The Wizarding Age

As soon as she stepped out of the Holy Light Chapel, the old witch Gwennaville suddenly stopped and turned her head to look somewhere in the city.

"Old man, what are you still hesitating about? Wait a little longer, the fire witch will run away..." The giant snake wizard Natagu said coldly.

"You go first! I want to go over there to take a look..." The old witch laughed strangely: "I can feel a sweet smell of plague spreading. The fire witch's plague pet is in that direction!"

The giant snake wizard hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded and said: "It's better to split up! You go after the plague poison spirit, and the two of us go after the fire witch. They will always meet up, which is safer... Okay, let's go!"

After that, without saying much, he casually summoned a huge black mamba python with a body length of more than 20 meters, carrying him and the psychic Beniga and following the rich flame smell remaining in the air, and quickly chased towards the distance.

The old witch laughed sinisterly, leaning on a pitch-black wooden staff that was taller than her, and turned into the darkness of the street.

The group of poisonous corpses in the north of the city was retreating.

After receiving the news from Grimm, the plague poison spirit Remi did not hesitate to command the poisonous corpses to move out of the city. Those poisonous corpses with poor qualifications were directly abandoned, and they were allowed to run around in the city, giving the paladins something to do.

Most of the poisonous corpses with apprentice-level strength rushed out of the city wall and moved to the distant wasteland. Among them, there were actually more than a dozen servant corpses who had been promoted to level 1.

Compared with poisonous corpses, servant corpses have more shriveled and lean bodies, but larger skeletons, and their strength, physique and agility have been greatly improved. Their muscles are more solid and dense, and even if they are not wearing any armor, their body defense is not weaker than ordinary enchanted leather armor.

Their movements are also more flexible and agile, and their hands and feet have evolved into sharp claws, which can easily climb and move on walls or ceilings. And the strange flexibility of their limbs allows them to perform various strange movements that are difficult for humans to imitate.

Therefore, they have more killing methods than poisonous corpses, and they are more terrifying!

The plague poison spirit Remi, who is only more than one meter tall and still looks like a four or five-year-old boy, sits on the back of the strongest guy among the servant corpses, leading a group of lively little guys behind him, like a torrent, over the city wall, across the moat, and pouring into the wilderness.

While riding the servant corpse and running forward, Remi glanced around in confusion, always feeling that a pair of gloomy eyes were secretly watching him.

After all, it is a unique creature evolved from the spirit, and it cannot learn knowledge and master witchcraft in a systematic way like a wizard. The abilities it has now are almost all formed spontaneously. Whenever its own strength grows to a certain stage, just like unlocking a certain talent potential, some strange abilities will flow into its brain and be deeply etched into its soul.

In this way, even without learning or practicing, these abilities will automatically become its innate abilities like breathing and sleeping!

After advancing to level 1, Remi's innate ability is plague spores!

After advancing to level 2, Remi's innate ability is plague aura!

After advancing to level 3, Remi's innate ability is plague transformation!

Plague spores can allow Remi to transform himself into an incubator, using his plague talent to continuously release terrible plague spores. Moreover, Remi can simply control the plague spores, and then focus on several directions such as high lethality, high infectivity and high harm.

Plague aura can completely turn Remi into a poisonous spirit. Not only can it quickly spread plague spores, but even the teeth and claws of the plague creatures fighting around it can also be attached with plague toxins.

Seriously speaking, after reaching the 3rd level and having the ability of plague transformation, Remi's own strength was initially formed!

Before, the creatures killed by the plague were dead, and there was no other benefit except bringing some life energy to Remi. But now, with the plague transformation, the creatures that died from the plague have a certain chance to stand up again under the control of the spore toxins and become plague creatures dominated by Remi.

And these plague creatures can also evolve through bloody and cruel killings!

However, their evolutionary route is obviously different from the level improvement in the secular sense, and they follow a killing evolution system. It is simply wishful thinking for ordinary creatures to evolve to the 1st level overnight. However, the plague creature poison corpse transformed by Remi only killed crazily in the city of Haisas, and seventeen 1st-level servant corpses have emerged.

Of course, a large part of the reason is that these servant corpses may have been a trainee knight or a black iron knight before they died. With a good natural foundation and the high quality of blood food in the city of Haisas, the probability of rapid advancement after being transformed into plague creatures is much greater.

However, no matter how much these plague creatures are improved, they will never be able to get rid of Remi's soul shackles in this life!

