As soon as she stepped out of the Chapel of Light, the old witch Gwenneville stopped in her tracks and turned her head to look at a certain spot in the city.
"Old fellow, what are you waiting for? If you wait any longer, that Fire Wizard will be far away … "The Giant Snake Wizard Natagu said coldly.
"You guys go first! I want to take a look over there … "The old witch laughed strangely," I can feel a sweet plague aura spreading. The Fire Wizard's plague familiar is in that direction! "
The Giant Snake Wizard hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded, "It's good to split up! You go after the Plague Poison Spirit, and the two of us go after the Fire Wizard. They'll have to meet up eventually, so it's safer this way … Alright, let's go! "
After saying that, she did not say anything else, and summoned a huge Black Mamba Python that was more than 20 metres long. It carried her and the Psionic Warlock Beneka on its back, and quickly chased after the strong flame aura in the air.
The old witch laughed sinisterly, and leaned on her pitch-black wooden staff that was even taller than her head as she turned into the darkness of the street.
The poison corpses in the north of the city were retreating.
After receiving Grim's message, the Plague Poison Spirit Remy did not hesitate to instruct the poison corpses to move out of the city. The poison corpses with lower levels and aptitudes were abandoned, and they were allowed to run amok in the city, giving the Holy Knights something to do.
Most of the poison corpses with the strength of an apprentice swarmed out of the city walls, moving towards the wasteland in the distance. Among them, there were more than a dozen servant corpses that had advanced to Grade 1.
Compared to the poison corpses, the servant corpses were more shriveled and skinny, but their skeletons were larger, and their strength, vitality, and agility had been greatly improved. Their muscles were more solid and dense, and even without any armour, their body's defence was not weaker than ordinary enchanted leather armour.
Their movements were also more agile, and their hands and feet had evolved into sharp claws, allowing them to easily climb up walls and ceilings. Their strange flexibility allowed them to perform all kinds of strange actions that humans could not imitate.
Therefore, their killing methods were much more terrifying than the poison corpses!
Remy, the Plague Poison Spirit, who was only a meter tall and had the appearance of a four- or five-year-old boy, was sitting on the back of the most powerful servant corpse, leading a group of lively little fellows behind him. Like a torrent, they crossed the city wall, crossed the moat, and surged into the wilderness.
While galloping forward on the servant corpse, Remy glanced around in the darkness in confusion. He always felt that a pair of gloomy eyes were secretly watching him.
After all, it was a unique creature that evolved from a contract spirit. It could not learn knowledge systematically like wizards and master witchcraft. Almost all of the abilities it possessed were formed spontaneously. Every time its strength grew to a certain stage, it would be like unlocking a certain innate potential. Some strange abilities would surge into its brain and be deeply etched into its soul.
In this way, even if it didn't need to learn or practice, these abilities would automatically become its innate abilities, just like breathing and sleeping!
After reaching Grade 1, Rémy obtained the Innate Ability Plague Spores.
After reaching Grade 2, Rémy obtained the innate ability Plague Aura!
After reaching Grade 3, Rémy obtained the innate ability Plague Transformation!
Plague Spores allowed Rémy to transform himself into an incubator, using his plague innate ability to continuously release terrible plague spores. Moreover, Rémy could also control the plague spores, which were highly lethal, highly contagious, and highly harmful.
Plague Aura could completely turn Rémy into a poison spirit. Not only could he quickly spread plague spores, but even the sharp teeth and claws of the plague creatures fighting around him could be infused with plague bacteria.
Seriously speaking, after reaching Grade 3, with the Plague Transformation ability, Rémy's strength could be considered to have taken shape!
The creatures killed by the plague before were dead, and apart from bringing some life energy to Rémy, there was no other benefit. But now, with the Plague Transformation ability, the creatures that died to the plague had a certain chance of standing up again under the control of the spore bacteria, becoming plague creatures under Rémy's control.
Moreover, these plague creatures could also evolve through bloody and cruel slaughter!
However, their evolutionary route was obviously different from the secular way of increasing their rank. What they followed was a killing evolution system. It was wishful thinking for ordinary creatures to evolve to Grade 1 in a single night. However, Rémy's plague creatures, poison corpses, had only gone on a killing spree in Hasath City, and seventeen Grade 1 servant corpses had already appeared.
Of course, a large part of the reason for this was that these servant corpses were apprentice knights or black iron knights before they died. They were born with a good foundation, and with the high-quality flesh and blood in Hasath City, they had a much higher chance of advancing quickly after being transformed into plague creatures.
