I'm a forest ranger, why would I enslave a succubus?

Chapter 720 Sneak Attack
A pale green mist lingered in the plague-affected area, hovering three feet above the ground.

If they hadn't been at a distance and protected by a white, hemispherical ritual object, they might have been affected by the miasma and fog.

Loose, rotten soil stuck to the soles of the iron-clad shoes.

An unpredictable yellow-green light began to flicker from the [Stagnation Land] and continued all the way to Rhodes' feet.

There were quite a few people around the place where things had stopped.

They all noticed this situation, chuckled, and didn't pay any more attention.

Some disgusting people might say, "Another bumpkin."

Rod didn't care, but Terry would glare at him with her teeth bared.

The Greythroat gang girl, who was acting as the tour guide, gave Rhodes a strange look.

"Mr. Rhodes, are you performing [Domain Anchoring]?"

Rhodes hadn't expected the plague domain to respond so directly, or even produce a small anomaly.

【Domain Anchoring】 is the method of enhancing domains taught by Kraft Starry, the father of the famous star Lyra Starry and the lord of Cloudweave City.

"Is there a problem?"

"It's not a problem, but most people's [domain anchoring] is for things the size of weapons. In such a large domain, people often come to try it out."

The tour guide smiled politely, but her unspoken message was that she was advising Rod not to waste his time.

"That's true, but I'm the kind of person who won't admit defeat until I'm faced with a real crisis. I'll have to trouble you to wait for me, Miss."

"It's alright, it's alright. Since she's a good friend of Sister Sharon, it's perfectly normal for her to have lofty ambitions!"

Sharon seems to have a good position in the Greythroat gang; the tour guide's eyes were practically overflowing with admiration when she mentioned her name.

The witch Demia was still regretting betraying her best friend for the second time, but now she became a little interested after hearing this.

"Sharon. What does she usually do in Faye?"

"The boss doesn't play with us. Most of the time she's alone in the lab, or she's here to improve the strength of the plague field. She only appears when the Greythroat Gang has problems, and she always manages to solve any difficulties that arise!"

Dimia's smile softened.

She experiences a paradoxical interplay of relishing betrayal and cherishing affection.

Rod didn't think much of it; it was a good display of charm.

A brief shower of acid rain fell, dripping and sizzling on the white ceremony floor.

At this time.

A flash of silvery-white light appeared.

Without turning his head, Rhodes grabbed the object with his palm imbued with the [Dragon Scale Technique].

when! ! !
Sparks flew.

The blade was firmly gripped by a hand like an iron clamp, and then pressed down with tremendous force, causing it to bend and twist.

Rod twisted his hand in the opposite direction, instantly transferring the enormous twisting force.

"Uh-huh!"

click-

A painful groan mixed with the crisp sound of breaking bones, and the force of struggle that had been gripping the knife immediately receded.

"Anti-stealth, Terry."

Terri frowned, annoyed that she hadn't noticed.

With lightning speed, the magic ring was crushed.

They met the astonished gazes of Dimia and the tour guide.

A large amount of purple magical mist erupted, and four or five humanoid silhouettes were immediately revealed. With a snap, their invisibility spells were broken, and their true forms were exposed.

The races are quite diverse, including lizardmen, dark elves, snake people, and humans.

The dark elf looked pained; his right arm was twisted almost 180 degrees, with bone fragments piercing his skin.

The white ceremony only provides shelter from the rain and toxic fumes; it doesn't actually prevent the physical body from entering.

"It's a bastard from the Copper Gears!" exclaimed the Greythroat gang's guide.

This is Greythroat territory, and the feud between the two gangs has already begun. A single shout immediately ignited the anger of everyone present.

Just as they were about to launch an attack...

A powerful pressure swept over, and a thick line of fire carrying a putrid mist instantly struck one of the Greythroat gang members.

After screaming, his entire body turned to charcoal and he collapsed to the ground, utterly dead.

Looking up at the sky, a burly man with a thick black beard floated in the air, enveloped in a cloud of acid mist, his gaze cruelly fixed on the panicked crowd below.

"It's Levin, the big gear of the copper gear!"

"Where is the guardian of the [Stagnant Land]!?"

"The medicine factory was attacked by them, and everyone went to help. Damn it, they did it on purpose!"

Big Gear Levin stuffed a clump of black herbs into his mouth and chewed it with a grimacing expression.

Immediately, flames enveloping its body, shrouded in acidic mist, burst forth fiercely.

He grinned maliciously and poked his head:

"War isn't just about strength, it's also about brains. And it's absolutely true that you bunch of idiots haven't even fully developed their brains yet. Look at you, there are even morons trying to anchor their territory. It's fucking hilarious."

Pfft!

A bolt of lightning flashed by.

Levin, the giant gear, was startled, and his voice abruptly stopped.

He blankly coughed up a mouthful of blood, and when he looked down, he found a hole the size of a bowl in his chest, with his shattered heart and lungs ripped out and adorning his clothes.

"How can that be?"

As the Eye of the Storm spear transformed back into lightning and returned to Rhodes's hand, the Great Gear Levin fell to the ground in utter astonishment.

Everyone, including the tour guide, stared at him wide-eyed, and even the man who had initially made sarcastic remarks took a step back in fear.

Rhodes didn't care, and more and more spiritual beings surrounded him.

Dimia walked over, her brow furrowed. "Sharon hasn't replied to me. Perhaps she went to help that medicine factory. I'm afraid something might happen to her."

Rhodes shook his head, seeing everything clearly through the perspective of the [Despair Mycelium] that had set up the burly man in the tavern yesterday.

Sharon was indeed under attack, but she was by no means without the ability to fight back.

"Terry, protect our legendary mage. I'll be right back."

"Okay~~"
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A putrid fog enveloped the shattered streets, as the aftershocks of two plagues clashed together.

Then it exploded like fireworks, and the air currents and plague toxic gases spread wildly outward.

Sharon stood atop a half-collapsed clock tower, looking displeased, clutching her abdomen with one hand, blood seeping from between her fingers.

The golden ponytail fluttered in the poisonous wind, and beneath her feet, the bricks and stones were visibly rotting into grayish-green mud, which slowly flowed down the walls.

opposite.

Mrs. Whitney Watson stood in the middle of the ruins of the fountain square, her middle-aged face emitting a sticky, low laugh.

The once magnificent group of statues has long since melted away, and the marble surface is covered with honeycomb-like ulcers, constantly oozing a foul-smelling pus.

The water in the fountain pool had turned into thick, viscous blood, bubbling and churning, with a few bloated, whitish corpses occasionally floating to the surface.

"You came all this way just for this? Sharon?"

"You have so many wrinkles on your face, no amount of makeup can cover them up, Whitney."

Sharon curled her lip, too lazy to say anything to her, and immediately launched into a personal attack.

Whitney Watson's expression immediately turned sinister: "Let's see how long you can keep up this stubbornness."

She had barely finished speaking when she suddenly turned her head in shock and anger to look into the distance.

"A fool who tried to anchor himself in the plague killed Levin? How is that possible?"

(End of this chapter)