A Hospital in Another World? Chapter 958: The Holy Mist of the Plague Lord Bless Us!
Previously on A Hospital in Another World?...
Garrett gripped the test tube tightly and looked up at the sky.
He also wished to fight like Cirilla, soaring into the sky and battling alongside her. The Dragon Flight Cloak provided him with the ability to fly nimbly. When Cirilla didn't reveal her dragon form, he could accompany her in the air.
But what would that achieve?
His strength, his absolute attack power, compared to Cirilla's, was not even a fraction. Those flying fireballs, rolling fire rings, advancing fire walls in the void, and the towering pillars of fire...
If he were to handle them, he would be exhausted after casting ten or twenty spells. After that, apart from crouching on the ground to protect himself, he could do nothing.
He had to fight, but not in this manner. He had his way of fighting and his battlefield.
Black mist swirled outside the defense circle. This black mist was extremely similar to the summoned Plague Fog, only on a much larger scale. Garrett thought for a moment, took out a petri dish, and sent it outside the defense circle.
When he retrieved it, the surface of the petri dish was already covered with various bacterial colonies, almost overflowing. Yellow, white, green—each in different shapes and sizes.
It was exactly like the miscellaneous bacteria he would get when he threw a handful of dirt into a petri dish to cultivate bacteria.
And this form also meant:"Are they indeed various pathogens? The Plague Maiden's power might stem from the fear of the surrounding living beings, the fear of disease and death, but to exert her power, she ultimately needs a medium—"
Just like the spell "Plague Spell," the standard casting material listed in the Council's library was a handkerchief. Garrett believed it needed to be contaminated with germs.
For the Plague Maiden to make humans and beasts sick, she—or it—must first blow bacteria and viruses onto them and then use her power to let them proliferate. Thus, these bacteria and viruses must be killed first!
Flies, mosquitoes, fleas, bedbugs, and rats—these tangible enemies were left to the warriors. The bacteria and viruses, which were invisible and intangible and highly inefficient for the warriors to combat, would be handled by him!
Garrett replaced the test tube in his hand. Apart from maintaining the defensive fire wall and ice wall spells, he switched the offensive materials for a tube of mercury.
"Go!"
The precious, heavy mercury was sent out of the defense circle by the Mage's Hand. A bolt of lightning struck the mercury tube, and immediately, a faint black light spread outward from the center.
Good, the direct current through the vaporizing mercury activated ultraviolet rays. Garrett leaned on the oak staff, using its power to amplify his perception outside the defense circle, trying to sense:
Has the black mist become thinner? How many bacteria have been killed? The efficiency seems not too high. Ultraviolet rays in the hospital required half an hour for disinfection.
He needed to try something else. Strong acids and bases were out of the question, as previously tested with Cirilla. Using them as casting materials to eliminate the Plague Fog consumed too much magical power and was inefficient, also risking damage to surrounding flora.
But following this idea, he could try something else:
"Cloud Fog Spell! Go!"
The Mage's Hand uncorked the wooden stopper, and a large bottle of water splashed outside the defense circle, while his right hand pointed the oak staff forward.
As the staff tilted, a fog wall two stories high and several meters wide rolled out, bringing a refreshing scent that enveloped the warriors and the wild oxen. Instantly, all the warriors felt a lightness over their entire bodies.
"Holy Mist!"
"Holy Mist!"
"The Plague Lord has sprinkled holy water! He is protecting us!"
Garrett couldn't help but laugh. What holy water? It was just a calcium hypochlorite solution, mixed before the battle—
Twenty grams of bleach powder in ten liters of water. The bleach powder he brought to the New World could spray the entire battlefield.
The fog wall pushed forward, rolling out tens of meters, entangling with the Plague Maiden's black mist. The refreshing scent spread across the battlefield, and soon the black mist began to settle.
Through Garrett's perception, the bacteria in the mist also diminished significantly. Before the Plague Maiden's power could amplify these bacteria rapidly, the hypochlorous acid had already wiped out a large portion!
The important thing was, Cloud Fog Spell was only a second-circle spell! With his mental power reserves, he could cast it hundreds of times without stopping!
"Cloud Fog Spell!"
"Cloud Fog Spell!"
"Cloud Fog Spell!"
With the bleach solution at its core, the spell-induced fog walls spread in all directions. Soon, under the Plague Maiden's black mist, a layer of white fog floated up.
