Chapter 128: The Autumn of Adolf (Fifteen)
As the saying goes, “Among three people, there must be my teacher.”
Ji Ma felt this saying was incorrect, but now, among the three, there was undoubtedly a lustful demon prince who was afraid.
“What a pity for the sisters.”
“This lustful demon prince is admiring his pure black eyes in the mirror: ‘The eternal chosen one has revealed your abilities to everyone, and the entire demon realm can only see your powers. You picked a good time; I didn’t expect your puppet to come out so quickly. But unfortunately, you couldn’t grasp this hard-won opportunity.'”
Leaping over the canal, Yifeng Frost Leaf had to stay airborne for a long time, which was the best time for the lustful demon prince to attack and also the best chance for Ji Ma to launch a surprise attack. She attempted to summon the Ossuan Guards, but unfortunately, the latter didn’t respond, most likely because the vortex battle was heating up. So she summoned her former self—Bald Strong.
Numerous enraged demons charged at Ji Ma and Yifeng Frost Leaf; Yifeng Frost Leaf shot explosive arrows, disintegrating many enraged demons into pieces.
The lustful demon prince continued to chatter away, his two snake tails beneath him already gone, Bald Strong couldn’t kill him, but he severed his last tail.
With only 41% magic left, Ji Ma recalled Bald Strong, and the two continued to rush towards the Sharaya Temple. Below them, the city of Adolf was already vibrant, with life bursting forth everywhere; mosquitoes and flies swarmed in groups, the columns of houses sprouted various fungi, and the ground was covered with a slimy carpet of fungi, corpses became the best breeding ground for everything to grow.
In the basement, the surviving humans, who had once escaped the city-slaying demonic army, had dodged war, and even fires, but could not escape the virus. Within a mere twenty-nine minutes, hundreds of viruses were happily multiplying within their bodies.
Under the torment of disease and the corruption of foul magic, countless survivors poured onto the streets from their hiding places.
“Mom! Mom!”
“What a lovely sound of the death knell, hee hee.”
A woman with severe bowel disease strolled outside, her face filled with joy, covered in boils. Many had rotten bellies oozing pus, their clothes corroded and torn, intestines hanging out. The patients held hands, dancing on the streets, which resembled a plague garden, singing haunting songs.
Ji Ma felt her scalp tingle, and for a moment, she wanted to draw her gun and shoot the crazed patients below. But the lustful demon prince kept attacking them, preventing her from doing so.
“One sparkling, one sparkling, ha ha ha…”
The haunting song came from below. Ji Ma couldn’t help but look down and saw many patients lying on the ground, their eyes red, licking the green dirty water, consuming filth, crawling into the sewers, sucking the dirty liquid from rotting corpses.
Many of them had once used cloth as masks to filter the germ-infested air, drinking various potions. But the more they feared the virus, the more they craved it.
“Sisters! I’m here again!”
It was those pure black eyes again, reflecting the approaching scythe, slowing them down.
With anger, Ji Ma shouted:
“By order, Ossuan Guards, come!”
“Sisters…”
The lustful demon prince, who had just shown a pure smile, was suddenly frozen.
The Ossuan Guards, tall and holding a fiery sword, dressed in a sky-blue cloak, appeared behind Ji Ma.
Ji Ma hugged Yifeng Frost Leaf around the waist, flapped her wings, and shot towards the Sharaya Goddess’s temple, leaving behind a message: “I’m counting on you, Frost Leaf’s father.”
The lustful demon prince was startled; to protect his offspring, it was not impossible for the Ossuan Guards to neglect their duty. His speed slowed as he prepared to distance himself from the Ossuan Guards, and bide his time, dragging Ji Ma until her magic ran out.
Suddenly, the Ossuan Guards, like a cannonball, shot towards Ji Ma at an incredible speed.
In a blink, that fiery sword was about to slash his neck.
Frightened, the lustful demon prince turned into mist on the spot and teleported a hundred meters away, solidifying into form, then darting backward like a swallow through gaps, speeding skyward.
But the Ossuan Guards followed, stepping on clouds; the lustful demon prince cast a mind-controlling spell, yet the Ossuan Guards remained unfazed. The lustful demon prince was horrified: “He has no emotions at all, this is impossible—”
How powerful must one be to be as emotionless and desirous as a stone?
No!
The lustful demon prince struggled to shatter this abnormal thought, which was influenced by the magic of Ji Ma’s words.
There was only one explanation: this was fake.
The lustful demon prince raised his hand and shot a pink arrow; in an instant, the Ossuan Guards shattered into powder. Looking down, the demon king Ji Ma was holding Yifeng Frost Leaf, taking this moment, swift as a fighter jet, had already arrived at the chaotic battlefield.
The lustful demon prince was infuriated, joyfully licking his lips, pleased that no one could so foolishly mock him, the fresh feeling made his heart bloom; he wielded his scimitar, flickering through the park, shouting: “Sisters, I’m here to play the next game.”
“Die, you freak.”
Ji Ma moved towards the Sharaya Church.
It was especially eye-catching in this district of churches. Though it looked like an ordinary stone building, with a common layout, the church outside only bore a stone statue of a goddess, even its posture was ordinary, the most common pose among the female statues of Adolf.
Yet this plain church stood out starkly among the many churches covered with white fungal carpets and mushrooms. In this church, there were no signs of corrosion at all.
