Reincarnation Paradise: The Void Debt Collector

This cold power, like the tentacles of the god of death, tightly wrapped around every soldier and cavalryman.

Their physical strength was rapidly draining away, as if their vitality was being quietly sucked away by this dark force.

The orc soldiers, who were originally full of fighting spirit, now had fatigue written all over their faces.

Their bodies were invaded by various negative conditions, and some soldiers struggled in hallucinations, as if they were trapped in an endless nightmare.

Even the usually brave dwarf cavalry seemed restless at this moment.

In this battlefield shrouded by Yin Wu Lei, both humans and animals felt an unprecedented sense of oppression.

"What happened?"

Siqibaili, the leader of the Dwarf Earth Knights, quickly tightened the reins in his hands to prevent his cavalry from entering the territory where Lin Yi was.

At this time, under the erosion of Lin Yi's Yin Wu Lei, except for the territory occupied by the human soldiers of the Longteng Empire, the rest of the land has been completely eroded by Yin Wu Lei.

With Yin Wu Lei adding a negative status every five seconds, soon all the soldiers in the area fell down.

You should know that the negative states of Yin Wu Lei are no joke. Yin Wu Lei not only adds some insignificant negative states, but also some fatal negative states.

Some soldiers struggled in hallucinations, others groaned in severe pain, and the entire battlefield seemed to have turned into hell on earth.

One soldier's face was covered with black patches, which continued to expand and merge, forming a hideous pattern, making his face distorted and terrifying.

The soldier's eyes were sunken, his eyeballs were bloodshot, and flashing a strange red light, like two burning flames, revealing endless pain and despair.

His lips were cracked, revealing fang-like black teeth, and he kept emitting low, painful moans.

The bodies of other soldiers also underwent terrible changes.

The once strong muscles have atrophied, and the skin is tightly attached to the bones, giving him a sickly thin look.

Some soldiers' limbs became thin and twisted, like dry branches.

The Yin Five Thunders not only corroded the soldiers' bodies, but also destroyed their spirits.

Some soldiers became manic and restless, sometimes letting out heart-wrenching roars and sometimes falling into endless silence.

Plague, smallpox, cholera.

Almost any disease you can think of can be found here.

At this moment, Lin Yi finally showed the true form of Yin Wu Lei after being mutated by the power of the abyss. The horrific erosion instantly caused thousands of tribal soldiers to fall to the ground.

Under the ravages of Yin Wu Lei, Lin Yi's surroundings have turned into a hell on earth.

The power of the abyss spreads like a plague, tinging everything it touches with the eerie color of death.

This area seemed to be cursed, filled with endless terror and despair.

The tribal soldiers looked at the land shrouded in darkness from afar, with deep fear and anxiety in their eyes.

They witnessed with their own eyes the tragic conditions of their compatriots who were eroded by the Yin Wu Lei - their faces were distorted, their bodies were broken, and they were struggling in endless pain.

These shocking scenes left an indelible mark on the orcs' hearts, making them deeply fearful of this dark area.

They tried to avoid it as much as possible, fearing that they would become the next target of the dark forces.

Chapter 403: Violent Infectious Diseases (Subscription Request, Monthly Ticket Request)

The tribal generals eagerly summoned the soldiers and issued a strict order: no one was allowed to approach the dangerous area eroded by Yin Wu Lei.

The soldiers retreated upon hearing the order.

In this hell shrouded by dark forces, the figures of Lin Yi and Su Xiao appeared increasingly abrupt and strange.

They were like two isolated dots, forming a sharp contrast with the surrounding death atmosphere.

"go!"

When the last soldier of the Longteng Empire safely evacuated from the shadow channel, Lin Yi and Su Xiao also prepared to leave through the shadow channel.

Before leaving, Lin Yi originally wanted to smash Lin Xiao No. 1 here, but was stopped by Su Xiao. Everyone just came here to fight, there was no need to smash the pot directly.

If Lin Yi really threw Lin Xiao No. 1 here, then it can be said that everyone in the entire Black Soil Fortress will suffer.

