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Chapter 962: Moroi’s Fiend 1

Chapter 962: Moroi’s Fiend 1

Transylvania, Tsarist Russian Empire

"AHHH!"

A shrill scream was heard from a barracks located right at the outskirts of Transylvania.

Konstantin woke up from his sleep in a cold sweat; his heart was beating rapidly, and his pupils were dilated. He looked around, his glands pumping adrenaline at full capacity into the bloodstream, as if he was facing a demon from hell out there to devour him alive.

Looking at the room, his heart froze. Konstantin saw something, something so ghastly, so spine-chilling and etched into his mind that he feared he would never be able to forget.

Gha!

The dripping of blood and the appearance of the offals hanging at the jaw. ’My lord, why do you punish me?’ he cried, experiencing despair and sadness like never before.

He quickly slipped from the bed and tried his best to run away from the demon who had eaten his comrade.

While running, he fell a few times as his legs could not get a grip of the floor, but despite falling several times, his will to get away did not diminish; instead, it increased as he saw that the demon actually walked towards him. Konstantin’s face immediately became white like a piece of paper, dread filled his soul, and he frantically searched for his rifle. Unfortunately, he realised that he had left it back at his bed. Thankfully, somehow, due to a miracle or something else, a gun still appeared in his hand. Konstantin’s eyes were bloodshot at this point, and he didn’t hesitate to pull the trigger.

"Bang!"

All of a sudden, the world became bright, and he felt a stinging sensation on his cheek.

"God, he is finally awake"

"Damn, I told you not to allow *cough!* allow him to carry the gun."

Konstantin finally opened his eyes and realised what was happening. He was having one of his nightmares and hallucination episodes again.

It looked like Oleg had slapped him awake after hearing the sound of the gunshot.

"Thankfully, Konstantin, you didn’t hit anyone," Oleg said, heaving a sigh of relief.

Roman, who had taken away his gun, nodded and looked at the barracks wall where the bullet had hit.

Konstantin, who had finally come to his senses, was not calm at all. Instead, he began to panic. "What the hell is happening in the barracks?" he couldn’t help but cry out.

Before, he never had the problem with sleep, but now he is barely able to tell the difference between reality and dreams, and that too, nightmarish dreams. And it was not only he who had problems in their body recently; it was his squadmates as well.

As soon as Oleg and Roman heard Konstantin cry out, their brows furrowed and their expressions darkened. Oleg, who has always been healthy, is now suffering from constant fever, while Roman, for no apparent reason, goes into a coughing fit. View the correct content at NovelFire

Although all three of them had three different problems and correlation cannot be found, how can their problems not be correlated when most of the people in the barracks are suffering from similar problems to theirs?

The silence persisted for a while before the sound of the gunshot attracted their fellow soldiers and even their captain, Pavel.

With difficulty, Konstantin, Oleg and Roman stood up in attention and saluted their captain.

"What happened," he asked, his voice hoarse.

"It’s the nightmare again, sir," Oleg responded. he was feeling a little light-headed as he got up, but he was soon able to recover.

Pavel Zelensky furrowed his brows in worry. He didn’t seem surprised by the turn of events. If anything, he looked like he had been expecting it. After all, this was the fifth time something like this had happened. Previous incidents had already led to injuries, and once, even to the loss of a life.

Now that he saw no lives were lost this time, he felt a measure of relief.

Yet the faint crease of worry on his brow remained. What troubled him more was the growing number of people falling sick. He could see it with his own eyes; almost everyone in the barracks had some health problem. Fever, sore throat, coughing, or nightmares; it was always something.

The people in the barracks didn’t know it, since they weren’t allowed to leave, but Pavel had been out in the city that was under reconstruction. There, too, he saw the same signs, civilians showing similar symptoms everywhere he went.

His worry only intensified when he remembered the nightmare he had a few hours ago, very similar to the ones the soldiers described. Pavel knew that something bad was happening, but he could not understand how to handle it, so he could only send a message back to the capital asking for them to send more physicians as the current ones were no longer able to cope with this situation, and also inform the situation he had seen.

He was only thankful that the war had not restarted yet, or else he did not know if his soldiers and he could persist in the battle with their current situation.

"From tonight, everyone puts aside their rifles and goes to bed. I do not want any more problems to arise."

Pavel’s orders surprised a lot of people because they have been brutally trained to keep their weapons on their bodies at all times to respond at any moment, but now the captain himself is asking them to put aside the guns and go to bed? How could it be that easy? After fighting in the war, it has almost become their second nature to cling to their weapons; it was like their external limb. It’s to the point they won’t even feel like a complete person if it were not on their hands or on their body.

However, before someone could bring it up, his order was heard again: "This is my order, and I do not accept any insubordination. now disperse."

Everyone quickly left, and Konstantin, Roman and Oleg were left alone. There was silence once again. Only the frequent cough of Roman could be heard. In the end, all three of them drank some wine and slept.

Pavel, who had just gotten back to his quarters, looked shocked because he suddenly felt the viscous texture of blood in his mouth.

"Lord, I beg you, don’t let your lamb perish like this!" He began to intensely pray in his heart, as his nerves could no longer hold it in and he could no longer be composed.

Unknown to anyone, a malicious disease had begun spreading across Transylvania and the surrounding regions. People started falling sick for no apparent reason, and the sickness spread with terrifying speed, far faster than anyone could comprehend. Correct content is on NovelFire

What was truly alarming was that within just a few days of symptoms appearing near Transylvania, the same signs of sickness were already surfacing in Belgrade, Wallachia, and Silistra. The distance between these places should have acted as a barrier, but it was as if the disease ignored time and space altogether.

It had originated in territories under the Russian Empire, but it didn’t stay confined for long. Like a shadow, it crossed borders effortlessly, creeping into the lands of the Romans and then seeping into the Ottoman territories, unstoppable and unrelenting.

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"Nearly all the Pashas have sent the distress message of the disease. Your majesty, whatever this curse is, it is spreading quickly and it has spread all over the armies in the Balkan region."

"They are requesting that we delay the attack on the Russians if the Russians are struggling with similar circumstances."

Mehmed frowned as he listened to the words of the Grand Vizier.

"Alright, let’s send a team to investigate," he decided.

Usually, he would have already chopped off the heads of anyone who asked him to pause his attack on the Russians, but now it was a special situation where nearly all of his soldiers in the Balkans are suffering from one form of disease or another.

Even he began to feel worried about the future,

A similar situation unfolded in the Kremlin. Dmitri Alexandrovich Romanov decided to be cautious and sent a group of intelligence agents to investigate. If the disease is spread in the Ottoman territory as well, then he would delay the attack at least until the people recover from their illness.

But what the two monarchs did not know was that their disdain for the common people had inadvertently saved them, for a time. Since they rarely, if ever, came into contact with anyone from the lower classes, the disease had no chance to reach them directly. However, their luck only took them so far, for their respective capitals had already been compromised. Messengers from the afflicted lands had come and gone, unknowingly carrying the sickness with them, leaving the seeds of the plague to take root within the very heart of their capitals.

P.S. Damn, this was hard to write. I don’t know why.

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