Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 459 - 397 God of Corruption and Degeneration_1

Chapter 459: Chapter 397 God of Corruption and Degeneration_1

Many people think of negative energy when they mention undead energy.

In fact, there is a difference between the two.

To be more precise, undead energy is a type of negative energy.

When emotions and souls intertwine with negative energy, it becomes undead energy. Once it is infused into a corpse, it will resurrect the dead — with death as the driving force.

The body is often just an unimportant shell that, no matter how broken and fragmented, will continue to jerk around as long as the undead energy that dominates and drives it remains.

Most of the magical plagues on Felen are inextricably linked to undead energy.

If this energy is injected into a corpse, it can transform them into various types of undead.

If injected into the living, combined with the germs that are already present, all sorts of strange and magical plagues are born.

The body starts to decay and rot like a dead person, which is the most common symptom.

Upon hearing the intelligence from Mesnoel, Gaven’s first reaction was that it was related to undead energy.

This Weizemay Manor specialized in extracting undead energy directly from its source, then by disentangling emotions from negative energy, converting it into pure negative energy; then emotions would simply be pure emotions, posing no significant threat.

It was clear that these rotting birds were not the case.

When their vital spots, like their heads, were shattered, they died on the spot, without showing any signs of transforming into undead creatures.

A plague unrelated to undead energy?

This situation, which was out of control, made things even more complicated.

"Circle around to the back and check," Gaven suggested, pointing to the distance where the bird flocks, showing more severe signs of illness, had pulled away.

Fighting these victims was meaningless, particularly when they were numerous.

The Half-Moon Colt’s hooves ignited with green flame, and its speed instantly soared to the extreme in just a few seconds, leaving the rotting birds behind. Circling back to the severely diseased flock.

"That one there!" Gaven pointed out the leader of the bird flock.

It was a Forest Hawk, or at least it had been.

Its condition was even more eerie than the other rotting birds.

For from those rotting wounds grew green vines, entwined with its flesh; one of its eyes was no longer an eye but a blooming white flower.

In other environments, Gaven would have surely complimented the small white flower for its pure and simple image that involuntarily reminded one of innocence.

But on a Forest Hawk intertwined with blood and vines, that was a truly eerie sight.

Having seen the odd condition of the Forest Hawk, Gaven had already formed a hypothesis, but did not dare confirm it.

However, the Half-Moon Colt’s body uncontrollably trembled, even slowing down a bit.

This situation was very similar to when it faced the young Red Dragon, but it was even more severe than last time.

Gaven immediately noticed her abnormality and without thinking, channeled a surge of life force into her body.

With the cleansing of the life force, her condition greatly improved, but it did not disappear completely as it had before. The Half-Moon Colt carried Gaven away from the direction of the rotting birds.

Not until they had put hundreds of meters between them did the Half-Moon Colt’s condition finally ease completely. Without waiting for Gaven to speak, she took the initiative, "That was not a Forest Hawk, that was a transformed Druid. I could feel the connection between us. Just now, I heard a voice, a terrifying call trying to take over my soul consciousness..."

"A Druid?" Gaven focused his gaze on the Forest Hawk, as a large amount of data came in.

The Half-Moon Colt was right.

Its current attributes were definitely not those of an ordinary Forest Hawk, but of a Transcendent Druid.

Is this rotting plague so fierce?

That even a Transcendent Druid could not escape unscathed?

That’s not right.

If it was a Transcendent Druid infected by the plague, upon seeing them, it should have come forward to seek their help.

It would not have disguised itself and led a group of rotting birds in an attempt to ambush them.

"Retreat!" Gaven decided not to engage directly with the other side until things were clearer.

Meanwhile, the rotting birds they had shaken off were circling back around.

That tenacity was not something ordinary birds possessed, but rather indicated intelligent beings remotely controlling them from behind.

As they passed each other, Gaven sent another Crystal Cluster their way, bringing down countless rotting birds.

Holding a crystal, he shone it over one of the rotting bird carcasses, and a magic ray shot out.

The carcass of the rotting bird disappeared instantly, and in Gaven’s hand, the crystal now contained a lifelike miniature image, identical to the vanished rotting bird carcass.

"This is a sealing crystal, capable of sealing an item smaller than a certain size within it, including corpses."

"This was his main purpose for this trip, to take samples back for research."

"In Felen, all adventures and explorations are meticulously planned and researched, at least that’s the case for those experienced adventurers and teams."

Those adventure teams that recklessly plunge into some ancient tomb or underground city based on an unverified treasure map are typically those green, young people. They disappear as quickly as they appear, becoming decorative relics in the land of adventure, serving as an extra finding in the trove of those who succeed."

Once they got the samples, Gaven and Luna didn’t linger, they went at full speed, quickly leaving the rotting flying creatures far behind and returned to the temporary camp at the edge of Mir Forest."

"How did it go? Did you find anything?" Nola called out from a distance.

"Don’t come near us," Gaven shouted back. "We don’t know if we carry any magic disease. Send the Dog Demon here; I need to return to the Valley, and you tell Lord Zalanda to not let anyone near this forest until I come back. Strengthen the patrols in this direction, and if any flying or walking creature showing signs of the rot is found, kill and incinerate it on the spot. Have the Holy Warriors and Priests perform a thorough cleansing."