Si Qibaili watched Lin Yi slowly walk into the shadow passage, her heart filled with anger and helplessness.

He wished he could rush over immediately and twist Lin Yi's head off with his own hands.

But unfortunately, he was unable to do this and could only watch the enemy disappear from his sight.

"Where is the high priest? Let him come over and take a look!"

As Lin Yi left, the Yin Wu Lei that filled the surroundings finally dissipated gradually, revealing the brown-yellow ground below.

The tragic situation on the battlefield also became apparent.

Many soldiers struggled painfully due to the erosion of Yin Wu Lei, and some soldiers even died unfortunately due to severe loss of vitality due to too many negative states.

Siqibaili witnessed all this and was filled with grief.

He knew very well that these soldiers were the tribe's valuable strength and he could not sit idly by.

He acted quickly in the hope of saving as many lives as possible.

Soon, the high priest of the tribe was urgently brought to the battlefield.

Siqibaili thought that the arrival of the high priest would bring hope to these suffering soldiers.

However, after taking a look at the situation on the battlefield, the high priest made an unexpected decision.

He sternly ordered Siqibaili to lead all the soldiers to retreat and demanded that all the soldiers here be burned to death.

"What are you doing? These soldiers are still alive!" Siqibaili's voice was full of anxiety and confusion. He couldn't understand why the high priest ordered the burning of those soldiers who were still alive.

Among this group of wounded soldiers, there were 200 members of his Dwarf Knights. Their wailing hurt his heart deeply, and Siqibaili could not give up on them just like that.

"They are beyond saving." The high priest's voice was calm and firm. "If we let the soldiers take them back now, they will only bring death with them."

The high priest was not angry at Siqibelli's rude behavior. He had experienced a lot on the battlefield and knew the situation in the army well.

The high priest sighed, placed his hands gently on Siqibaili's eyes, and began to chant a spell.

Under the spell of the high priest, Siqibaili's eyes were given extraordinary powers.

When Siqibelli looked around the battlefield with his eyes that were endowed with special abilities, he saw a strange scene he had never seen before.

The corroded soldier's body seemed to be surrounded by a thick layer of black, and under this darkness, a strange red light was faintly flashing.

This red light was not unfamiliar to the high priest.

It was once a terrifying symbol of conjunctivitis when it was rampant in the tribe. It was a dreaded and highly contagious disease that brought severe disaster to the tribe.

The fact that these soldiers now radiated the same red glow was undoubtedly an ominous sign, indicating that they were infected with the same terrible disease.

After the high priest's detailed explanation, Siqibaili's worries became heavier.

He knew very well that if these soldiers were rashly brought back to the tribe, they would not only spread the disease to more compatriots, but would also likely cause a plague of unprecedented scale.

The consequences of that would be unbearable for the tribe - countless lives would be lost and the entire tribe might be on the brink of destruction.

"You understand, it's not that I don't want to save them, but that I can't. Once I bring these soldiers back, everyone in the tribe will die."

The scene when conjunctivitis raged through the tribe is still frightening to recall.

The disease, like a silent storm, almost swept through the entire tribe and took away countless precious lives.

The condition of the civilians afflicted with pink eye is so dire that it is beyond words to describe.

The patient's mouth was bleeding, his body was rapidly becoming thin, his skin was tightly attached to his bones, and he looked like a skeleton. It was a horrible sight.

The stench emitted by the disease that eroded the body permeated the air, making people suffocate.

The high fever of nearly 40 degrees put the patient in a state of confusion.

The groans of pain came one after another, like hell on earth.

What is most frightening is their eyes that are dyed blood red by conjunctivitis.

The whites of their eyes were filled with blood, like two burning flames. Every time they opened their eyes in pain, they revealed deep despair and boundless fear.

Because of this, this disease is called "red eye disease". Behind its name are the wails of countless lives and the suffering memories of the entire tribe.

During that time, the entire tribe was shrouded in the shadow of death. People watched helplessly as their loved ones and comrades fell one by one, their hearts filled with grief and despair.

When Siqibaili was young, he suffered from conjunctivitis, and those days were like an unforgettable nightmare for him.

