A Hospital in Another World? Chapter 965: Do You Think I’ll Withdraw the Plague Just Because You Asked? Dream On!

An invisible and formless aura rose among the ranks of the White Eagle Warriors. In an instant, the three hundred neatly arrayed White Eagle Warriors turned pale—

According to the standard description of the 【Group Plague Spell】, this spell is triggered by a powerful dry cough, causing a black and red mist to rise in the designated area. Within the mist, all living beings are affected by the spell and fall ill immediately.

However, to Garrett Nordmark, this method was too crude, really too crude. A powerful dry cough likely meant that the caster of the plague spell had cultivated the pathogen within themselves and expelled it through the cough;

The black and red mist probably indicated that the caster wasn't sure what growth conditions each pathogen required or what symptoms they could induce, so they used a generalized approach to cover all bases;

As for the signs being too obvious and easily recognizable, that was the least of concerns when facing spell failure.

But once he understood the principles of the spell, Garrett could modify it when casting it himself. After the modification, the method could be more concealed, and the effect could be even stronger. As for why he used an oak staff to point forward and shouted "Go"—

Well, sometimes a sense of ritual is necessary. Besides, having a casting gesture allowed the Golden Eagle Warriors to confirm he was indeed doing his job...

"Ahhhhhh!"

"My face! My face!"

The screams rose one after another.

However, the cries quickly subsided. Each White Eagle Warrior clutched their throats, choking, kneeling, and even rolling on the ground.

On their hands, faces, necks, all exposed skin, there were patches of bright red, appearing terrifying and gruesome—

Six Golden Eagle Warriors were shocked. They hurried forward, bending down to check:

At first glance, they breathed a sigh of relief. The White Eagle Warriors' skin wasn't covered in blood, just tiny red rashes the size of pinheads. Most of them were blood-red, some had yellow or white tops, looking like they were festering;

On second glance, they felt something was wrong. These White Eagle Warriors had furrowed brows, pained expressions, and their breath was hot. A touch to the forehead revealed a high fever. Pressing the skin made the rashes blanch, only to redden again once released;

A few shakes showed that the stronger ones could still moan and struggle, their voices completely hoarse; the weaker ones were already curled up on the ground, clutching their heads, muttering about headaches. Their tongues were coated with a white film with tiny red spots protruding.

Some White Eagle Warriors, unable to withstand the itching, began to scratch themselves wildly. Hard nails raked the skin, leaving five bloody scratches each time. Soon, their faces, arms, even necks were covered in blood...

"This..."

The Golden Eagle Warriors exchanged grave looks. The leader stood up, turned, and strode towards Garrett. He had only taken three steps when a scream erupted behind him:

"Kusco! What's wrong with you!"

The leader turned sharply. He saw the youngest Golden Eagle Warrior, Kusco, half-kneeling, supporting a red-faced, semi-conscious White Eagle Warrior.

This older White Eagle Warrior, resembling Kusco, was probably a relative. He was in such pain that he clawed wildly, leaving red marks on Kusco's arm...

Then they watched in horror as red rashes spread across Kusco's arm, cheeks, and neck. He tried to speak, but his voice was completely hoarse, only managing a few weak "ah" sounds.

"Oh... Honorable Plague Lord..."

The Golden Eagle Warriors were completely subdued. They respectfully bowed their heads to Garrett, putting away all previous scheming:

"Your power is deeply imprinted in our minds. Please forgive our testing and offense, withdraw your divine power, and spare these young warriors..."

In the previous battle, Garrett's performance was evident. Though he played a significant role, his energy intensity was still slightly weaker than the strongest White Eagle.

Even the silver-haired girl was much stronger than him. However, the six of them together could still fend her off. Moreover, the Golden Eagle Warriors had twelve members and the Eagle God backing them!

Such a power balance allowed for negotiation and strategy—if they could enlist Garrett and the girl without additional cost to fight the White Ghost, they could gain more favor and power from the Eagle God!

But now it was different. Garrett's power was more bizarre than the Plague Maiden's, invisible and formless. This all-over scarlet plague was something they had never seen before. Even Golden Eagle Warriors could be affected?

"You think you can command the plague as you please?" Garrett hadn't spoken yet, but Cirilla had already snapped, her face stern. She didn't even look at the warriors after her rebuke, pulling Garrett along and putting away the mage's small house:

"We're leaving!"

"Wait! Wait!" The leading Golden Eagle Warrior quickly stopped them. He hurriedly circled in front of them, spreading his arms to block their way. As he lifted his arms, he felt a rush of killing intent, quickly saluted:

"We are willing to pay a price! We can offer rewards! Please withdraw your divine power!"

He spoke while starting to remove his ornaments. He placed a necklace on the ground, then a pair of bracelets, and two large gold rings with gems...

The other Golden Eagle Warriors followed, and soon a small pile of gold lay at Garrett's feet.

Cirilla snorted, her expression slightly eased. Garrett's face also relaxed a bit. He reached into his space bag and took out a cold iron box and six syringes:

"I won't withdraw my divine power, consider it a lesson. The medicine in these small glass bottles, one dose per person. Use the syringe to draw the liquid, inject it into the small glass bottle, shake well, then inject it into them. It will keep them alive for a day."

He glanced at the White Eagle Warriors. Scarlet fever that flared up immediately looked terrifying, but with the physique of mid to high-level warriors, they should survive. A shot of penicillin would increase their chances—

"If they can't handle the medicine's strength, give them an Encouragement Spell or any motivational spell. Also, if you don't want the entire Eagle God Kingdom to fall ill..."

"This will spread further?!"

The leading Golden Eagle Warrior looked up, eyes filled with fear. Garrett spread his hands:

"What do you think?—If you don't want that, make sure they bathe thoroughly before returning, burn or boil all their clothes. Handle the rest of the treatment yourselves!"

He created a wind barrier around himself and Cirilla, then flew off with her. The Golden Eagle Warriors looked at each other, then rolled up their sleeves and began injecting the warriors as Garrett instructed.

Once the medicine was administered, Kusco's complexion improved first. He knelt and prayed to the Eagle God, his golden flames flickering, then heaved a long sigh. As he stood, the rashes on his face and body faded, and his voice returned to normal.

But his breath was blood-red, scorching the grass where it landed.

Table of content - Next Chapter >>>