It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 961: The Plague Girl is finished, the Plague Lord has fallen! (Ten thousand rewards plus update 3)
Chapter 961: The Plague Girl is finished, the Plague Lord has fallen! (Ten thousand rewards plus update 3)
Cerela throws fireballs, rings and walls of fire everywhere.
Grete leaned next to her, stretched out the spiritual power mesh, and kept throwing various bacteria-killing techniques. According to the content in the "Infectious Diseases" in the previous life, all pathogenic bacteria came one by one, even on the cows.
None of the germs were spared.
What?
Viral infectious disease?
Kill him. He really can't memorize the structure of the virus. He can't do it with mental locking. Let's wait until he gets an electron microscope. Anyway, he has killed the main pathogenic bacteria. The power of the plague girl
, can save more than half.
While he was fighting desperately, the Golden Eagle warriors also flew in at full speed from outside the battlefield to join the battle.
The fighting power of these golden eagle warriors is not comparable to the tribal warriors who spread their legs below, swinging their battle axes and clubs. They waved the weapons in their hands lightly, and one after another air blades flew out, bright and sharp,
Show off your edge:
Each one of them can annihilate a large piece of the plague girl's black mist.
What's even more frightening is that each warrior is burning with faint golden flames, and every time his wings flap, golden fire flies out from the wingtips.
Wherever it burned, the black air burst into flames and burst into flames. In terms of momentum, the golden flame was much smaller than the fireball thrown by Zirilla, but its burning efficiency was no less than hers.
In addition to the golden eagle warriors, there are the gods of kestrels, buffaloes, and rivers on the ground, as well as totem gods large and small. Anyone who can take off has tried their best to rise. Pull up, dive,
Chase and intercept, trying to hunt down the diseased girl
Even the White-Horned King, with his strongest descendants, raised his head hard and exhaled puffs of breath. Every time a puff exploded, Gretel could sense a scream and a sound.
Excited cheers:
Come on!
For the tribe!
Beat the plague girl to death, beat her to death so that she can never hurt the children of the tribe again!
Grete concentrated on throwing pathogenic bacteria-killing spells, one grid, one grid, and one grid after another, trying to clear out the remaining forces of the plague girl. Cerela took him around in the air once, twice, and suddenly stabbed
Stab him:
"Why!"
"how?"
"That devil has escaped! Should we go after him?"
This is... don't you even want to say the name "Plague Girl"? However, that dementor-like appearance does not deserve the name "Plague Girl". Moreover, even the dementors have been dispersed now.
, even more unworthy...
The corners of Gretel's mouth curled up, and he looked in the distance in the direction of Cerela's finger. A thin black air stuck to the ground and fled quickly. The god of kestrels closed his wings, dived down at high speed, and pursued after him.
.
Behind the kestrel god, six golden eagle warriors formed an array, their bodies shrouded in the shadow of the golden eagle, and they were also in rapid pursuit. Behind the golden eagle, totem gods and warriors swarmed up...
"What are they doing?"
"It seems like you are grabbing something..."
Gretel looked at it from a distance, not very interested. What is there to grab from the plague girl? Mosquitoes, flies, fleas and bed bugs?
Thanks, if he had a bottle of pesticide in his hand, he would rather hold down the button and spray out the pesticide in one go, killing all these things. As for the legendary ecological balance, what ecological balance?
What ecological balance is important to having my mood and vision clean?
As for bacteria, please, pathogenic bacteria and so on. If a magician from the plague branch saw it, he would really be overjoyed and call his friends to rush to grab it. But in Gretel's opinion, forget it, he would rather collect it slowly
, slowly cultivated in the laboratory.
Anyway, he has already cultivated a large number of them in his laboratory, right?
"Forget it, with so many people rushing forward, we should be able to beat that devil to death..." Taking care of Serira's mood, Gretel also referred to the "disease girl" as "that devil":
"Let's sweep up its remnants and not rob it. There shouldn't be much to rob for a devil, right?"
His heart suddenly jumped heavily. It seemed as if something was about to move, eager to come out. Gretel subconsciously raised the oak staff and stabbed straight ahead, towards the direction in which the diseased girl was escaping.
The head of the staff flashed with light. The little snake that had been sleeping after feasting on the power of the female snake suddenly appeared on the oak staff.
The petite and slender body has grown from one foot to three feet, and each snake scale is shining with gem-like light. It wraps the front end of the oak staff with its tail, supports its body and stretches forward as much as possible. The snake hesitates.
Like lightning:
"Want! Want! Want! Eat! Eat! Eat!"
"What to eat?"
"eat!"
I'm afraid this little snake is not a fool...
Grete has a headache. He can’t hit him, but he can’t scold him. He uses his mental power to communicate, and all he knows is “eat, eat, eat”...
Gretel tried to straighten the oak stick, and the little snake immediately bent down, forming an upside-down "L" shape with the oak stick; then he turned the oak stick around, and the little snake instantly reversed its direction, coiled and bounced, and returned to its original position.
It shoots out in the direction.
