Chapter 968 I Don’t Want to Be the Lord of Plague! Damn It for Me! ! !

Grete had a long, long dream.

In the dream, he was a snake, a young snake that had just broken out of its shell and had not yet opened its eyes. Being held in the palm of a pair of warm and dry hands, wiping the body and feeding it bite by bite.

When it grew up, it was coiled around a bone staff and followed the owner of the hand throughout the wasteland. I have tasted grass roots, tree bark, flowers, and various monster meats.

Help the master choose medicinal ingredients, and also sneak behind the master's enemies, bounce them up and bite them.

The hands holding it became rougher and weaker, until they became cold and disappeared. And it was sealed in a dark place, with countless sunrises and sunsets, countless alternations of cold and warm, until another pair of hands held it...

Then, there was another long dream.

In the dream, he turned into a girl, a slender, thin and light girl. In the wilderness, even women must be strong, easy to work, and easy to give birth to. Young girls are not favored by the tribe and live a very difficult life. They always get the last share of the prey.

Fortunately, the witch priest in the tribe took pity on her and took her as an apprentice to help collect, sort and process herbs. The girl's situation improved a little, but not much. Moreover, the two hunters who occasionally brought her meat before no longer came.

"If you don't come, don't come." The old woman sighed and comforted her:

"We women don't necessarily need a man to survive. If you can sort out these herbs, you can survive and live well."

But the girl did not live well in the end. The old woman soon fell from a disease, and with her, one-third of the tribe's population, even the strongest and strongest warriors.

Seeing that more and more people were falling ill, in panic, the chiefs and elders of the tribe gathered together and made a decision:

"We should offer sacrifices to the devil! After he accepts the sacrifices, he will leave us and stop taking our people!"

Finally, the girl, who was slender, withdrawn, and lost her shelter, was arrested by the tribe. Washed cleanly, put on the most beautiful new clothes, braided with beads and flowers, tied on a straw boat made of reeds...

Surrounded by wooden bowls filled with grains and clay pots filled with animal meat, he pushed deeper into the swamp. Sliding, sliding, gradually sinking into the black, putrid sludge...

Behind you, the high-pitched sound of bone flutes, the powerful sound of tambourines, and the singing of men and women are gradually getting further and further away:

"Men go hunting, go hunting..."

"The women are growing pumpkins, growing pumpkins..."

"Cook the pumpkin and corn into porridge and feed it to my beloved little baby..."

The icy black water of the swamp soaked the straw boats. The girl lay flat on the boat, unable to move, and slowly sank downwards. Legs, body, face...

Finally, only thousands of strands of long hair were left, floating on the swamp water, indicating that there once was a human presence here. Under the muddy water, the girl's last vague consciousness rose up, half as cold as a swamp, half as hot as fire:

Why!

Why!

why me! ! !

Her remaining consciousness was entangled with the black water in the swamp, mosquitoes and flies, and countless cold forces. After an unknown amount of time, a human figure made of black energy rose from the center of the swamp:

She is as thin as a girl. Flies are her skirt, mosquitoes are her streamers, miasma is her makeup...

For many, many years after that, the plague girl wandered the land, eating humans one after another and one group after another of animals. Instinct drives her to find more power and harm more beasts and humans.

Finally one day, black clouds covered the sky, and a blizzard fell endlessly. The river was frozen, the vegetation was withering, and the disease girl raised her head, and under the dark sky, she heard the boiling of dark power:

Take the land by storm!

These creatures must die!

Under the double attack of hunger and cold, creatures are more easily defeated by diseases. The disease girl's power expanded like never before - instinctively, she knew that she had reached a critical point.

If she takes another step forward, she won't be afraid of many things, will be less bound by many things, and her power will be able to extend to farther places...

At this moment, a stranger in a white robe brought her a roll of blankets.

New diseases are new forces. The disease girl took the roll of blanket with her arms made of black energy, and made a contract with the visitor:

Attack the Eagle Kingdom together, kill its people and devour its power!

...Then, she hit a hard wall with several large tribes on the grassland.

Gretel slowly opened his eyes, covered in cold sweat. The painful memories of the plague girl being surrounded, torn apart, and eaten are still rolling endlessly in my mind - little snake, you have fed back too much!

These memories, what do you convey to me!

But that's not all he needs to deal with. What the little snake fed back was not only memory, but also power—power of extremely high quality and extremely large quantity. Obviously, in the process of sharing the diseased girl, the little snake got a huge share:

A totem god, a totem god who may have levels 16, 17, or 18, has a huge share of the core of power.

