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Chapter 167 - 153: The End of the Plague Slaughter City Incident

Chapter 167: Chapter 153: The End of the Plague Slaughter City Incident

A few people rushed out and saw four or five undead that had been transformed by the Abyss fighting hand-to-hand with Green Skins. The Green Skins, truly a new race, grabbed iron bars and repeatedly smashed them onto the bodies of the Abyss-transformed undead.

It was a complete crushing.

Sitan couldn’t help but shout, "That is the Abyss!"

The Abyss!

All the Green Skins shivered and instinctively stepped back.

"Those who have touched the Abyss, don’t worry," Sitan yelled, "We once fought at the front lines of the Great Rift. As a logistical unit, we have resistance medicine on us that can eliminate the Abyssal Curse!"

As he spoke, he took out a small vial from his pocket, "But there isn’t much medicine, so only those who have come into contact with the Abyss should act, the rest of you stay back."

Hearing there was medicine, the Green Skins who had previously contacted the Abyss-transformed undead sighed in relief and then excitedly pounced on the undead, violently tearing them apart.

The Green Skins initiated an easy slaughter against the Abyss-transformed undead, their burst-open corpses turned to ash, leaving only dripping pus scattered on the ground.

The leader of the Green Skins turned to look at Sitan.

Sitan tossed him a pill and explained, "At the Abyss front, we were divided into three units."

"The Catastrophe Executioners, who fought at the very front lines against the Abyssal creatures, although they’re commonly referred to as Lord Iris Flower, are responsible for battling the Abyssal monsters."

"Next are the Gardeners, who deal with the Iris Flowers contaminated by the Abyss."

"And there is something called ’fertilizer,’" Sitan pointed to himself and grinned, "The logistics transporting supplies, the mentors who taught and trained, the blacksmiths who repaired weapons, and the pharmacists who made the resistance medicine. We were previously responsible for transporting supplies in the logistics; the resistance medicine is very precious. If you saw the way those guys with iron cage helmets make this stuff... Ah, every single one could help us live a little longer."

"What do you mean by this?" the Green Skin leader looked at the resistance medicine pill in his palm, "Not enough to go around."

"It’s for you to eat," Sitan said, "Killing them, you could also be eroded by the Abyss; the resistance medicine can prevent that."

"You just said you have medicine!" the Green Skin leader glared with wide eyes.

"Yeah, I did say that, didn’t I just give it to you?" Sitan pointed out, "This is just resistance medicine, not a cure. The Abyssal Curse cannot be cured."

Sharuba, who had been silent until then, also spoke up, "Let’s get on with it, there’s no time."

Those directly cursed by the Abyss had no chance of surviving, but taking resistance medicine beforehand can slow down the speed of the Abyssal Curse.

For those Green Skins who had just been infected and not yet transformed by the Abyss, their bodies weren’t highly contaminated.

Taking the medicine before acting could ensure absolute safety.

"Roar!" the Green Skin leader roared in anger, but his fear of the Abyss still made him choose to follow the two men’s advice.

After swallowing the resistance medicine, he pounced on that batch of Green Skins who had directly contacted the Abyss-transformed creatures.

He pounded their chests with his fists, one punch after another.

In the blink of an eye, only a pile of Green Skin corpses remained.

The Green Skin leader’s chest heaved violently; the thick green blood on his fists and the look he shot toward Sitan and Sharuba was filled with hatred.

But he also knew that this was the best way to handle it.

If Sitan hadn’t tricked that part of the Green Skins into acting first with his method, perhaps the entire abandoned port could have fallen by now.

"The bodies must be dealt with quickly," Sharuba said, "We need flames to burn them."

"The Abyss fears flames?" The Green Skin leader calmed his emotions.

"No," Sharuba shook his head, "The Abyss fears nothing, but it cannot manipulate what has reached its end. Flames happen to make everything disappear into ashes, and ashes are everything’s endpoint."

...

The Calamity plague had not stopped its steps, spreading outwards from Persimmon Town as the origin point.

A part of it chose to head south.

A crescent-shaped mountain obscured their view, and as the Abyss-transformed creatures moved forward, unbeknownst to them, they entered a vast graveyard.

Under the broken moonlight, as copious crypts and scattered tombstones filled the extensive burial site, shaky skeletons rose up.

The Abyss creatures clashed with the undead.