Okay, no matter what it wants to eat, it is in the direction of the plague girl... Gretel looked at Cerela inquiringly:
"It wants to grab something to eat over there. Should we go over there?"
"Fine!"
Cerela hugged Gretel's waist again, adjusted the direction, and shot forward quickly. The hot wind blew past their ears, and not long after, they passed the chasing warriors below and passed a group of low-level totem gods.
Get to the front line:
The phantom of the eagle beside the Golden Eagle Warrior and the giant kestrel god are chasing and killing each other. On the ground, a black shadow rushes left and right, flying against the ground for a while, shooting at high speed for a while, and then shooting again and again.
Dive into the ground...
The terrain ahead is extremely complex, with dense forests, rapids, waterfalls, and swamps all crisscrossing each other. The eagles and kestrels rise and fall in succession, but they are never able to accomplish the task in one battle, and can only tear off bits and pieces of black energy from the diseased girl.
Cerela and Gretel arrived quickly. The kestrel looked back, ignored him, and attacked vigorously. However, the eagle made a sharp sound, flapped its wings, and the feathers on its neck also expanded, a little towards him.
Demonstration means.
"Do you want to go now?" Gretel stroked the little snake on the oak staff, which was coiling and uncoiling impatiently, and communicated with it in a low voice:
"The fight over there hasn't finished yet, let's wait a moment? They are all very strong. If I can't beat them, you can't beat them, right? Do you want to wait until they finish fighting and then go up and pick some more?"
"No need!" Cerela suddenly interrupted. She pulled Gretel hard:
"We fought so hard, why should we let them take advantage? We also have the ability to fight head-on! Let's go!"
She inhaled, exhaled, opened her voice, and roared. As she roared, her silver-blue eyes instantly turned vertical, and even thin lines like dragon scales appeared on the side of her cheeks.
This Miss Silver Dragon used her strongest pressure in her human form to declare with all her strength:
"I am coming!"
The golden eagle and the kestrel looked at each other and separated in a tacit understanding, making way for a path. Cerela took a few steps forward and raised her hand and pointed:
"brush!"
A huge, semi-circular wall of fire spread out in the distance. Even if the flames condensed and did not spit out fiercely, the black air near the fire wall instantly retracted and penetrated downward. Gretel's perception was also accompanied by a sharp sound.
wailing.
The golden eagle and the kestrel attacked at the same time. Gretel did not follow, but put his oak staff on the ground, lowered his head, closed his eyes, and began to sense:
The green leaves on the head of the staff sway, wave after wave, conveying Gretel's thoughts. Tell it to the forest, to the shrubs, to the weeds, to the swaying water plants in the stream, and to the soft green algae in the swamp:
Tell me where it is!
Tell me where it is!
That is the enemy, the enemy of nature, the destroyer! Trees, weeds, insects, birds and beasts, point out its location for me, and work with me to strangle its remaining power!
The misty green rose from Grete's body, intertwined with and resonated with the surrounding nature. Gradually, the surrounding terrain appeared clearly in his meditative vision:
Where are the green trees rising from the ground, where are the streams where fish and shrimps swim, where are the rock cliffs, where are the black swamps and where are the siltation. Where are the huge rings of fire standing, where are the bright or dark forces constantly...
lap……
"Here it is!"
Gretel suddenly opened his eyes. At the same time, the little snake flew out and turned into a stream of black and white light, directly plunging into the center of the black light.
When it rushed in, it was still as thick as a tachyon, less than a foot long. It coiled up into a small strip as big as a palm. After rushing into the center of the black light, it suddenly opened its mouth. The small snake's snout opened as hard as possible, at 45 degrees, 60 degrees, and 90 degrees.
,145 degrees...
Opening it wider and wider, opening it wider and wider, tearing a bite out of the black light and swallowing it into the belly. Then, another bite, another bite, another bite...
"Eat less! Be careful of getting hit!"
Gretel concentrated his mind and tried his best to remind. The little snake paused, and its body suddenly became illusory. It dived into the ground and disappeared. Phew, it's okay, it knows how to avoid...
Just as Grete breathed a sigh of relief, it came out from another place again, with its bulging body, it rushed into the black air and took another mouthful.
Grete closed her eyes helplessly. You are too brave. Although the plague girl was beaten so hard that she couldn't hold her head up, there were two others!
Fortunately, golden eagles and kestrels fight dogs, no, they fight snakes. It depends on the owner, and the snake is tolerated to the greatest extent. They fell to the ground, immersed themselves in eating, and didn't even look at the little snake.
Of course, from Gretel's point of view, this is probably because the war has entered the final stage, and if you don't eat, it will be gone...
All in all, the little snake ate one bite after another until it turned itself into a big python that was more than three meters long and as thick as the mouth of a bowl, and it did not suffer any attacks.
Finally, it stretched out in circles, a bit like a body with a lot of tires, and pounced on Gretel. It straightened up and turned into a stream of light, rushing into his meditation world...
"Grete! Grete! Grete, hold on!"
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