And what it couldn't handle, it digested and filtered hastily, removed the most gloomy ones, and threw them all into Gretel's spiritual sea.

Gretel: "..."

Listen to me, thank you...

No matter how much you complain, the most urgent task now is to straighten out, gather these mental powers, and use them for your own use. Grete opened his eyes, hurriedly said hello to Serira, and fell into deep meditation again:

Let the new spiritual power pass through the spiral structure of the meditation shell to guide, filter and eliminate impurities bit by bit. Mince it, absorb it, incorporate it into your own meditation core, and leave it to the man of light to arrange...

Part of it is used to promote the growth of the core of meditation. The millions of neurons and hundreds of millions of synapses in the humanoid brain of light begin to grow, grow, and grow desperately.

The reason why the human brain deletes a large number of synapses during development is due to insufficient energy supply - 20% of the body's energy is already supplied to the brain. If we eat more and occupy more, the human body will starving. However, the core of meditation is not lacking in this!

Isn't the reason why magicians work hard to improve their mental power just to supply energy to the meditation core and maximize their computing power?

The other part is used to give the spiral structure of the meditation shell one more turn, and another turn, and another turn. The more circles there are, the larger the opening, the stronger the power absorbed at one time, and the more refined the power filtered in.

Another part is stored in the meditation world to strengthen the territory and strengthen various spell configurations. Make their feedback more accurate, mobilize stronger power, and cover a wider area...

No, it still can't fit. This time the little snake gave back so much power that it felt like its whole body was about to burst...

You can spit on me, but who can I spit on? Do you spit it out to the oak staff?

It doesn’t accept it either!

Grete groaned secretly. The meditation shell is already crumbling, and there seems to be a cracking sound of "clicking, clicking" in the dark.

It's like water rushing down from the upstream, pouring into the river bed downstream, and overflowing in all directions. It looks like the dam blocking the river is about to crack and burst...

Suddenly, an illusory, familiar, and powerful force came through the air and enveloped him:

Well, it is also a good choice to advance to a higher level. Advancing to a higher level, the meditation world can continue to expand, become stronger, and can accommodate more power.

Gretel fell into meditation again with ease. The vast will of the world poured into his body, wrapping him and surrounding him. A little bit of pure consciousness, rising rapidly upward, rising, rising...

Grete looked down subconsciously. The dark earth was dotted with stars and fluorescent light. However, both the brightness and density were much less than the light spots he saw during meditation when he advanced in Nevis——

On the other hand, the clouds hanging down from the sky and attracted by these light spots are much rarer and thinner. Like Nevis, the pillar of cloud that hangs upside down like a waterspout and pours into this world is completely invisible.

So, are these light spots really human beings, or at least the spirit and will of living creatures? The stronger the spiritual will, the more power it brings to another level, and the faster the world will progress?

So, is this the truth that the will of the world favors... Whoever is conducive to the growth of the spirit and will of living beings is conducive to the progress of this world, and this world will reward whoever...

Grete was immersed in this rare sight, and his heart was moved. The will of the world surrounded him and kept rising, rising. In the dark, Gretel heard endless calls coming from beneath his feet:

"Lord of Plagues!"

"Lord of Plagues!"

"Ah, the great Lord of Plague! You are the youngest son of the God of Thunder. You took away the power of the plague girl. You saved us from the harm of the plague... Praise you, sing your praises, worship you..."

One person has ten people, hundreds of people have thousands of people. Mighty voices surged from beneath his feet, chasing him, surrounding him, and lifting him up. After the slightest contact, Grete suddenly felt his mind turbulent:

It seems that he is omnipotent in the field of epidemics. It can spread plague easily, it can contain plague, it can make sick people recover immediately, and it can also make healthy people fall down one by one...

What about Yersinia pestis, Vibrio cholerae, smallpox virus, hepatitis A and B virus, meningococcal meningitis virus... He doesn't have to go into the laboratory fully armed, and he doesn't have to work hard to get a microscope, he can control it easily...

wait!

I don’t want to be the Lord of Plagues!

Gretel woke up with a start. I traveled here to explore the mysteries of the world and relieve the pain and suffering of the people in this world! After becoming the Lord of Plague, my power is restricted and I will never be able to break free!

Damn it for me! ! !

These praises, these worships, these fears, all these power of thoughts, get away from me, don't touch me even one bit! ! !

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