Upon hearing ’magic disease’, Nola immediately stopped in her tracks.

Anything related to this was no small matter.

Especially with Darama’s dense population, if a magic disease were to break out, it could lead to disastrous, uncontrollable consequences."

The nature of the entire situation has changed. It was no longer just about establishing friendly diplomatic relations with the native inhabitants of Mir Forest; it was now about their own safety.

With Mir Forest being so close to Darama, should the disease spread, it would be the first to bear the brunt.

Moreover, Darama was preparing to move a large number of people into Gaven’s lands. If mishandled, they could bring the disease to their own territory and even cause it to spread along the way."

Before leaving, Gaven gave Nola another reminder, "This matter is top secret. Apart from reporting to Lord Zalanda in secret, do not tell anyone. Do not cause unnecessary panic before we investigate clearly."

"Understood." Nola nodded seriously, she was no simpleton and could understand the gravity of the situation.

"Hammer of Holy Light." Gaven immediately had the Dog Demon open a teleportation gate to the Hammer of the Holy Light Abbey.

This sort of issue was best handled by professionals like the Paladins."

They appeared at the foot of the mountain where the Hammer of the Holy Light Abbey was located, and in less than ten minutes, the Grand Inquisitor Valon came running out in a hurry.

His concerns set aside, just the Half-Moon Colt Luna herself was well-known to everyone at the Hammer of Holy Light, and someone had notified Valon of her presence the moment they saw her.

Without waiting for Valon to speak, Gaven let everything out as quickly as spilling beans, ending with a wry smile. "This matter is beyond our capabilities. We will need you, the Grand Inquisitor, to lend your assistance."

"Come, let’s talk inside," Valon invited Gaven, his face neither happy nor sad.

"We’ve just been in close contact with carriers of the disease, wouldn’t it be inappropriate to enter the monastery now?" Gaven hesitated.

He didn’t dare to enter the Monastery, and now, he doesn’t even dare to return to his own domain.

"This is a Monastery, a place blessed by the God of Just. Even if the Goddess of Plagues and Poisons, Talona herself were to come, she wouldn’t dare to run wild here," the Grand Inquisitor couldn’t help but burst into laughter, "If you’re still not reassured, let me purify it for you."

Valon didn’t waste any words. His hands immediately radiated a blinding white light, covering both Gaven and the Half-Moon Colt at once.

As for the Dog Demon, the moment the Grand Inquisitor’s hands lit up with white light, it was the first to tuck its tail and run far away. To it, that thing was far more lethal than any magic plague.

"It was I who was thinking crookedly, haha..." Gaven couldn’t help but pat his own forehead.

The string of cautious measures just now were related to the epidemics he had experienced on Earth.

However, he had forgotten that this was Felen, where the deities were supreme above all else.

Even magic diseases were mostly under the control of the gods.

In the presence of Tyr, the God of Just, with his strong divine power, even Talona, the Goddess of Poisons and Plagues with only minor divine power, would not dare to act up.

Having corrected his thoughts, Gaven was no longer overly cautious and handed the sealed crystal to Valon.

"Indeed, he is related to this." The Grand Inquisitor didn’t even release the necrotic bird corpse from the sealed crystal, taking just one look before frowning and saying, "A centipede does not fall after being struck. No wonder there has been no movement from them in Comanso; they’ve gone to Thacel to start anew."

Hearing the series of descriptive words used by the Grand Inquisitor, Gaven’s eyes lit up and said, "Your Excellency, are you talking about Moando, the God of Corruption and Degeneration?"

Valon looked at Gaven in surprise and said, "You know of this evil deity? I thought his infamy was mainly confined to the Northern Lands, in Comanso?"

It was only after this reminder that Gaven recalled that the last Temple of this God of Corruption, the Dark Tempter, had been destroyed two years ago in Felen, and he was currently in a demigod fallen state, with only a few remaining followers still active.

The Santarin Association had always been committed to integrating the remnants of the Dark Tempter’s followers into the Dark Intelligence Network, but with little success. Instead, in this endeavor, they had suffered several setbacks.

Not only was the behavior of the God of Corruption unpredictable, but so too were the actions of his followers.

Gaven vaguely said, "Before coming here, we had gathered as much relevant information as we could, and had collected some data on this evil god. When we were investigating, we encountered a Transcendent Druid with characteristics of both flesh and plant. It felt somewhat similar to this evil deity. Right, when we encountered that strange Druid, Luna showed some unusual reactions. Thankfully with her warning, I realized that the Forest Hawk was actually the Druid in disguise."

"Moando’s Pet Servant, you must have encountered one of Moando’s servants!" Valon said with absolute certainty while quickening his pace, "Follow me."

Valon didn’t take Gaven to a reception room but instead arrived at the Hall of the Temple where he had once received blessings. He stood in front of the oversized Warhammer again and said, "Luna, I need to check your condition."

"Okay." The Half-Moon Colt, used to such procedures, stood right in front of the Hammer of Holy Light.

A beam of thick holy light descended with a thunderous roar, enveloping the Half-Moon Colt within it.

When the holy light was bestowed upon her, the Half-Moon Colt immediately fell into an unconscious state and began floating mid-air.