"Take me forward." Garrett bent down and patted the bull he was riding. The bull mooed in response and moved slowly forward. Seven or eight bulls formed a circle around him, protecting him securely.
The visibility of the Cloud Fog Spell was only five meters. Beyond five meters, the shadows seemed like many bulls moving with them. The low mooing of the bulls echoed, and the giant beasts moving in the fog seemed like black mountains.
Fog rolled out from Garrett's hands, sweeping across the battle line meter by meter. After one sweep, he turned around and swept back in the opposite direction!
"Ah—Plague Lord—"
Above, a shrill, hateful scream pierced through the air. It was soon drowned out by the joyous voice of the silver dragon girl:
"What about the Plague Lord! I'm going to hit you! Hit you! Hit you! Garrett, send the fog up! I'll catch it!"
"Okay!"
Garrett was overjoyed. He raised the oak staff, aimed at the sky, and the bleach solution shot high up.
"Cloud Fog Spell!"
Above the six-meter-high white fog, another layer of white mist shot up. The rolling fog was quickly attracted, enveloping the Plague Maiden from the opposite direction—
Playing with fog was originally a silver dragon's talent, not even requiring magic. The white fog layers wrapped around, and soon the black mist on the battlefield was tightly enveloped, like a dumpling filled with black sesame paste.
The black sesame inside the dumpling struggled, occasionally breaking through the fog, needing a new layer to cover it. In the mind link, Cirilla murmured softly:
"Garrett, your fog is a bit weak..."
Well... I can't help it if it's weak, it's not my specialty. Garrett wiped his sweat and smiled wryly:
"Cirilla, this is only a second-circle spell... To wrap up the Plague Maiden completely, at least a fifth-circle Death Cloud spell is needed, or even an eighth-circle Scorching Cloud spell, which I can't do! It's up to you!"
"Alright! Leave it to me!"
In the mind link, Cirilla answered loudly.
Even though he said "it's up to you," Garrett didn't leave all the hardest fighting to Cirilla. He listened to the continuous explosions above, various fireballs, fire rings, and fire walls bombarding the Plague Maiden.
He listened to the distant bird calls, where the God of the Red Hawk seemed to have summoned a large flock of birds to attack the insects.
He listened to the warriors' shouts, the incessant mooing, and the descendants of the White Horn King and the warriors of various tribes fighting the insect and beast swarms driven by the Plague Maiden.
Garrett took a deep breath, reached into his space bag, and felt the weight of two large jars.
One was gray-green, floating in corn syrup, resembling a moss blanket with foamy white rings around the edges. It was a full jar of Penicillium.
The other was light white, smaller than the Penicillium colony, and denser. It had a fuzzy appearance, looking like velvet, a freshly cultivated batch of Streptomyces.
These two antibiotics, one for Gram-positive bacteria and one for Gram-negative bacteria. Combined, they were invincible!
"Go!"
The large jars were thrown high, carried by a gust of wind, straight into the black mist around the Plague Maiden.
Garrett closed his eyes tightly, his hands gripping the oak staff, his forehead pressed against it. Though he had thrown the petri dishes, his mental power remained connected, still tracking the two batches of mold.
Please grow!
Please grow with all your might!
Please reproduce, spread your hyphae, and scatter your spores... Kill the bacteria on the Plague Maiden! Kill them, eradicate them!
All energy is provided by me; please grow freely!
His mental power poured out like a flood. The oak staff, the surrounding cattle, the trampled, torn, and burned wild grass on the battlefield, all of nature gently responded to Garrett, giving him support and strength:
Grow!
Grow!
Bacteria are part of nature, disease is part of nature, but when it's too much, it is not acceptable!
Nature should be balanced and harmonious, not solely dominated by cold, darkness, and the rampant force of death!
"Plague Lord! What have you done! What have you done!"
Above, a shrill, fearful howl spun around. Chasing this howl was Cirilla's vigilant and firm voice:
"You can't come down! I'll burn you! Burn you!"
Fire walls laid flat like blankets, separating the black mist above from the bleach fog below. Garrett's mind reeled, forcing him to withdraw his mental power:
The fire walls could burn bacteria, but they could also burn Streptomyces and Penicillium. Strictly speaking, these antibiotic-producing molds had much harsher breeding conditions than bacteria and could easily die in the lab.
Their rampant growth outside
relied heavily on his mental power. But his power was too insignificant compared to the Plague Maiden's!
He needed to think of other ways!
Think of other ways to deprive the Plague Maiden of her power!
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