vampire's slap caused the Corruptor's head to spin away from his body, flying towards the other Corruptors behind him with disgusting mucus, like a cannonball, smashing those things into splashes of juice.
With just a few simple slaps, numerous corruptors were turned into piles of rotten flesh.
This result did not satisfy the attacker. Looking at the stinking mucus on her gauntlet, Neferata's delicate facial features were twisted into a ball.
The stench weakened her eternal blood thirst a little, and made her have a little more desire to vomit.
"Perhaps you are right, these corruptors cannot stay."
Neferata raised the bright red spikes of her armor under her chin in the darkness and whispered to the Grand Vizier behind her.
"But at least a few are left as a symbol that we are trying to treat this disease."
"As you command, Holy One."
Alkadiza looked at Neferata in surprise, opened her mouth, and wanted to stop it, but the sight in front of her and the question of his identity meant that in the end the king of Khemri said nothing.
As the order was issued, the number of prisoners of war was quickly reduced to the point where mortal guards were no longer needed.
Hundreds of ghosts passed in front of Wosolun, and as they were returned to the undead engine, as the information of one soul after another was extracted, Wosolun suddenly said in surprise.
"It seems that your order was correct. We found a suspicious place, an underground casino on the east side."
Alkadiza's gaze was cast in that direction, the moss-covered area located several hundred meters to the right of his sight.
"East side? I thought it would be in those smelly areas."
"You're right, those parts will definitely have other combat powers, but mortals are still too useless."
With that said, Wosolun paused for a long time before walking to the side of the undead engine and pulling out the staff inserted on the side of the throne.
The rich magical wind in the air began to crack with his movements, decomposing into more destructive black viscous energy, Dahl.
Wosuolun kept chanting spells in his mouth, carefully controlling the energy to climb up the dead body beside him.
Dahl are quite dangerous, and their mere existence is enough to distort reality.
In order to prevent the chaos here from becoming stronger, he must cast spells as quickly as possible without making any mistakes.
The sticky Dahl continued to echo in the air as the spell continued, crawling up the dead corpses, and the black mucus that could only be seen under magical vision flowed into the corpses from every broken place on the corpses.
The originally broken head was put back together by the power of magic, and the things that were split in half were put back together again by the blue-black aura.
The dead body kept twisting and getting up from the ground.
Hundreds of zombies stood up in front of the surprised eyes of the living people.
What surprised Alkadiza even more was that as Wosolun held the undead engine and continued to recite incantations, the undead energy continued to repair their injuries.
Soon, the severely damaged zombies were reassembled by invisible forces and became as if they had just died.
"This way there will be no problem on our flanks. King of Khemri, it would be better for us to solve the problem quickly."
With that said, Wosuolun hooked his claws towards Usuoran, and the behemoth, which was more than ten meters tall, just disappeared into the shadows, and its physical existence was almost invisible.
Under the double guarantee, the Grand Vizier immediately ordered that the Uzbekistan special forces
The phalanx of General Ancart led the infantry in the front, and the contradictory phalanx of infantry followed, slowly advancing towards the streets to the east.
There were a lot of battles along the way, and corruptors always appeared out of nowhere.
Either bumping into the feet of the black special, or falling under the soldiers' spear array, they are constantly transformed into new zombies, and guards keep appearing at the intersections on both sides.
As the army continued to approach, the number and appearance of the enemies did not change much, which made Wosolun relieved.
However, there are suddenly more and more chaotic little things that look like ordinary magic elves, and they are still worthy of vigilance.
However, these little monsters, either blue or pink, did not cause any damage even when their spears and giant sickle-shaped swords were aimed at the suspicious underground casino.
Wosolun thought that he was being too preoccupied, so he focused on the building in front of him, which had only one floor and had no windows on the walls made of yellow soil. It looked like a warehouse for a shop.
Arkadiza and Neferata were lying in ambush on both sides, Vosolun was ready to activate magic in the dark at any time, and Usolan in the shadow was also ready to demolish the building in front of him at any time.
In a solemn atmosphere, General Ancart roughly pushed open the heavy but ancient-looking wooden door.
However, there was no battle as they imagined. Rather, the weird thing was that the people here didn't even bother to look at them.
Not to mention the behavior of these people, even this room without windows looks quite weird.
It is absolutely impossible for people in the slums, even those who are relatively wealthy, to afford a large amount of silk products. Being able to use a large amount of fine linen for decoration is considered to be the highest grade.
And in this gambling house and the like, silks of various colors can be seen everywhere.
Large sheets of purple, blue or green silk curtains divide the room into large and small, looming compartments.