Fortunately, he came from a wealthy family and had enough money to buy expensive herbs and nutritious food.

These timely medical resources saved his life at the critical moment, allowing him to maintain the spark of life in his struggle with death.

In order to save him, his family spared no effort to search for rare medicinal herbs.

These miraculous plants relieved the high fever and pain caused by conjunctivitis to a certain extent.

At the same time, the family carefully prepared nutritious food to provide him with the energy he needed to fight the disease and helped him maintain his strength when he was at his weakest.

Although Siqibaili was extremely weak at that time, he miraculously survived that life-and-death moment with the meticulous care and attention of his family.

Because she had personally experienced the torture of conjunctivitis, Siqibaili believed the high priest's words without a doubt.

He knew that if these soldiers who were corrupted by Yin Wu Lei were brought back to the tribe, a new disaster might occur if they were not careful.

He couldn't let the tragedy of the past happen again, and couldn't let the entire tribe fall into the shadow of death again.

"Everyone! Retreat one hundred meters!" Siqibaili closed his eyes and issued orders to the soldiers around him in a deep voice.

The soldiers were well-trained and carried out the order quickly. They retreated one hundred meters in unison, using the area eroded by Yin Wu Lei as the boundary, completely exposing the area shrouded in death.

Chapter 404: Burnt to ashes (Please subscribe, please vote)

"High Priest, what should I do now?"

Siqi Baili whispered to the high priest for his opinion. Just now, Siqi Baili yelled at the high priest on impulse. Now that Siqi Baili has regained his senses, he naturally wants to ask the high priest for his opinion.

The high priest did not bear a grudge against Siqibaili's previous impulse. He was well aware of the anxiety and pressure that the leader of the Dwarf Knights was feeling at the moment.

In the tribe, the high priest is regarded as the supreme spiritual leader and wise man. His duty is to point out the direction for the tribe members and answer their questions.

Like the alchemists of the Holy Dragon Academy of the Longteng Empire, the high priest is highly respected by the people of the tribe for his outstanding knowledge and extraordinary abilities.

Their wisdom and strength are regarded as indispensable and valuable assets of the tribe, and play a vital role in maintaining the prosperity and stability of the tribe.

Whether in religious ceremonies, decision-making consultation, or resolving disputes and passing on culture, the high priest plays a key role.

When disputes arise within the tribe, the high priest will play the role of mediator, resolving conflicts with fairness and wisdom and maintaining the harmony and stability of the tribe.

At the same time, they are also responsible for inheriting and promoting tribal culture by telling history, imparting knowledge and skills, and ensuring that the traditional culture of the tribe can be passed down from generation to generation.

Their existence provides spiritual guidance and support to tribal members, enabling the entire tribe to unite as one and jointly resist foreign enemies when facing difficulties and challenges.

Because of this, the high priest's position in the tribe is irreplaceable.

"Burn them! These soldiers cannot be saved. If their bodies are not properly handled, the plague will probably rage again." The high priest sighed sadly.

These were all loyal people of the tribe, but now they were to be burned to death at his command. The pain in his heart was beyond words.

"Goblin troops, prepare to hurl."

Following the leader's order, the goblins lit the green phosphorus fire bottles in their hands. The firelight reflected on their cunning faces, looking extremely strange and mysterious.

They took aim and threw the Molotov cocktails in their hands with all their might. Flames streaked across the night sky and headed straight for the soldiers infected with the disease.

In a flash, the green phosphorus fire agent exploded in the air, turning into a blazing green sea of ​​fire.

The fire spread instantly, completely engulfing the helpless soldiers.

There were bursts of screams and wails coming from the sea of ​​fire. The entire battlefield seemed to have turned into hell on earth, which was creepy.

Looking at the screaming soldiers, Siqibaili's teeth were almost broken. His eyes were fixed on the soldiers wailing in the flames, as if he wanted to remember this scene in his heart.

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After the green fire raged, the tribe's soldiers were reduced to ashes in just one minute.

The ground was vitrified by high temperature, forming an elliptical glass surface with a diameter of about fifty meters.

A sour smell filled the air, the residual smell of burning.