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Chapter 963: Moroi’s Fiend 2

Chapter 963: Moroi’s Fiend 2

In East European folklore, especially the Romanian folklore, a Moroi is a type of undead and an evil spirit that is often associated with restless dead, vampiric nature, night spirits, and shape-shifting. Legend says that Moroi, an evil being linked with graveyards and battlefields where the dead remained unsettled, brings forth curses, sickness, and a deadly plague.

As days passed, the people of Transylvania, Budapest, Moldova, Belgrade, Wallachia, and Silistra began to associate the strange disease spreading across Eastern Europe with the Fiend of the malevolent being Moroi.

It took only a few days from the moment people first noticed the odd sickness for it to spread like wildfire, along with the dread it carried. Fear gripped the population, and in the further regions, people either tried to flee or locked themselves indoors, refusing to step out no matter the reason. Meanwhile, for those who had suffered the illness the longest, their symptoms continued to worsen with each passing day.

The people of Transylvania, however, had it the hardest. It wasn’t that they didn’t want to escape—they simply couldn’t. Years of war had already left the city battered and broken, with transportation severely crippled. On top of that, many were too sick to even attempt fleeing, and those who could still stand couldn’t afford to travel far.

After all, who would have thought that what seemed like a minor sickness at first would become a life-ending crisis? And even if they had known, how could they have foreseen that the disease would soon spill into the neighbouring regions as well?

Captain Pavel, who was able to walk and talk like a normal person albeit with a sore throat a few days ago, is now bedridden, unable to exert any strength. The physicians attending to him did not know what to make of his condition and how to treat it.

People even began to fear coming close to him, but unfortunately, people like the captain were to be found everywhere in the barracks. Be it Konstantin, Oleg, Roman or anyone else, all of them were placed within tents with only a few physicians and priests attending to the hundreds of soldiers similar to them.

The poor physicians and priests didn’t know what to do with the soldiers who were coughing out blood by the mouthfuls and were no longer able to stand up.

Left with no other choice, an old priest suddenly started to chant a mantra,

"By grave and stone, by blood and bone,

Moroi’s breath be not my own.

Salt the soil, burn the dead,

Keep thy shadow from my bed.

Ash to ash, and flame to fiend,

Seal the maw that’s left unseen.

Let no black breath pass this door,

Or curse my kin forevermore."

"Brother *cough* Brother Ivan, what are you speaking?" Suddenly, a fellow priest asked, as he covered his mouth and coughed incessantly.

Ivan stopped his chant midway and sighed, "It’s a folkloric chant of the people in this region. Apparently, constantly speaking these chants and sprinkling garlic over the people afflicted by the Fiend of Moroi, the curse could be brought under control."

"Unfortunately, we no longer have any garlic, so I am just trying my best to put the soldiers at ease."

Hearing his words, the fellow priest immediately wanted to disagree and argue with the old man because what he was doing now was blasphemous, but thinking about his own situation and his fate, words did not come out of his mouth. His weakening legs did not do him any good either; his will has already been battered and his faith already shaken.

In the end, he could only quiet down and start to chant the mantra in his own heart.

Outside the barracks, only a few hundred metres away, the city of Transylvania, which was about to be rebuilt, has suddenly turned into literal hell.

In this city, the order had completely collapsed, where the guards no longer patrolled the streets and the soldiers no longer manned the sentries. With the absence of any supervisory force, the darkness in human nature was completely released. People do unimaginable things when they are desperate. Most people were sick, but even while they were sick, they wouldn’t go down so easily without having the last laugh.

Greedy men robbed the houses, shops and establishments of their wealth without any limit. Lustful men raped and defiled every woman they saw. A poor neighbour could not take it anymore, and in the midst of his suffering, he slaughtered the rich neighbour’s entire family in envy. In their last moments, people began to devour whatever they could find as if it was their last meal, they began to kill each other in anger, burn everything they see, even using the priced liquor as the fuel to light up the flames in this cold day and in an even colder city, some had even completely given up on life and simply laid down waiting for death.

And different from all these people confined to hell, there were even people who were not affected by the disease and were pulsing with senseless pride.

Cries, coughing, blood-curdling screams and sounds of agony could be heard in every street and corner of the city. The people of Transylvania could not help but lose all hope, give in to their suffering and become puppets of fate.

It was almost as if the seven deadly sins themselves had become personified in Transylvania.

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Kremlin

Dmitri was almost shivering with fright because he just received the news of over 3000 people being found dead in the army barracks of Transylvania.

But more horrifyingly, he began to receive reports on the disease spreading in the capital as well. NovelFire

He was extremely scared, and his mind couldn’t help but become more reckless.

"Quickly shut off the border and burn down the cities where Moroi’s Fiend can be found."

This decision of his immediately shocked his courtiers.

"But your majesty, there are still soldiers in the Balkan region. What are we going to do about them?"

"Also, the people..."

However, before the courtier could finish his sentence, he was hit in the head by the thick report book thrown by Dmitri.

"There is rarely anyone surviving from the Moroi’s Fiend, and nearly all the people in major cities of the Balkan region have been cursed by Moroi’s Fiend."

"So these are no longer people but minions of the devil who are doing the devil’s bidding, so it is only right that we burn down these minions."

"As for those who are not affected, have them come to the border. let’s quarantine them. If they can live well for a week without showing any signs of disease, then they are free to enter the empire."

"From now on we will completely cut off any sort of trade and contact with the Balkan region and retake the lands we have conquered after the devil’s reign ends."

Dmitri was feeling too insecure; he began to see each and every person around him as the devil’s minion, so in recent days, he has kept a distance from everyone.

For fear that someone in his family would be cursed, he even locked his wife and children in the palace and did not allow them to get out. He even locked up the servants in their quarters for fear that they would go out of the palace and bring the curse with them.

"Quickly pack up, you are leaving Moscow."

He was planning to send away his wife and children to a remote countryside, and he himself was determined to lock himself up in the palace until the effects of the curse ended.

Dmitri was not the only one who noticed the breath of death slowly engulfing Moscow; other smart people also realised this, and they took a similar measure to that of the emperor.

All of a sudden, many nobles in Moscow could be seen desperately hoarding holy water, garlic, and several ayurvedic concoctions from the Bharatiya Empire.

However, whether it is too late or not is yet to be seen.

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The old priest Ivan sat slumped on the chair, unable to feel any emotions. Nearly all the soldiers in the barracks had died. Only a few hundred people out of the thousands were able to recover from the curse and survive, but as soon as they recovered and were able to move, they all ran away from the barracks, no longer caring about the military orders or discipline.

Only Ivan and a few other sentimental people who couldn’t ignore the dead were left in the barracks, accompanying the people who were on their final journey.

"Bang!"

A gunshot was heard, and Ivan did not even turn around to look because he already knew that another soldier had died, either by committing suicide or shot by a comrade as a last act of kindness and mercy.

He had already heard hundreds of these gunshots from the last week, and he had grown numb to it. Ivan couldn’t help but ask why he is still healthy and why he was not cursed. Was he a holy person, blessed by God for his pure soul? He did not think so because he knew himself; he had all kinds of desires and wishes like any normal person. He liked money, he liked power, sometimes he even liked women. He is clearly not a devout Christian, but why was he alive? Why was he not cursed? This question ate him in his heart. NovelFire

However, when he was lost in thought, the sound of a sizzling fire was heard.

He looked up and saw flames rising up from the tents in the east. At the store rooms, the barracks were on fire.

It was burning on all sides, and its embers could be seen rising to the sky.

"Maybe this is a good way to go," he said to himself as he didn’t even try to run away.

P.S. Man, I really should have read some virus infection type works