However, no matter how much these plague creatures advanced, they would never be able to break free from Rémy's soul shackles!
They were dead creatures to begin with, and it was Rémy's strange ability that allowed them to come back to life. Therefore, in front of these six to seven hundred plague creatures, Rémy was the undisputed king, the ruler they were willing to protect with their lives!
From a certain point of view, plague creatures and undead creatures were almost the same.
The difference was that the former relied on plague spores to revive, while the latter relied on negative energy to support their soul core.
As Rémy commanded the poison corpses and servant corpses to run wildly in the dark wilderness, the alarm in his mind grew stronger.
He suddenly turned around, his green pupils immediately catching sight of a strange figure in the blood-red sky.
It was a strange old witch riding a flying broom. She wore a tall pointed hat, had a head full of white hair, and sunken cheeks. Her face was covered in layers of wrinkles and black age spots, and her hunched waist was almost bent at a 90 degree angle.
The old witch was currently flying in the sky, a huge blood-red moon hanging behind her, making her look even more sinister and terrifying.
A Grade 3 witch!
And a highly toxic one!
It didn't take long for Rémy to identify the other party.
It couldn't be helped. Both of them were poison users, and the poison on their bodies could be clearly smelled from a hundred meters away.
"Kekeke … I didn't expect you to be a Grade 3 contract spirit. This old woman is in luck … Tsk tsk tsk, you even have your own intelligence. Looks like that kid has invested a lot of resources in you!" The old witch sneered coldly and muttered to herself. She didn't take Remy seriously at all.
Although she was alone, and the other party was leading a small 'army', she still looked confident that she could defeat the other party. There was no other reason than that the poison corpse army hadn't been formed yet.
A group of apprentice-level poison corpses and a dozen Grade 1 servant corpses posed no threat to the Grade 3 Poison Woman, even if their numbers were increased by ten times.
At the level of Tier 3, it was no longer possible to simply rely on numbers to grind them down!
To kill any Grade 3 creature, one needed the right time, the right place, and a large enough cannon fodder army … all three were indispensable.
In the eyes of this Grade 3 Poison Woman, the poison spirit was still very weak, and the wizard beast army it had gathered was even more vulnerable. If it wasn't for her evil hobby of torturing and killing her opponents, Guvinavir would have attacked long ago.
Damn it … it's a Poison Woman!
"Hello, may I know why you're looking for me?" A sweet and warm smile appeared on the Plague Poison Spirit Remy's dark green face. She blinked her strange green eyes and looked curiously at the old witch.
As she spoke, a cluster of horrifying plague spores, so tiny that they were hard to see with the naked eye, slowly dispersed into the air and invaded the other party's body like invisible ink.
A distance of two hundred meters was nothing to these strange plague spores!
"Hehe, kid, trying to act cute in front of this old woman? Then let me show you the power of this old woman's poison … "The old witch laughed coldly.
Rémy's green eyes could clearly see that a similarly invisible poisonous fog was dispersing from the other party's body, quickly overlapping with the plague spores she had spread.
The two poisonous mists that were still dispersing a moment ago immediately appeared in the void, tumbling and vibrating in the next moment. Like two groups of ferocious beasts, they entangled and devoured each other, trying their best to infect each other into their own kind.
The two poisonous fog had originally been fighting only between Rémy and the Poison Woman, but as time passed and the night wind blew, the area they covered became larger and larger, and the battlefield spread to the entire wilderness.
They boiled, shook, infected, and devoured each other …
The poison corpses and the servant corpses in the poisonous fog immediately became the main battlefield of the two poisonous fungi. Any poison corpse that was drawn into the poisonous fog would have its tough skin, which was originally invulnerable to blades and swords, fester on a large area, as if it had been corroded by a strong acid, revealing the bright red flesh underneath that had not yet completely rotted.
Sensing the presence of flesh and blood, the two streams of poisonous fog were like hungry wolves that had smelled fresh blood. They rushed into the bodies of the poison corpses and fought for control of their lives in every muscle, every bit of flesh, and every organ of their bodies.
No matter which side gained the upper hand, they would quickly infect every bit of flesh and bone into their own kind. As black smoke escaped from the eyes, ears, mouth, and nose of the poison corpses, their bodies quickly decayed and collapsed.
In the blink of an eye, a poison corpse with the power of an apprentice was reduced to a pile of corroded bones full of holes.
The newly dispersed poisonous fog merged with the other side's troops, imperceptibly strengthening their strength.
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