Witch Wind

Chapter 130: Each of the Magical Powers (Part )
In just three days, the multinational coalition forces were completely defeated and had no strength to fight.

Except for Renov and the Holy Father Church's Paladins and Priests of Judgment, except for the Dongyun nobles and Dongyun miscellaneous soldiers, all other generals, colonial troops, and colonial vassal troops of various countries fell ill.

This sudden plague could not do anything to people like Renov who had superhuman physiques. It seemed to have spirituality and avoided all the Dongyun people. It only knocked down all the foreigners, including officers and soldiers from hundreds of countries in the far west and their colonies, in just three days.

Among the coalition forces, there were military doctors with excellent medical skills. When the first group of soldiers fell ill, they decisively took various measures to prevent the plague.

Isolate the patient.

Everyone wears a mask.

Lime was thrown near the barracks where the patients lived.

For drinking water and food, scientific methods such as high temperature disinfection are adopted.

Some generals and senior military officers were even asked to take orally antibacterial and anti-inflammatory pills that had just been developed by the Far Western Countries in recent years.

Basically, these military doctors have used every effective method they know.

However, the plague still spread rapidly within the coalition forces in unpredictable ways.

First, there was a fever.

Then came the rash.

The rash then turns into tiny, bright red blisters.

When the blisters burst, the poisonous water inside flows down the skin, leaving the skin and flesh torn and eroded into a paste wherever it passes. The patient is attacked by stinging pain and unbearable itching, causing him to scratch and wail constantly.

The more I scratched, the more itchy it became, and the more itchy it became, the more I scratched. The skin and flesh where I scratched opened and blood oozed out.

The medical soldiers who were responsible for taking care of these patients would quickly develop the same rash on their bodies if they accidentally touched the patients' blood. Within an hour at most, they would fall to the ground and develop a high fever.

When the rash is almost over, the patient will start to vomit and have diarrhea. The vomiting and diarrhea are like jets, and some unlucky people who already have some minor illnesses or are weak will vomit blood.

No matter how strong a soldier is, his vitality will be almost depleted after a day and night of vomiting and diarrhea.

Some died of dehydration, while others could barely hold on after drinking some light salt water, but they began to lose weight rapidly. It was as if there was an evil fire in their bodies, burning their fat and muscles, burning their nutrients, making them become skin and bones in just three to five days.

At this time, small, dense blisters began to appear in the internal organs of these soldiers.

Their internal organs began to fester and turned into pus and blood, which were then sprayed out by their vomiting and diarrhea. When these unfortunate guys had sprayed out all their internal organs, they became a perfect "skin and bones"!
Their muscles, internal organs, and all other body tissues except skin and bones turned into pus and blood and spurted out of the body.

Above the Allied Forces camps on dozens of islands, large and small, there were gloomy clouds and cries of grief.

Then, something happened that terrified the allied officers and soldiers - the skinny bodies of those sick and dead ghosts whose internal organs had been vomited out and whose muscles and fat had been completely burned out, stood up with a "cracking" sound under the impetus of an unknown force.

These guys were jumping around very 'flexibly', moving their arms and legs like living people.

Their loose skin was wriggling strangely, revealing extremely eerie smiles. No one knew how they made their voices, but the sounds coming out of their throats were exactly the same as they had made when they were alive.

They greeted their former colleagues enthusiastically, and even helped the medical staff to treat the coalition soldiers whose illnesses were not serious. They were agile, with bright smiles, and exuded a warm and helpful aura, just like healthy, lively, and positive young men!

Apart from not resembling human forms, these guys' words and actions are actually no different from when they were alive!
This is even more terrifying!
High in the sky, above the clouds.

Xing Tianli stared in amazement at the devastated Allied camp below - countless officers and soldiers were in panic, crying and shouting, and even sick people were struggling and rolling on the ground, fleeing in all directions.

There was a senior general who was so frightened that he directly ordered his guards to shoot at the zombies wandering around.

As a result, these living dead with transparent holes all over their bodies continued to wander around. The soldiers fired randomly, and the scattered bullets killed and injured a large number of coalition officers and soldiers, causing even greater chaos.

"Genetic weapons? Necromancer? There must be an expert among the people of Dongyun!" Xing Tianli exclaimed sincerely.