The consumption of this item alone is worth at least thousands or even tens of thousands of gold coins. That money is enough to open ten, maybe more, such casinos.
What's even more exaggerated is that those self-luminous crystals are hung from the ceiling to illuminate the room, making the closed room as bright as day.
This requires something, and I don’t know how much wealth it requires.
Wosuoran in the shadow scratched his chin, feeling that this was more luxurious than the best romantic place he had ever been to, but it was so unusual to appear in a slum.
do good things? Some kind of corruption, I'm afraid.
From inside the compartment, all kinds of Yin (Chaos Blessing) sounds were heard continuously.
Alkadiza glanced inside curiously, and his eyes were immediately covered by anger.
Those Yin (Chaos Blessing) sounds are just disguises for these curtains.
Wails formed the main theme in the compartment that Alkadiza saw.
A woman's meridians were picked out one by one, but none of them were broken. They were carefully classified into dozens of different upright parts, forming a carefully crafted "female body piano."
As the "artist" in front of her played, the harp continued to wail in different tones, playing a Lamian ballad that Arcadiza had heard before.
He chopped off the head of the "artist" without any resistance, and ended the pain of the female body with another sword. Only then did Arkadiza come to his senses and motioned for Neferata to follow him.
After passing through dozens of compartments, we came to the central area that was deliberately lifted up.
There is only a simple tattered wooden table here. A thing that has no human form is holding a piece of parchment and playing cards with several other things that are about to lose their human form.
This thing seems to enjoy the pleasure of winning in gambling.
Wosolun pulled Arkadiza and pointed to the monster that had lost its human form, or to be precise, pointed to the parchment in his hand.
"That's it! Powerful magical power, that thing might be the culprit!"
"Information about those souls shows that they can serve as anchors between reality and the demonic realm of chaos.
The magic items you click can only exist here. "
"If that white mouse is right, a place like ours is not conducive to the existence of chaos, so I have never had any problems even if I used them for experiments before."
"Just eliminate this magic item."
Before Alkadiza could take action, even Neferata had not yet reacted.
A big foot appeared in the huge shadow, and in just one second, everything on the gaming table was trampled deep into the ground.
"Alright, Vosolun, you can destroy that magic item."
With that said, Wu Suoran showed up with all his strength. Just by shaking his upper body, his huge body destroyed all the load-bearing structures of the underground casino, turning it into ruins in an instant.
Wosolun frowned and approached the pit that looked quite ominous.
I didn't know what it was like inside a ball of paste. I picked up the parchment with disgust and threw it on the undead engine outside the door.
The green flame immediately turned it into fuel, leaving nothing behind.
Wosuolun looked at Alkadiza who was looking forward to it and said.
"Although it's very weak, the corruption is dissipating. What we did is not wrong."
Just as he was talking, a red stream of light left a trail of afterimages.
Wosolun held down his raised paw holding the staff and took a closer look. It turned out to be a vampire running over in a panic.
"Something happened to the Blood God Branch Temple in the city!"
The Grand Vizier's pupils shrank, he raised his hand and borrowed the power of the guiding stone to let the power of shadow wrap around himself, Neferata and Alkadiza.
"Shadow Bridge!"
Just a single incantation made the three of them feel dizzy.
When they appeared again, they were already in front of the blue lotus pond illuminated by fluorescent lights.
The priests and priestesses here seemed quite busy. The priests who were originally responsible for handling the blood donation business of the citizens were hurriedly stacking the swaddling clothes together one by one.
"How is this going!"
Alkadiza was about to ask, but was choked by the sight of the baby on the ground.
This is a thing with a sheep's head and its whole body is covered with down. Even the things on its feet are hooves. It is not human at all.
Suddenly, he thought of something and grabbed a priestess who seemed to be of higher rank.
"Give me the exact number of newborns!"
Not long after, a scrawled papyrus form was submitted.
If a small amount of error is eliminated, the ratio of cursed children to non-cursed children among the children delivered by the temple during the recent period is exactly 1:12.
There's a beastman for every thirteen children!
"That rat! It's that rat's curse! He cursed to bring down a beastman for every thirteen children!"
Warsolen screamed when he saw the form!
But how could it be!
Why is his curse so strong for such a weak thing?
This is simply unreasonable!
It's that rat again! Neferata's eyes turned red. If this happened, Lamia's national power would decline!
"Even if I chase him to the end of the world, I will still kill that rat."
"No, this is not just about Lahmia anymore, that rat cursed the entire Nehekhara."
Alkadiza tried to comfort him, but Neferata immediately interrupted him.
"But why does it only work here!? We have never heard of such a thing in Astri!"
