A Hospital in Another World? Chapter 961: The Plague Maiden is Finished, the Plague Lord is Defeated!

Cirilla was throwing fireballs, fire rings, and firewalls all around.

Garrett was beside her, extending his mental web and continuously casting various targeted bactericidal spells. Referencing content from his previous life’s "Infectious Diseases" textbook, he targeted every pathogenic bacterium, not even sparing those on cattle.

What?

Viral infections?

Kill him. The structure of viruses was something he couldn’t remember no matter how hard he tried, and locking onto them with mental power was entirely impossible. This was something he could address once he created an electron microscope. As long as he eliminated the main pathogenic bacteria, the Plague Maiden’s power would be significantly reduced.

While he was killing bacteria with all his might, the Golden Eagle Warriors also flew in from outside the battlefield, joining the fight.

These Golden Eagle Warriors’ combat power far surpassed that of the tribal warriors below, who wielded battle axes and clubs with great effort. With a gentle wave of their weapons, blade-like energy flew out, bright and sharp, destroying large swaths of the Plague Maiden’s black mist with each strike.

Even more terrifying was that each warrior’s body was enveloped in a faint golden flame. With every flap of their wings, golden flames flew out from the tips.

Wherever the golden flames burned, the black mist was incinerated in an instant. Although the golden flames were less imposing than the fireballs thrown by Cirilla, their burning efficiency was not inferior in the slightest.

Even the White Horn King Bull led his strongest descendants, lifting his head to exhale large breaths of energy. Each explosion was accompanied by a piercing scream and a cheer of excitement in Garrett’s perception:

Charge!

For the tribe!

Kill the Plague Maiden, kill her so she can never harm the children of the tribe again!

Garrett was diligently casting targeted bactericidal spells, one after another, trying to clear the remaining power of the Plague Maiden. Cirilla took him on a lap, then another, before poking him:

"Hey!"

"What?"

"That demon is running away! Should we chase after it?"

Was she avoiding even mentioning the name "Plague Maiden"? But indeed, with that Dementor-like appearance, the name "Plague Maiden" didn’t quite fit anymore. Especially now that even the Dementor had been dispersed...

Garrett’s mouth twitched as he looked in the direction Cirilla was pointing. A faint black mist was skimming the ground, fleeing rapidly, with the Red Hawk God folding its wings tightly, diving at high speed in pursuit.

Behind the Red Hawk God, six Golden Eagle Warriors formed a formation, their bodies shrouded in faint golden eagle projections, also in hot pursuit. Further back, the totem gods and warriors surged forward...

"What are they doing?"

"It seems like they’re fighting over something..."

Garrett looked from afar, uninterested. What was there to fight over from the Plague Maiden? Mosquitoes, flies, or fleas and bedbugs?

Thanks, but if he had a can of insecticide, he’d rather press the button and spray it all at once, killing all those pests. As for the so-called ecological balance, what ecological balance?

What ecological balance could be more important than his mood and clean sight?

As for bacteria—please, pathogenic bacteria, if seen by a plague branch magician, would indeed be a cause for celebration, calling friends over to grab them. But to Garrett, forget it, he’d rather collect them slowly and cultivate them in his lab.

After all, hadn’t he already cultivated a large batch in his lab?

"Forget it. So many people are rushing up; they should be able to kill that demon..." To accommodate Cirilla’s feelings, Garrett also referred to the "Plague Maiden" as "that demon":

"Let’s just clean up its remnants. There’s nothing worth grabbing from a demon—huh?"

Suddenly, his heart thumped heavily. It felt like something was eager to come out—Garrett instinctively raised his oak staff, pointing straight ahead, in the direction the Plague Maiden was fleeing.

A flash of light from the staff tip. The small snake, which had been hibernating after consuming the power of the Snake Woman, suddenly appeared on the oak staff.

Its delicate body had grown from one foot to three feet long, each scale shimmering like a gemstone. It coiled its tail around the staff’s front end, extending its body forward, flicking its tongue like lightning:

"Want! Want! Want! Eat! Eat! Eat!"

"Eat what?"

"Eat!"

This little snake must be an idiot...

Garrett had a headache. He couldn’t hit it, couldn’t scold it, and when he tried communicating with mental power, all it knew was "eat eat eat"...

Garrett tried to hold the oak staff upright, and the little snake immediately bent down, forming an upside-down "L" shape with the staff; then he turned the staff around, and the little snake instantly twisted direction, coiling and springing towards its original direction.

Fine, whatever it wanted to eat, it was in the direction of the Plague Maiden... Garrett looked to Cirilla for confirmation:

"It wants to go over there to eat something. Should we go?"