The plague spread so quickly that in just two or three days, it had spread to the coalition's military camps across dozens of large and small islands. Unfortunately, all those infected were coalition officers and soldiers, and there was not a single decent Dongyun person.

This plague actually has a bit of the flavor of the "blood curse" in witchcraft.

Xing Tianli shook the Tongtian Yuling Banner vigorously again, and a wisp of cold wind whistled through the Seven Kingdoms Island below, but the souls in the bodies of those "living dead" were tightly entangled in their bodies by an extremely evil force.

Their souls have become so closely integrated with their bones and skin.

An extremely evil 'hybrid of spirit and flesh'!
Even with the Tongtian Yuling Banner, it is impossible to extract the souls of these sick and dead people that are mixed in their bones and skin. It is like a living person who cannot use a straw to suck out a mouthful of clean water from a sticky, dirty swamp!
Xing Tianli shook his head and put away the Tongtian Yuling Banner. A gust of wind swept up several living dead. He took these guys and ran back to Zhao Qingxuan's sailboat. He began to carefully analyze the evil poison in these guys' bodies - he was very curious about where the 'expert' behind the Dongyun people learned such a superb and mysterious poison technique.

He also has to prepare for the worst and break this plague.

He didn't want the plague to spread to his own territory one day, causing heavy losses to his brothers!

Although it seems that the current plague has no killing power for Renov and others who have superhuman physiques, but what if? Plague and voodoo have too many unpredictable risks.

The seventh day of the plague.

Half of the massive colonial army, which consisted of more than 30 million soldiers from more than a hundred countries, had died in just seven days.

Such tragic losses made the generals of various countries completely confused and they had no idea what to do.

Seven Kingdoms Island, the ancestral home of the Duke of Red Crow.

There is a beautiful mountain only five or six miles away from the beach. A magnificent stone castle occupies more than a dozen mountaintops. Standing on the top of the highest castle, when the weather is good, you can clearly see the scene of the villagers working on Yunxiang Island across the strait dozens of miles away.

This castle has been requisitioned by Renov and is now the headquarters of the coalition forces.

The statue was placed by Renov on the top of the highest castle tower. An invisible force field spread out from the statue, covering the entire castle area and resisting the invasion of the plague.

Many generals and senior officers who had been infected with the plague some time ago, found that the poison in their bodies began to dissipate rapidly after they moved into the castle. In just two or three days, they had recovered as before.

The tallest tower of the castle.

Several senior generals from powerful countries, such as Renov and Falush, stood by the railing and looked into the distance.

Outside the stone walls of the castle, there were densely packed 'living dead' arranged in very neat square formations, stretching for hundreds of miles, tightly surrounding the entire castle in the middle.

These guys seemed to be completely unaware that they had become "dead objects". They were armed with live ammunition, held their heads high, and sang local popular songs in their own native language with "high morale".

Farus's "The Camellia Girl" had just finished, and Idoli's "Water Village Dancer" started to sing the high notes again. When the charming and graceful Idoli tune was over, "The Song of Captain Hook" passed down by the old pirates of the Seven Kingdoms Alliance of the North Sea rose up into the sky with great momentum.

When Falusi, Idoli, the Seven Kingdoms of the North Sea, and the subordinate small vassal states all sang their famous ditties one by one, a military commander would march out of the neatly-formed square formation, walk to the main gate of the castle, stand at attention and salute in the most standard military posture, and ask loudly and energetically: "Sir, what are your orders, sir? The weather is good today, sir, do you need to prepare your gear for going out hunting, sir?"

Occasionally, a military commander would run to the castle gate and shout, "Sir, do you need to find a Dongyun girl for you to have fun with? Sir!"

Every hour, an officer who was of high rank in his previous life, at least a colonel, would stride to the gate of the castle, bang on the door with all his might, and shout in an extremely 'anxious' and 'worried' tone: "Sir, why don't you speak, sir? Do you need us to come in, sir? If you don't speak, then we'll come in, sir!"

Following the shouting of the high-ranking officer, a group of soldiers set up a ladder and tried to climb over the stone wall. On the stone wall, every time these "living dead" soldiers poked their heads out, the allied soldiers guarding the wall screamed in fear. At this time, a very faint black-red light curtain lit up above the stone wall. The bodies of the "living dead" who touched this light curtain were like firewood soaked in kerosene, and they began to burn with a "whoosh" and burned to ashes in a breath.

