409: The other shore flower blooms

"Warlock, please save me."

"Me, me, me, look at me."

"I was here first, get lost."

Various treatment facilities were originally ignored, as Demons have robust physiques and can heal themselves even with broken limbs.

Now, however, they are overflowing with Demons.

Demons generally exhibit one symptom: spots all over their bodies. In severe cases, the spots spread, turning into bright red purpura.

The Warlock was bewildered. He opened this clinic just to make a living, solving some relatively simple magical after-effects like burns, frostbite, and electrical burns. What was this situation now? He had no idea.

But he couldn't panic now.

"One by one, one by one, no crowding."

He grabbed someone who looked quite severe and then roared, "Line up! I'll see him first. No one can come in until I'm done."

Although the Demons were anxious, they were all strong individuals, not stupid demon worms, so they naturally knew what to do now.

The Warlock took the patient and first used some detection magic, which had no effect.

"Cut it off and see what it is."

Without a word, that Demon took out a weapon and cut down, severing a large piece of spotted flesh.

This flesh not only had spots on its surface, but also internally.

"Moro Cave Micro."

He used his innate spell.

He saw the internal condition of the spots clearly.

"This is actually a plant?" He was shocked.

Hell's biological technology had somewhat advanced due to cosmic influence.

They still understood basic biological classifications.

Generally speaking, pathogens are microorganisms, such as bacteria, viruses, and fungi.

Because these microorganisms are too weak, it is very difficult for their Life levels to leap, so they rarely evolve.

As long as the Life level reaches a certain degree, they will not be infected.

Therefore, for strong individuals, the cause of illness is often self-mutation, qi deviation, or infection by highly toxic plagues cultivated by enemies.

But now, this disease overturned his understanding.

"The pathogenic stage has no infectivity. My magical hand did not get any of its seeds on it. Is the easily infectious period in the late stage of the disease?"

He realized the danger and immediately put on a magical cloak to prevent infection.

"I must report this immediately. This could be a disaster affecting the entire Hell."

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The dark castle, towering into the clouds, exuded a chilling aura. Its exterior was covered with black stones, and the walls were carved with twisted Demon statues, as if displaying the power of Demons to the world.

Inside the castle, the Third Demon God, Vassago, looked at the corpse before him. He used the law of time to accelerate.

The corpse, initially covered in spots, eventually turned completely bright red. During this process, it seemed to be gnawed away by something, becoming increasingly shriveled, and its skin gradually bulged with strange protrusions, slowly growing, growing, growing.

Finally, a captivating flower bloomed.

Vassago noticed that when the corpse was covered in red, it continuously produced spores invisible to ordinary people, spreading outwards.

"What a ruthless method. Is this the universe's counterattack? Strange biological technology, a power even more terrifying than plague magic." Vassago's eyes were filled with apprehension.

This peculiar Life posed no threat to the Demon Gods.

But for those below the Demon Gods, it was a great weapon.

If all those below the Demon Gods died out, then what good would it do to only have Demon Gods? There would be no racial potential.

"If not curbed, Hell will be covered with this Other Shore Flower of Death."

He finally understood why he had had an ominous premonition a few days ago.

That being in the universe had interfered with his prophetic ability for this attack.

Troublesome, very troublesome.

The unique biological technology could not be dispelled by magic.

The spores also spread very quickly and were all-pervasive.

His demon god pillar manifested behind him.

The dark demon god pillar surged with demonic light, summoning the distant demon god pillars.

As the special privilege of the top three Demon Gods, they could easily summon all Demon Gods to hold meetings concerning decisions for Hell.

Seventy-one demon god pillars and phantom images of Demon Gods projected into the sky.

"Vassago, what is the matter?" The most powerful and terrifying phantom spoke.

Vassago bowed gracefully, "Everyone, the universe's counterattack has arrived."

The Demons were drawn in by his words.

"Is it that bloody disaster?" A Demon God spoke.

The other Demon Gods were at a loss.

After all, not everyone paid attention to daily happenings below.

"Exactly," Vassago said. He could only say, 'As expected of him, right?'

Behind Vassago, his demon god pillar projected four screens.

One showed the streets of Hell filled with patients.

One showed his previous experiment.

The remaining two were Vassago's prophecies.

An empty Hell, with only a few Demon Gods walking.

The Angel army pressing down, allied with the universe.

"What? Why would this happen?"

"Is it the Milky Way's counterattack? A strange method, a plague? Or a curse? Or something else?"

"I said long ago that the universe is not easy to fight. Amon still wanted to attack. Now he's brought trouble upon himself, hasn't he?" This was Barbatos, an Eighth Demon God who had long been dissatisfied with Amon.

"Par, what do you think?" The First Demon God, Baal, spoke.

Everyone looked at the Tenth Demon God.

It was he who had first responded to Vassago.

The Tenth Demon God, Par.

He specialized in healing diseases, and even in Hell, where medical care was not highly valued, he was treated with great respect.

He was not only proficient in conventional diseases but also in curses, plagues, mental pollution, deformities, qi deviation, Soul fragmentation, and physical disintegration, all of which he mastered with consummate skill.

Moreover, he was the only Demon God who had been passed down from ancient times without a Death replacement, and even the First Demon God treated him with great respect, not daring to show the slightest neglect.

After all, old Demons are cunning. Who knew how many tricks Par had up his sleeve?

"This phenomenon is less a disease and more a natural enemy. This plant feeds on Demon flesh and has extremely strong spreading ability. If not severely interfered with, I'm afraid Hell will be eaten empty in a short time," Par said.

The Demon Gods were shocked. Could such a small, special plant be so powerful?

They all put aside their impatience.

They began to take it seriously.

Without these low-level Demons, Hell would be uprooted.

"What a ruthless method. This is an attempt to annihilate our race."

"Terrifying biological technology. Amon's rash initiation of War was truly careless."

"Demon Lord Par, is there no solution?"

The Demon Gods discussed animatedly.

Many Demon Gods were resentful of Amon.

Not all Demon Gods were willing to start a War.

Although the profits were great, the possibility of losing everything was even greater.

That bit of flesh was very useful to the low-level Demons.

It was useless to them.

Only a complete victory, gaining territory in the universe, would be of some use to them.

But the possibility of conquering it was too small.