A horde of foul, rotting corpses rushed toward this church, filled the entire street, and vowed to conquer and corrupt this place for their Father’s honor and love, so they could taint all of Adolf.
In front of the church, the knights of Bartol were bravely fighting on their flying horses; among them, Ji Ma saw some familiar faces.
“Bang! Bang!”
A dwarven butcher engineer held a “Dwarven Special” and fired at the seemingly never-ending horde of foul corpses. The giant swordsman was crazily swinging his greatsword to slash and kill the zombies.
King Richard the Lionheart wielded his shining knight’s sword, beheading the chief plague secretary.
Teammates were indeed impressive; as long as I close the rift, I can bring a few strong ones over. Eternally chosen one, you’re quite formidable, let’s see how I gang up on you.
Ji Ma quickly formed an optimistic estimate.
At this moment, the chief plague secretary and his scroll both fell, the scroll opened to reveal the malignant effects of the plague spread by the foul, and the words contained desecrating magic, shooting out green light. Richard the Lionheart instinctively raised his hand to shield himself, and his pale face developed a cluster of pockmarked bumps.
A overweight chief epidemiologist, who looked as if he were pregnant, suddenly hugged Richard the Lionheart from behind, holding a rusty saw, and began to saw at the wounded king’s neck.
The knights bravely charged forward, wanting to save their king, but helplessly, the horde of filth was overwhelming. The chief epidemiologist suddenly opened his mouth, spewing a dense swarm of flies, which acted like smoke bombs, slipping into the gaps of the helmet, crawling into ears, wedging into the eyes, aiming to drill into the tear ducts.
“You can let go now.”
Ji Ma regained her senses and loosened her grip.
Yifeng Frost Leaf fell to the ground filled with corpses, drawing her longbow and shooting several arrows, which pierced into the clouds of flies.
“Boom!”
Flames erupted, singeing the flies, which fell to the ground in a scorched heap, finally revealing what was happening inside.
Even Ji Ma, who had been on guard against the lustful demon prince, could not help but look back.
She saw the chief epidemiologist holding Richard the Lionheart’s head, his expression pained. In his other hand, he grasped a rusted saw, and he vivisected Richard the Lionheart right before her eyes.
In an instant, the advantage turned into a disadvantage.
Ji Ma found it hard to accept, filled with indignation; couldn’t they be more careful?
The lustful demon prince attacked, and Ji Ma exchanged a few blows with him, dodging his attacks; the latter gazed at her with his innocent black eyes and smiled: “Sister, you’re getting anxious.”
Ji Ma felt something was off: “What?”
The shadow behind her, fueled by her anger, roared furiously and transformed both hands into executioner’s axes, swinging towards Ji Ma.
Ji Ma hurriedly dodged; the lustful demon prince seized the chance to attack, his blade grazed past her, leaving a cold, painful wound on her waist.
Her emotions during battle had been influenced by the lustful demon prince, turning extreme and then backfiring on herself.
“By order, Ossuan Guards!”
Once again, the Ossuan Guards appeared, wielding the fiery sword, striking at the back of the lustful demon prince with remarkable speed.
The lustful demon prince instinctively dodged, flapping his wings as he fired a pink arrow that pierced the Ossuan Guards, as if piercing air—this must be a fake.
Ji Ma took the opportunity to quickly drink a cola-flavored potion, healing her waist wound at an incredible pace.
“Here!” The lustful demon prince smiled, rushing towards Ji Ma. “Little cleverness won’t help you forever.”
“Bald Strong!”
Ji Ma blasted backward, roaring in fury.
Bald Strong leaped and slashed, crushing two foul corpses underfoot. The lustful demon prince briefly engaged with Bald Strong before the other foul demons held him off, allowing the prince to move closer to Ji Ma, smiling and asking: “Puppet double? Or dream? Sister, your magic is running low.”
“By order!”
As Ji Ma sliced the approaching rotten rage demons in half, she shouted: “Ossuan Guards! Come!”
The Ossuan Guards appeared out of thin air, stepping on the head of a foul bearer, rushing towards the lustful demon prince at incredible speed.
“Old trick,” the lustful demon prince laughed with pride, waving his scimitar towards what appeared to be the fake Ossuan Guards.
But Ji Ma suddenly transformed into a puppet, using the puppet double’s teleportation to close the distance, stabbing the axe spear towards the lustful demon prince.
Is this real?
The lustful demon prince’s black eyes widened, reflecting the fiery sword, which cleaved his two curved blades at an improbable angle, chopping off his shoulder and arm. As Ji Ma’s axe spear pierced the lustful demon prince, blood gushed forth, the pain coursing through him, and the lustful demon prince toppled, with Bald Strong leaping up and delivering a finishing blow, slicing him in half.
Before dying, the lustful demon prince uttered, “How could this possibly be real?”
The Ossuan Guards vanished into thin air, leaving behind a message: “Take care of my daughter.”
Ji Ma felt an immediate reduction in pressure; without the lustful demon prince causing havoc, the following burden would be much lighter. At this moment, Ji Ma raised her head and, through the gap, saw the foul being itself grasping the plague pot, hurrying towards the attack.
He intends to drown Adolf!
Ji Ma was frightened, and her tail stood on end.