Black pus splashed, yet the undead drenched in the pus showed little reaction, and even after being dismembered, they would stand up again upon hearing the chanting from nowhere.

The Abyss-transformed creatures that had completely obliterated a small town were quietly halted in the graveyard, unable to advance even a step further.

...

Undead also chose to shuttle back to Star Dragon Ridge via the underground cave waterways beneath the Red Dragon Foothills.

There is never a shortage of undead who want to watch the excitement.

Fun is the reason.

However, since leaving the west of the Red Dragon Foothills, the undead hadn’t returned for a long time. As they passed through the caves, they found themselves greeted by newly erected small military installations.

Rows of repeating crossbows, designed by the undead themselves, were emitting a chilling light.

As Lind’s major resource backup, the area west of the Red Dragon Foothills had the most resources invested in it. Traps and crossbows were endlessly produced by nearly two thousand people in an industrialized town.

Lind had his reasons for relocating the undead from Star Dragon Ridge, mainly to minimize contact between the undead and NPCs, never knowing when they might go berserk.

It could be said that as long as the enemy couldn’t fly, even if Serene rode the Earth Dragon again, these weapons would suffice to grind her to death.

Saying it was as impenetrable as a wall of bronze and iron would not be an exaggeration.

"Cough cough—"

The undead, who had just managed to cough twice, were immediately engulfed in a barrage of arrows.

The ground trembled continuously under uninterrupted shooting, making it look as if it had been cleansed by heavy rain, and all was pitch black.

There were no figures, just heaps of ashes that dispersed with the wind.

...

At the Crossroads of Faith, undead infected with the plague tried to contaminate the Catastrophe Warhorses. Since I can’t have the warhorses, neither can you.

But to their surprise, they were met by Lind’s strongest horse-capturing team, all Great Knights, who had already received Lind’s message and quickly annihilated the Abyssal-infected undead in a crushing manner, putting an end to their twisted pleasure.

Two of the undead panicked and chose to flee without having spread the plague.

The link of consciousness was severed, and they completely lost control.

However, those undead controlled by the Abyss didn’t stop moving. They confidently headed north from the Crossroads of Faith and unexpectedly arrived at a bustling mine.

Charging in, then... the Abyssal infection began.

As the team of Great Knights arrived, looking at the chaotic Starlet Mine, they swallowed hard, "This is bad!"

"What should we do?"

"Seal it off! We absolutely can’t let anything inside come out. The lord said that Abyssal-infected creatures would progressively weaken and eventually die, as long as we hold out."

Blowing up the mine entrance was the best option.

It was not difficult for a group of Great Knights to collapse the mine together. As for the problem of mineral resources, it would have to be considered after surviving this disaster.

...

The Volcano Monster Bird, screeching, flapped its bald, fleshy wings as if they were arrows and landed in front of Lind.

After landing, its neck stood almost as tall as a man.

Lind casually tossed a Fragment of the Heart of Calamity, and the Volcano Monster Bird squawked loudly, catching the Heart of Calamity in its mouth, bobbing its head, and the piece of the Heart slipped into its stomach, slightly intensifying its aura.

Currently, the undead lacked means to fight in the air, and in emergencies, the Volcano Monster Bird could also carry messages. Once their strength grew, it wouldn’t be possible.

The message came from the Crossroads of Faith, although Lind had already received a letter from Prey Town before this.

"These undead," Lind frowned.

Most undead did not like to cause trouble, but just those twenty or thirty who acted on their own spread the plague rapidly. Now, even Lind could only ensure that the plague in his own territory was eliminated, but couldn’t be sure about the safety of other areas.

There are always a considerable number of fun-seekers. After all, it is just a game, why should they elevate their level of morals so high?

This is only a game.

Who playing GTA could resist not going on a rampage? A game experience without being chased by four stars is incomplete.

Lind looked at the undead who, after resurrection, were restricted from acting recklessly. They were excitedly discussing and enthusiastically communicating with other players on the official website.

The route of the Abyss-affected undead was not hard to trace; people even started to organize images and texts marking the paths of the undead.

Many people died, affecting numerous towns, but the undead did not feel it was real; they merely thought it exciting and fun.

Eventually, Lind could only conclude the situation by stating that the plague spread was already under control. He had no other options, and after all, this out-of-script plague event was also related to him.

He himself could not stop; even knowing that a plague was about to break out, he still had to make a move against Leon Territory.