A Hospital in Another World? Chapter 960: Lord of Plague: Stop the Kill Steal!

Hearing the furious and startled shriek of the Plague Maiden, Garrett's lips curled into a satisfied smile.

— If this deity controlling plagues were the God of War, the Spring Goddess, the God of Nature, the Radiant Lord, or the Dwarf Father God, such formless and intangible deities, he definitely wouldn't resort to the Targeted Dysentery Bacillus Eradication Spell. There's no way to catch them, let alone kill them.

But you are too weak! Plague Maiden, you actually have to manifest on the ground, and your method of attack is to blow a black wind at your target!

Flies are your hem, mosquitoes are your ribbons, miasma is your makeup... With the smallpox virus, you gained new strength...

This shows that your power is still firmly rooted in reality and cannot produce new pathogens and viruses out of thin air. Therefore, destroying one type of pathogen weakens one of your powers!

The way you scatter filth indiscriminately, I don't believe you can specifically create pathogens! Killing one, and you'd have to spend decades, maybe even a century, to gather it back from nature!

Garrett rubbed his hand over the space bag and pulled out a new test tube. Extending the oak staff straight ahead, he commanded:

“Plague Bacillus, Targeted Eradication Spell!”

His spiritual power, like countless threads, shot forward. However, this time, he encountered powerful resistance:

When charging towards the Plague Maiden with Cirilla, his spiritual power pierced the water surface;

But this time, with the Plague Maiden on guard, his spiritual power felt like it was drilling into solid stone—

Extremely difficult, extremely laborious. It felt as if his spiritual power was grinding away at stone, sparking, and on the verge of breaking...

It was clear that earlier, he had caught the Plague Maiden off guard, aided by Cirilla's attacks.

Now, with the Plague Maiden fully alert and defending, his power as a Level 9 Mage was insufficient to shake a deity of Level 16, 17, or 18...

“Hahaha! Hahahahaha!”

The Plague Maiden also realized the futility of his attack. Her Dementor-like hem tightened around her, releasing only a small amount of power to fend off Cirilla's attacks. She floated in the air, laughing loudly:

“Lord of Plague! What Lord of Plague! Little guy, I was only careless before and took a minor loss, and you think you can handle me? Come on! Try again!”

“You!”

Cirilla shouted angrily. Tightening her right arm around Garrett's waist, she pointed her left hand forward, unleashing a barrage of fireballs at the Plague Maiden.

“You can only do this! Only this!” The Plague Maiden laughed incessantly, floating around and occasionally diving into the white mist to blow black gas downward:

“Little guy, hiding in a girl's arms is your skill? Hahahahahaha...”

Cirilla's eyes were filled with rage. Garrett calmly patted her arm, speaking evenly:

“Cirilla, don't rush. My low level is a fact, and it's true that I can't attack her essence directly... Don't rush, let's take it slow, you blast a part open, and I'll destroy a part...”

The laughter, screams, and explosions echoed far away. In the forest, several miles from the battlefield, six Golden Eagle Warriors listened intently, their faces serious:

“It seems the battle has reached a stalemate.”

“Yes, the Plague Maiden is being held back and has suffered some loss.”

“That's correct...”

“It looks like it's time for us to strike.”

“Let's move!”

“Move out!”

At the command, the six Golden Eagle Warriors skillfully formed a formation. The frontmost one, holding a scimitar, was the beak of the eagle;

The two kneeling behind, holding bone short swords, were the eagle's claws;

The two on the sides, each holding a longsword with arms extended outward, were the eagle's wings;

The last one, cloaked in feathers and wielding dual short swords, was the eagle's tail feathers.

Three hundred White Eagle Warriors surrounded them, forming a formation in all directions.

Each warrior wore a gold ornament, be it a gold ring in their hair, a thin gold circlet, a gold necklace, a gold armlet, a gold ring, or gold inlaid on the hilts and scabbards of their swords.

Each warrior touched their gold ornament with one hand and raised the other to the sky, as if offering the sun's golden light.

With the formation complete, the lead Golden Eagle Warrior blew an eagle whistle, its sharp sound piercing the heavens. The other Golden Eagle Warriors joined the White Eagle Warriors in loud song:

“Oh! Great Eagle God! Great God of Eagles!

You guide us and grant us fertile land!