The officer who knocked on the door raised his head, and looked at Renov and others on the top of the tower from a distance of several miles. Then he 'grinned', and the thin layer of skin on his face twitched slightly. He was still clean and neat, and returned to the square behind him with the most standard military posture.

Afterwards, the "living dead" soldiers, again according to their nationality, began to sing various tunes in their native languages.

It was not until an hour later that another senior officer ran and knocked on the door.

On the high tower, Renov stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the pale-faced generals from various countries: "Everyone, did you see clearly? The Dongyun people used terrible evil magic."

"According to our historical records, many, many years ago, the ancestors of the Eastern Kingdom launched a terrible expedition against the Western Continent. Their expedition even directly led to the collapse of the sacred and great Saint Norman Empire."

"Fortunately, the Holy Mother Church protected her people and saved us from being controlled by those terrible, god-like ancestors of the Eastern Country. Of course, this is what is recorded in history books. Everyone knows the specific inside story..."

"No matter what, the Holy Mother Church always has power."

"It's a pity that our unprecedented great alliance has now stood against the Holy Mother Church. The Supreme and Merciful Holy Mother will no longer use her divine power to protect you poor little ones!"

With his hands behind his back, Renov's five fingers delicately played with his heavy Marshal's scepter inlaid with various gemstones, and he said leisurely: "You only have one choice, kneel down, convert, and become a devout believer of the Holy Father's Church. The power of the Holy Father will save you, and will free you from bad luck, so that you will not become those pitiful and terrible living dead."

Renov shrugged his shoulders and said frivolously: "You can insist on your faith in that old woman, but gentlemen who have this idea, please leave the castle shrouded by the Holy Father's grace and meet your miserable fate!"

"How to choose?"

"It's up to everyone!"

Renov smiled brightly. Under his fair skin, fine dragon scales grew out layer by layer with a "clang" sound. Black and red flames as sticky as magma rolled in the gaps between the dragon scales. The temperature around suddenly soared. A group of high-ranking generals suddenly sweated profusely. Some older ones were almost fainted from the roasting.

"I'm a very democratic person." Renov laughed so hard that his tongue swayed in his throat. "If you don't want to convert, I will never resort to violence against you... But, under the glory of the Holy Lord, there will be no room for pagans, not even a hair. You all have no choice but to leave here!"

The high-ranking generals looked at each other.

They nodded slowly.

What Renov said made sense. The Virgin Mary Church had indeed been the traditional belief of the 100 countries in the Far West for many years, but now, the Virgin Mary Church had joined the Kingdom of England and the Kingdom of Saint Norman in their hostile camp.

Since the glory of the Virgin Mary is unwilling to be sprinkled on oneself, what is wrong in accepting the grace of the Holy Father?
"We are not afraid of death, we are just doing this for our soldiers." An old general of Farus, wearing the Grand Cordon of the former Farus Kingdom, stood up with his head held high and chest puffed out, and spoke out what everyone was thinking: "For those lovely children, we are willing to convert to the Holy Father's lap and receive his supreme glory!"

The old general knelt down with his head held high and his chest puffed out.

He knelt.

He converted.

But his excuse was so noble that no one could blame him - he did not convert to the Holy Father Church for his own life and death, but for the lives of hundreds of thousands of Falus warriors under his command, and he had naturally abandoned his own honor and disgrace!

great!

glory!

correct!

The senior generals from various countries present nodded and shook their heads with emotion, "It's all for those lovely children." They walked solemnly and resolutely in front of Renov, knelt solemnly at his feet, and then lowered their proud and noble heads!

Renouf curled his lips.

Haha, for those 'cute kids'?
Nonsence.

He raised his Marshal's Staff, looked down, and threw it aside. He took the sacred staff he used as the Patriarch of the Far East Diocese when preaching from the hands of a judge standing behind him. He tapped the foreheads of these old guys perfunctorily and said, "The Holy Father has sensed your piety. Wait, after you sign the indenture and stamp your fingerprints, the Holy Father will show his power and dispel this damn plague."

After a pause, Renov warned everyone seriously: "Remember, the Holy Father Church collects a 20% religious tax, not the tithe of the Holy Mother Church. There is no other way. The Holy Ross Empire is not as rich as other countries. If we don't collect more money, we will not even have money to repair the Holy Father's Cathedral."

