Chapter 967 The Plague Girl Is Finished, the Plague Lord Has Fallen! (Ten Thousand Rewards Plus 3 Updates)

Cerela throws fireballs, rings and walls of fire everywhere.

Grete leaned next to her, stretched out the mental power mesh, and kept throwing various bacteria-killing techniques. According to the contents of the "Infectious Diseases" in the previous life, all pathogenic bacteria were visited one by one, even the bacteria on the cattle were not spared.

What?

Viral infectious disease?

Just kill him. He really can't memorize the structure of the virus, and he can't do it with mental locking. Let's wait until he gets an electron microscope to talk about this thing. Anyway, after killing the main pathogenic bacteria, the disease girl's power will be reduced by 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 combat effectiveness of these Golden Eagle warriors is not comparable to the tribal warriors below who are swinging their tomahawks and clubs with their legs outstretched. They waved the weapons in their hands lightly, and air blades flew out one after another, bright and sharp, with their edge clearly visible:

Each one of them can annihilate a large piece of the disease girl's black mist.

What's even more frightening is that each warrior is burning with a faint golden flame, and every time the wings flap, golden fire flies out from the wingtips.

Wherever it burned, the black air burst into flames. In terms of momentum, the golden flame was much smaller than the fireball thrown by Ruila, but its burning efficiency was no less than hers.

In addition to the golden eagle warriors, there are also the gods of kestrels, buffaloes, and rivers on the ground, as well as totem gods of all sizes. Everything that could rise into the sky had done its best to rise. Pull up, swoop down, chase and intercept, and try to hunt down the plague girl——

Even the White-Horned King, with his strongest descendants, raised his head hard and exhaled puff after puff of breath. Every time a ball explodes, Grete's perception will be filled with a scream and an excited cheer:

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!

Gretel was concentrating on throwing out the pathogenic bacteria-killing skills one by one, one by one, and one by one, trying to clear out the remaining forces of the diseased girl. Serila took him around in the air, twice, and suddenly poked him:

"Why!"

"how?"

"That devil ran away! Should we go after him?"

This is... don't you even want to say the name of "Pandemic Girl"? However, that dementor-like appearance does not deserve the name "Plague Girl". Moreover, now that even the Dementors have been dispersed, they are even less worthy...

Gretel curled up the corner of her mouth and looked in the distance in the direction of Cerela's finger. A thin piece of black air stuck to the ground and fled quickly. The kestrel god closed its wings, swooped down at high speed, and pursued behind.

Behind the God of Kestrel, six golden eagle warriors formed an array, their bodies shrouded by the faint 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's there to grab in the Plague Maiden? Mosquitoes, flies, fleas and bedbugs?

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 - come on, pathogenic bacteria or something like that, if a magician from the plague branch saw it, they would be really happy and call their friends to rush to grab it. But in Grete's opinion, forget it, he would rather collect it slowly and cultivate it in the laboratory slowly.

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. A devil shouldn't have much to rob - huh?"

His heart suddenly jumped heavily. It seemed that 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 plague girl was escaping.

The head of the staff flashed with light. The little snake that had been sleeping after feasting on the female snake's power suddenly appeared on the oak staff.

The petite and slender body has grown from one foot to three feet, and every snake scale is shining like a gem. It wrapped its tail around the front end of the oak staff, supported its body and stretched forward as much as possible. The snake hesitated like lightning:

"Want! Want! Want! Eat! Eat! Eat!"

"What to eat?"

"eat!"

I'm afraid this little snake is not a fool...

Gretel has a headache. It can’t hit but can’t be beaten, it can’t be scolded but it can’t be scolded. It uses mental power to communicate. It only knows to “eat, eat, eat”...

Grete 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 headed back 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 Grete's waist again, adjusted the direction, and shot forward quickly. The hot wind blew past their ears. Not long after, they passed over the chasing warriors below, passed a group of low-level totem gods, and rushed to the front line:

The shadow of the eagle beside the golden eagle warrior and the giant god of kestrel were trying to chase him down from left to right. On the ground, a group of black shadows rushed left and right. Sometimes it was racing against the ground, sometimes it was shooting at high speed, and sometimes it dived and plunged into the ground...

The terrain ahead is extremely complex, with dense forests, rapids, waterfalls, and swamps crisscrossing it. The eagle and the kestrel continued to rise and fall, but they could not accomplish the victory in one battle. They could only tear off bits and pieces of black energy from the diseased girl.

Cerela and Gretel arrived quickly. Kestrel glanced back, ignored them, and attacked with all his strength. However, the eagle made a sharp cry, flapped its wings, and the feathers on its neck swelled up, somewhat to demonstrate to him.

"Are you going 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. Amid the roar, the silver-blue eyes instantly turned into vertical pupils, and even thin lines like dragon scales appeared on the side of the 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 in tacit agreement, they parted ways to make way for each other. Serila took a few steps forward and raised her hand:

"brush!"

A huge, semicircular 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 retracted instantly and penetrated downward. Grete's perception was accompanied by a sharp wail.

Golden eagles and kestrels attack simultaneously. However, Grete did not follow forward. Instead, he placed 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 swayed, wave by wave, conveying Gretel's thoughts. Tell it to the forest, tell it to the shrubs, tell it to the weeds, tell it to the swaying water plants in the stream, and 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 pointed out its location for me, and together with me, strangled its remaining power!

The misty greenery rises from Grete's body, intertwining and resonating 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 rocky cliffs, and where are the black swamps. Wherever there is a huge ring of fire, there are bright or dark forces constantly attacking...

"Here it is!"

Gretel opened his eyes suddenly. At the same time, the little snake flew out, turning into a stream of black and white light, and plunged directly into the center of the black light.

When he rushed in, it was still the thickness of chopsticks, less than a foot long, coiled up into a small strip as big as a palm. After rushing to the center of the black light, he suddenly opened his mouth. The little snake's snout opened as hard as possible, 45 degrees, 60 degrees, 90 degrees, 145 degrees...

Opening wider and wider, opening wider and wider, ruthlessly tore a bite out of the black light and swallowed it into his belly. Then, another bite, another bite, another bite...

"Eat less! Be careful of getting hit!"

Grete concentrated her mind and tried her best to remind. The little snake paused for a moment, then its body suddenly became illusory, then it dived into the ground and disappeared. Huh, okay, I know 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 so brave, even though the plague girl was beaten so hard that she couldn't hold her head up, there were two others too!

Fortunately, golden eagles and kestrels fight dogs, no, snakes. It depends on the owner, and the maximum tolerance is given to the small snakes. They dropped to the ground and ate without even looking 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 three-meter-long python as thick as the mouth of a bowl, without receiving any attacks.

Finally, it circled around, a bit like a body covered with tires, and pounced on Gretel. It turned straight into a stream of light and rushed into his meditation world...

"Gretel! Grete! - Grete, hold on!!!"

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