We see your incarnation among the reeds, at the edge of the spring, as a prickly pear cactus;

You rest upon that prickly pear cactus, perching and pecking at your food;

Your nest, your bed, is a collection of all precious feathers—

The lovely umbrellabird feathers, the pink roseate spoonbill feathers, the green jacamar feathers;

You shout to us, saying:

‘Ha, your kingdom is here!’

Then you spread your wings and fly towards the sun.

The sun, the golden sun, you bear its brilliance on your back,

You become the sun, battling stars and the moon,

Bringing us light every day...”

Chanting and singing, each White Eagle Warrior's gold ornament began to glow with golden light, reflecting sunlight as if each piece of gold had stored enough sunlight—

These golden lights converged on the six Golden Eagle Warriors. The gold armor on the Golden Eagle Warriors shone brightly, dazzlingly.

As the brightness of the gold armor reached its peak, the golden wings behind the six Golden Eagle Warriors floated up, forming a golden ring in the air.

This golden ring hovered, absorbing the golden light, quickly transforming into a small sun. Then, it rose and spun...

From a distance, Garrett, who was engaged in a fierce battle with the Plague Maiden alongside Cirilla, felt a chill in his heart. He grabbed Cirilla by the waist and pushed down forcefully:

“Descend! Descend! Cirilla, go down!”

At his first shout, Cirilla dove straight down; by the second, they had safely landed on a bull's back. The bull mooed, shook its head, then quieted down.

Cirilla even had the energy to summon a wall of fire, spreading it above their heads, flames blazing upward:

“If you dare, come down here!”

The Plague Maiden... the Plague Maiden didn't come down. The high temperature and intense flames were too damaging for her; she avoided direct confrontation whenever possible.

The recent exchange had taken quite a toll. It was better to eliminate some weaker opponents and catch her breath.

She gathered the black gas and circled in mid-air. Damn, the white mist covering the battlefield had depleted too much of her power, obscuring the situation below. The fine miasma, originally her natural sensory extension...

The Dementor-like black hem contracted, then burst out forcefully, fragments falling into the white mist. Hmph, this thin white mist held too little power. Only her personally released power could break through it!

That self-proclaimed Lord of Plague, later, I must devour him!

Then, a golden light shot across the sky.

The golden light, from a great distance, reached her in the blink of an eye. So bright, so vast, even Garrett, who had landed on the bull's back with a layer of white mist above him, instinctively closed his eyes.

Where did this searchlight come from?

This intensity was more than a million lumens!

Fortunately, they had descended just now... If they hadn't, and this light beam hit them directly...

Just the thought made Garrett shudder for Cirilla.

He shuddered, and the Plague Maiden, who took the full brunt of the light beam, suffered even more. Her entire form, along with the Dementor-like black robe, was instantly penetrated:

Half of her form evaporated. The remaining black fog lit up with gold. Brighter and brighter...

“Ah! Eagle God!!!”

The Plague Maiden screamed in terror and pain. This scream was hundreds of times stronger than when Garrett attacked her before:

To put it into perspective, one was like having a finger smashed by a hammer, the other was like giving birth during the most intense contractions.

The black fog expanded, contracted, expanded again, and contracted again. On the ground, all the flies, mosquitoes, and rats fell dead in heaps, with clumps of black gas merging into the fog. Clearly, the Plague Maiden was desperately absorbing divine power to stabilize herself.

During the rapid expansion and contraction, another golden light shot from afar. This golden light, much thinner and weaker than the previous one, finally broke the balance between the golden light and the black fog:

With a bang, the remaining Dementor-like form exploded mid-air.

Garrett quickly cast an Eagle Eye spell on himself. On the distant horizon, the golden sun dimmed and disappeared, turning into six points of golden light rapidly approaching. Clearly, the Golden Eagle Warriors of the Eagle Kingdom, after executing a joint strike, were coming to finish the job—

“Kill stealers!”

Garrett muttered under his breath.

He hated those who came to steal kills the most! Unleashing a big move without any warning! What if they hit them? What if they hit Cirilla?

“Cirilla, take me up! Sweep through the Plague Maiden, destroy all the bacteria you

can!”

“Plague Bacillus, Targeted Eradication Spell!”

“Typhoid Bacillus, Targeted Eradication Spell!”

“Dysentery Bacillus, Targeted Eradication Spell!”

“Brucella, Targeted Eradication Spell!”

“Cattle Septicemia Bacillus, Targeted Eradication Spell!”

“Anthrax Bacillus, Targeted Eradication Spell!”

“Diphtheria Bacillus, Targeted Eradication Spell—”

Stop the kill steal!

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