Renov rubbed his fingers together vigorously and licked his lips vigorously with his big scarlet tongue.

The faces of many generals present turned black, and some of them almost threw away the grace they had just received and jumped up to duel with Renov - if there were not so many "living dead" outside who were eyeing them covetously, they would rather fall out with Renov than pay an extra 10% in religious taxes!
Outside the Duke of Red Crow’s castle, about seven or eight miles away, in the southwest corner, there is a small hunting estate for the nobility, where a field of double-layered cherry blossoms is in full bloom.

The pink petals fluttered lightly in the breeze, like a soft and weak spring snow. The exquisite pond was almost completely covered by layers of petals. Occasionally, a few ink-colored koi leaped out of the pond, their wet scales covered with cumbersome petals, which made the pond look lively and cute.

By the pond, in the small building.

A skinny old man with seven copper pigtails dragging behind his head pulled out a foot-long silver needle from Xing Tianqingshu's chest bit by bit. On the thin silver needle, there were countless tiny runes densely carved. At this moment, a wisp of extremely thin, sticky, nematode-like black air was violently jumping on the silver needle, but it was tightly trapped by the faint light emitted by the runes and could not escape from the silver needle.

'Wow'!
Xing Tianqingshu, who was dying, was throbbing violently like a dying fish. He suddenly turned over from the bed and vomited on the ground. The black poisonous blood spurted out like money. Xing Tianqingshu tried his best to vomit. He almost vomited out all his internal organs with a long breath, and finally cleared the remaining poison in his body.

A wisp of green-red flame rose from the skinny old man's fingertips, burning away all the black gas on the silver needle. He said sinisterly, "Look, what did we say? This disease won't kill you, Uncle Pingbo, don't take your life too seriously. Are you so impatient to join the Holy Father Church just for a little plague?"

The skinny old man slowly inserted the silver needle into the middle finger of his left hand and stabbed it back along the nail gap.

He smiled faintly and said, "What Holy Father and Holy Mother? They are all evil heretics. Pingbo Bo is a noble of our Great Yu Dynasty. How can he believe in foreign evil gods? It would be a disgrace to our ancestors!"

Xing Tianqingshu took a breath and looked at the skinny old man angrily: "I heard that the Queen Mother..."

The slap was so crisp that Xing Tianqingshu almost flew off the bed. The skinny old man looked at Xing Tianqingshu coldly and said, "How dare you compare yourself with the Queen Mother? Her actions are unfathomable. There must be some mystery behind her dealings with the Holy Mother Church. Do you have the right to criticize her?"

The skinny old man put his hands into his sleeves and said coldly: "Anyway, we have found a way to crack this plague, so it won't be a problem. You should think of a way to find that damned Xing Tianli, and let us take his head off and bring it back to make the Queen Mother happy!"

He reached out and stroked Xing Tianqingshu's head, and said softly: "Hey, Uncle Pingbo, it has been delayed for several months, and you don't even know where Xing Tianli is. I'm afraid your little head is a little uneasy!"

Xing Tianqingshu suddenly raised his head and said in a fierce voice: "Yes, I didn't find the whereabouts of that bastard Xing Tianli, but I have a solution. Let's kill our relatives for the sake of justice?"

Inside the castle, a loud horn sounded.

Amid the melodious hymns, a beam of fire shot up into the sky from the tallest tower. The fire was like a dragon, circling over the castle for a while. The wind and clouds in all directions suddenly changed color, and thick dark clouds gathered from all directions, covering the boss's territory in an instant.

"Hualala", heavy rain fell down with a roar.

The raindrops were emitting white steam, and the temperature of the rain was surprisingly similar to boiling water at a high temperature.

Such hot rain fell heavily on the countless dying Allied officers and soldiers on the island, scalding them and making them scream in pain, but no one was actually burned.

After being splashed by the scalding rain for a while, many sick and dying coalition officers and soldiers just stood up.

At the same time, those strange "living dead" fell down silently like snowmen burned by fire. All the "living dead" splashed by the scalding rain fell down without any resistance.

A beam of fire shot up into the sky, and Renov stepped on the flowing fire, flying over the Fifty-Li Channel and heading straight for Yunxiang Island.

"Who released the plague? Don't be cowardly. Come and fight!"

(End of this chapter)