Because they are dead things, they can only be resurrected by Remi's strange ability. Therefore, in front of this group of plague creatures with a number of six or seven hundred, Remi is their well-deserved king, and the master they are willing to protect with their lives!

From a certain perspective, plague creatures and undead creatures are almost the same.

It's just that the former is driven by plague spores to resurrect, while the latter relies on negative energy to support the soul core.

Driving the poisonous corpses and servant corpses to run wildly in the dark wilderness, the warning in Remi's mind became stronger and stronger.

It suddenly turned its head, and its green eyes immediately caught a strange figure in the blood-red sky.

This was a strange old witch riding a flying broom. She wore a tall pointed hat, had white hair, sunken cheeks, and her face was covered with layers of wrinkles and black age spots. Her hunched waist was almost bent at 90 degrees.

At this time, the old witch was flying in the sky, with a huge blood-red moon disk hanging behind her, which made her look even more gloomy and terrifying.

A third-level witch!

She was also a highly poisonous one!

It took almost no time for Remi to quickly identify the other party.

There was no way, both parties used poison, and the smell of poison could be clearly smelled from a hundred or eighty meters away.

"Hehehe... I didn't expect that it was a contracted spirit that evolved to the third level. I am so lucky now... Tsk, tsk, tsk, it has its own intelligence. It seems that the boy has invested a lot of resources in you!" The old witch sneered and talked to herself, as if she didn't take Remi seriously at all.

Although she was alone and the other party led a small "legion", she still looked like she could easily defeat the other party. There was no other reason, the poisonous corpse army had not yet taken shape.

A group of poisonous corpses at the apprentice level and a dozen servant corpses at the first level were no threat to this third-level poisonous woman, even if the number was increased tenfold.

At the third-level level, it is no longer a simple stacking of numbers that can be killed!

To kill any third-level, you need the right time, the right place, and a large enough cannon fodder army... All three are indispensable.

In the eyes of this third-level poisonous woman, the strength of the poisonous spirit itself is still very fragile, and the witch beast army it has raised is even more vulnerable. If it weren't for the evil taste of killing her opponent, I'm afraid Gwennaville would have attacked long ago.

Damn... It's a poisonous woman!

"Hello, what do you want to do with me?" Plague Poison Spirit Remi showed a sweet and warm smile on his dark green face, blinking his strange green eyes, and looked at the old witch curiously.

While it was talking, a bunch of horrible plague spores that were so dense and tiny that they were difficult to see with the naked eye slowly diffused into the void, infecting the other party's body like an invisible ink.

A distance of two hundred meters is only a matter of six or seven fingers for such strange plague spores!

"Hehe, kid, are you pretending to be cute in front of the old woman? Then I'll let you see the power of the old woman's poison..." The old witch sneered.

Remi's dark green eyes could clearly capture a similarly hidden and invisible poisonous mist emanating from the other party's body, which soon overlapped with the plague spores he spread.

The two poisonous fogs that were still diffused invisibly the previous moment immediately appeared from the void with rolling and shaking. Like two groups of beasts fighting together, they entangled and devoured each other, trying their best to infect each other into their own kind.

The two poisonous fogs were originally only fighting between Remi and the poisonous woman, but as time went by and the night wind blew, the range they covered became larger and larger, and the battlefield also spread to the entire wilderness.

They shook, infected each other, and devoured each other...

The poisonous corpses and servant corpses in the poisonous fog immediately became the main battlefield for the two poisonous fungi to fight. Any poisonous corpse was caught in the poisonous fog, and the tough hard skin on the surface of the body that was originally difficult to be injured by swords and knives immediately began to ulcerate in a large area, as if it had been corroded by strong acid, revealing the bright red flesh underneath that had not yet completely rotted and necrotic.

Sensing the presence of flesh and blood, the two poisonous mists rushed into the bodies of the poisonous corpses like hungry wolves smelling blood, scrambling to control life in every tendon, every bit of flesh and blood, and every organ in their bodies.

No matter which side has the upper hand, they will quickly infect every bit of flesh and blood and bones into their own kind. As streams of black smoke escaped from the eyes, ears, mouth, nose and other holes of the poisonous corpse, the body of the poisonous corpse quickly decayed and disintegrated.

In a blink of an eye, a poisonous corpse with apprentice-level strength was left with only a pile of eroded and dotted bones.

The newly diffused poisonous mist merged into their own team, and invisibly strengthened their own strength.

These poisonous mists are like the most fuel-consuming machines, and the oil they burn is the flesh and blood of any creature!

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