above the disease

Chapter 1089 The Holy Feast of the Plague (Part 1)

Tarranton.

The common people at the bottom of society know what happened.

That mysterious voice has been forgotten.

All that is known is that the city's master, the powerful progenitor-level plague [Dead Pancreas], mysteriously disappeared.

However, those low-level immortality warriors clearly felt their abilities weakened by the plague.

However, after the Tree of Immortality disappeared, the disappearance of the Dead Pancreas became less important.

The Longevity Army, as a component of the Sick Kingdom, has always operated outside of its system, making them a troublesome force.

After all, the Immortal Tree was nominally the second most powerful figure in the royal court. Cadres like Dead Pancreas and Brain Damage genuinely believed that the Immortal Tree could rival the King God for the title of the strongest plague.

Of course, Zhou Zhi was also aware that some of his fragmented information had probably been known to the higher-ups in the sick country.

At least they will know that a top-tier plague eradicator has appeared within the territory of the disease-ridden country.

The others are not so important.

"I feel better than ever before in my pancreas."

Twenty-three, brimming with pride: "Wow, that's amazing... the severed limbs of my beloved father."

For Twenty-Three to say something like that, amputation is indeed the underlying logic of the pandemic world.

“The twenty-third young lady is the most powerful. You were able to fight the demigod [Ruan Yin], who had a severed limb, to a standstill.”

After Zhou Zhi finished speaking, Miss Twenty-Three immediately corrected him: "It's fifty-fifty, I just didn't notice."

Twenty-Three had long forgotten the specific details, but after so many years of getting along, he had become more and more human, just like Zhou Zhi back then.

On the path to becoming a human being, being stubborn is essential.

…………

Half a month later.

Formerly the Felice Royal Court.

The current... sick king's capital.

In the darkness, rodents flickered past, creating an eerie scene.

Crows, fleas.

They were densely distributed throughout the palace.

"The cadres of the Longevity Army have all mysteriously disappeared... [Disappearance], huh? That's interesting."

A sharp sound, hidden behind the curtain.

It is a shadow that resembles a human.

Dressed in exquisite [Duke] attire, he exuded a unique air of nobility.

However, the shadow of the rat's head on the outfit obscured its noble air, making it appear strange and dilapidated instead.

"Those plagues of the Longevity Army are unruly. If the Longevity Tree hadn't been in seclusion for twenty years, those guys would probably have already made a move for the position of [King God]. They have no elegance whatsoever, only recklessness and vulgarity."

The Plague Court, [The Duke of Black Death]!
The super plague that swept through a period of great disaster.

In today's morbid era, it has become a grand stage!
"Bring people along!"

The rat minister beside him spoke in broken language: "Those immortal army soldiers are nothing but arrogant madmen who rely on proliferation and immortality... If you want, you can turn these trash into your elegant vassals at any time."

The shadow of the Black Death Duke swayed.

The disease is evolving.

Among the rat riders and flea knights under his command, many of the originally low-level pathogens have now developed into highly intelligent individuals.

They are becoming more and more like humans.

This was a great thing for the Duke of Black Death.

Disease is not a vassal of humanity.

Epidemics should be a part of humanity in this new era.

Duke Black Death was pleased with the rat's flattery. His eyes darted through the disease fog and toward the Felice Royal Court, which was shrouded in the fog.

Because of the Plague Feast, geniuses from all three realms of the Plague Kingdom have gathered here.

The purpose was to obtain a more powerful disease.

By getting vaccinated, one can harness the power of the disease, exacerbate the tendency to become pathogenic, and gain a higher status.

“That’s right! Not only can we make the Longevity Army our vassals, but we can also make these humans our vassals.”

"I've really had enough of that place, the Dark Continent." Duke Black Death could still vividly recall the humiliation of being banished to the depths of the Dark Continent by the Bird-Beak Doctor during the Great Catastrophe.

Not elegant!
That's not elegant at all!
"but……"

The Duke of Black Death poked out his enormous rat head.

The fingers form a circle, encircling the eyes.

Looking from top to bottom.

"And there are still quite a few little mice trying to... [dream] under the watchful eyes of the gods."

…………

King's capital.

An underground gathering.

A number of people wearing capes are gathering here.

“There are pathogen detection devices everywhere. We must maintain a high level of pathogen detection for a long time, otherwise we will definitely be discovered by the law enforcement team of the pathogenic country.”

The leader's eyes were serious: "If we are discovered... it will be worse than death."

"Fang Mianzhi has already noticed and seems to be checking the team. It's easy for them to find our people. If the blood sugar-raising drugs can't be delivered to the adults in time, and the disease level drops in public, everything will be over."

Gong Heng – [The Wanderer].

Former members of the Imperial Medical Academy of the Chengyun Dynasty.

“Sending a human-dragon into the sick country would require a huge price.”

"Such a price... forces us to be extremely careful in everything we do."

This plague banquet will bring together geniuses from all three realms of the plague kingdom.

Grand events can also bring chaos.

There are also temporary ways to circumvent the detection methods used for pathological examination.

Beside him, a young girl with strange spots on her face bit her lip: "But... this is the capital."

"The Duke of Black Death is presiding over this banquet. The Duke of Black Death... is the progenitor."

If it weren't for the plague-eradicating barrier set up here, the girl wouldn't even dare to mention that rat-headed man's name.

Yes.

The people sent in this time are indeed important figures.

After the fall of the Chengyun Dynasty, he became the head of the Imperial Medical Academy at a young age, a genius among men, and undoubtedly a giant.

but……

Among the wanderers, there are only a few who are recognized as being above the human dragon, and each of them is under close surveillance by the Holy Kingdom and the Blighted Kingdom, making it impossible for them to move at all.

“Nan Que, this is Dean Tang’s instruction. You should know how legendary she is as an anti-epidemic warrior.”

"For her to take such a risk, her target must not be someone like Fang Mianzhi at all."

Gong Heng coldly said, "Our target is that holy son who was born with an illness."

"This so-called banquet was held entirely for him."

Outside, in a tall building.

Fang Mianzhi, a genius born out of wedlock to a prince in the former Chengyun Dynasty who held no real power, is now solemnly watching the army marching in the distance.

Beside him, a girl with an exotic air was shaking a wind chime in her hand.

Kang Rou, a genius of the Vacuum Realm.

"[A person born with illness]...A super genius of a sick country."

"Initially... everyone thought he was carrying ordinary pneumonia."

"I really didn't expect it."

"Could it be that our Holy Prince can truly gain the favor of the Great God and usurp the Emperor's throne?"

Kang Rou spoke softly and gently, as if she were tickling someone.

Fang Mianzhi lowered his head slightly.

"To replace them?"

"Let's see if our [Shen Mudian] is qualified."

(End of this chapter)