"Alright!"

Cirilla hugged Garrett around the waist, adjusted her direction, and shot forward quickly. The hot wind whistled past their ears, and before long, they had overtaken the pursuing warriors below, bypassed a group of lower-level totem gods, and reached the front line:

The golden eagle projections around the Golden Eagle Warriors and the massive Red Hawk God were encircling and attacking, trying to kill the Plague Maiden. On the ground, a black shadow was darting in every direction, sometimes skimming the ground, sometimes shooting up high, and sometimes diving underground...

The terrain ahead was particularly complex, with dense forests, rapids, waterfalls, and swamps crisscrossing. The Golden Eagle and Red Hawk launched successive attacks but could never finish off the Plague Maiden, only tearing off bits and pieces of black mist from her.

Cirilla and Garrett quickly arrived. The Red Hawk glanced back and then ignored them, continuing its attack. The Golden Eagle, however, let out a sharp cry, flapping its wings, and the feathers on its neck puffed up, somewhat challenging them.

"Do you want to go now?" Garrett petted the anxious, coiling, and uncoiling little snake on the oak staff, softly communicating with it:

"The battle isn’t over yet. Let’s wait a bit? They are all very strong; I can’t beat them, and you can’t either. How about we wait until they’re done, then grab something?"

"No need!" Cirilla suddenly interrupted. She pulled Garrett forcefully:

"We’ve fought so hard; why should we let them take the advantage? We have the strength to face them head-on! Let’s go!"

She inhaled, exhaled, and let out a long howl. In the howl, her silver-blue eyes turned into vertical pupils, and even fine dragon-scale patterns appeared on the sides of her cheeks.

This Silver Dragon Lady, using her most powerful aura in human form, fully declared:

"I’m coming!"

The Golden Eagle and Red Hawk exchanged a glance and tacitly moved aside, making way. Cirilla stepped forward and pointed:

"Shh!"

A massive, semicircular firewall spread out in the distance. Although the flames were condensed and not blazing, the nearby black mist immediately recoiled and burrowed downward. At the same time, a sharp wail echoed in Garrett’s perception.

The Golden Eagle and Red Hawk launched simultaneous attacks. Garrett didn’t advance but planted the oak staff into the ground, closed his eyes, and extended his perception:

The green leaves on the staff rustled, sending Garrett’s thoughts outwards. Telling the forest, the bushes, the wild grass, the water plants in the streams, and the green algae in the swamps:

Tell me where it is!

Tell me where it is!

It is the enemy, the enemy of nature, the destroyer! Trees, wild grass, insects, birds, and beasts, point it out for me, and together, we will eliminate its remaining power!

A green glow rose from Garrett, intertwining and resonating with the surrounding nature. Gradually, the surrounding terrain became distinct in his meditative vision:

Where there were towering trees, where fish and shrimp swam in the streams, where cliffs and rocks stood, where black marshes accumulated. Where large fire rings were erected, where bright or dark forces were constantly attacking...

"It’s here!"

Garrett suddenly opened his eyes. At the same time, the little snake shot out, transforming into a black and white streak, diving into the center of the black light.

When it charged in, it was still as thick as a chopstick, less than a foot long, and could coil up into the size of a palm. After rushing into the black light, it suddenly opened its mouth. The small snake's mouth stretched wider and wider, from 45 degrees to 60 degrees, to 90 degrees, to 145 degrees...

It kept opening wider, tearing a chunk out of the black light and swallowing it. Then another bite, and another, and another...

"Eat less! Be careful not to get hit!"

Garrett focused his mind, reminding it with all his might. The little snake paused for a moment, then its body suddenly turned incorporeal, burrowing underground and disappearing. Phew, thankfully, it knew

to avoid...

Garrett had just breathed a sigh of relief when it reappeared from another spot, its body bulging, and rushed into the black mist for another bite.

Garrett helplessly closed his eyes for a moment. You’re too brave; although the Plague Maiden has been beaten down, there are still two others!

Fortunately, the Golden Eagle and Red Hawk, attacking the snake’s owner, showed the greatest tolerance towards the little snake. They landed on the ground, focused on their frenzied eating, and ignored the snake.

Of course, from Garrett’s perspective, this was likely because the battle had entered the cleanup phase, and if they didn’t eat now, there would be nothing left...

In any case, the little snake bit here and there, growing into a three-meter-long, bowl-thick python without taking a single hit.

Finally, it pounced on Garrett with its coiled body like it had a bunch of tires, transforming into a streak of light and diving into his meditative world...

"Garrett! Garrett!—Garrett, hang in there!!!"

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