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

Chapter 723 Attack
Faye, the port of Chartres.

【The Wailing Stone Garden】.

This is one of the three plague-affected areas in the port of Chartres, and also the largest one.

It should have originally been owned by the Copper Gear Gang, one of the three major gangs.

But with the defeat of its leader Whitney Watson and the unexpected deaths of all the core members of the Nightingale Society.

The Greythroat Gang, originally the weakest, rapidly annexed and devoured the territory with the help of Sharon of the Dogmen and unknown individuals.

But naturally.

Unlike the Nightingale Gang, which is powerless due to the absence of its core members, the Copper Gear Gang's six 'Big Gears', including Whitney Watson, are still putting up a fierce fight.

However, with someone's enhancement, Sharon's strength has surpassed that of a typical eighth-tier, and she can even put up a fight against Whitney Watson, who is at the ninth tier.

The Great Gears were also forced to abandon the Howling Stone Garden, which was controlled by the Copper Gear Gang, and retreat to the Nightingale Plague Territory, which was easier to defend and had been previously captured.

Sharon's goal has always been to enter the realm in order to enhance her plague.

Now that we've won, we'll inevitably need to spend some time refining our skills and digesting the energy that someone has been feeding us for the past two weeks.

"Well"

The dog-woman picked up a test tube filled with soil, looking puzzled. "How come it's weakened so much, just like the area over there in the [Stagnation Land]? Tidal phenomenon? That can't be right."

She paused, sorted and put away the collected diseased soil, a glint of understanding flashing in her beautiful eyes as she glanced at the man beside her, lost in thought.

"Not progressing well?"

"Not really, you could even say it's pretty much the same."

Rhodes yawned.

I haven't slept for two weeks, so I'm definitely a bit sleepy.

It's not that my body is weak, but I'm always feeling mentally exhausted.

Unlike the "Stagnation Land" where deformed trees linger.

The most distinctive feature of the Wailing Stone Garden is naturally the haphazardly growing stones, resembling reefs.

The rocks, covered with lung-shaped patterns, emit a coughing sound like that of a tuberculosis patient and spray infectious droplets when creatures approach.

In fact, those rocks are not inorganic at all, but rather organisms composed of fungi and decaying flesh.

If you look closely, you can see the details of its rolling and multiplying.

"Can't handle it? There are only three girls. You have far more than that in the forest."

Sharon scoffed dismissively and teased.

"You've drained me dry. Even Terry isn't as ruthless as you."

Rod joked.

It's impossible to squeeze them dry; the parties we had every night in the forest before were much more intense than this.

Furthermore, Terry controls her diet, while the witch Demia has poor stamina.

Sharon was the only one who could really fight, but she was actually quite exhausted.

"Pah, I don't know who's been clinging to me like a stud every night, I don't even have time to play with the permissions of that magic network management."

Sharon may have a sharp tongue, but she's not as thick-skinned as Terri.

Rod hugged her waist, and the firm, clean flesh beneath the fabric made him want to caress it.

"It's been so long since we last met, I have to make up for all the time we missed. You have no idea how uncomfortable I feel without someone's dog hair on my bed in the forest."

"I've said it before, these nonsense sweet nothings don't work on me."

She snorted and pried Rod's hand away, her tail starting to wag unconsciously again.

Just as Rod was about to speak, he suddenly felt a gust of bloody wind, mixed with spiritual energy, sweep past.

Slightly startled, I turned my head to look at the distant sky, where a faint yellowish-green mist floated in the clouds, leaving some traces.

He grinned and said, "Here comes the revenge."

Sharon wasn't stupid; she immediately recognized Whitney and her expression turned slightly cold. "I'll call for help."

"Wait, don't make a move yet. I've gained quite a bit recently, but I haven't had the chance to go all out. This is a good opportunity to test the waters."

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Seeing the man's arrogant smile, Sharon opened her mouth, then quickly calmed down.

She wasn't like Callisto, who was overly concerned; she simply nodded and stepped aside.

Of course, Terry and Demia still need to be called over. One of them is naturally lazy, and the other was quite exhausted last night and is probably still asleep at the villa.

The leaden-gray clouds surged like festering wounds.

A yellow-green vortex spun, pulling apart and crushing the thick clouds, and three figures appeared at the very center.

One of them was Whitney Watson.

She was a relatively well-dressed lady, while the other two were somewhat disgusting.

One was a tall, thin man whose race was indistinguishable, his body wrapped in bandages, with a pair of fleshy wings made of rotting flesh and bone spurs spreading out from his back, and holding a rotten wooden staff.

The other was also a man, shirtless, revealing strong, bloated muscles, his skin a purplish-black color covered in pustules, and his skull mask's eye sockets burning with eerie purple flames. He held a giant, pitch-black axe.

Including Whitney Watson.

It is a combination of two mages and one warrior.

The strong man wielding a giant axe suddenly withdrew his flight ability.

It crashed into the ground like a runaway beast, the shockwave shattering stone slabs within a ten-meter radius.

He slowly straightened up, his body covered in bursting sores that splattered onto the broken stone slabs.

A sinister laugh came from beneath the mask:
"I am Zeno the Meteorite. Ranger Rod. I've heard you defeated Asmodeus. It's a pity I didn't encounter him in Purgatory, otherwise... hehehe."

Rhodes, unusually, ignored him and slowly drew his sword.

It's quite normal that the other party knew his identity, since he didn't hide it at all and didn't even change his face.

He used to have some consideration for others.

Now that I'm at the peak of the eighth rank, how am I supposed to pick up girls if I still have to cover up my handsome face?

"He really is in the anchoring field. It's been a long time since I've seen such a big-shot fool. Enough with the small talk, Zeno, get to work. After this job, I need to go back and get married."

The tall, thin man with fleshy wings above was an impatient man; without saying a word, he raised his rotten wooden staff.

A curtain of miasma rose from behind him like a giant wave, forming layers of ghostly faces that rushed towards Rhodes.

Whitney looked coldly at Rhodes, not forgetting to remind him:

"Don't try to withstand this man's attack."

The energy wave formed by the combined power of the two spells, 【Withering Gaze】 and 【Plague Rumination】, fell instantly.

He frowned when he saw that the two curses, which required immunity to perception and immunity to physicality respectively, had been successfully exempted.

But it is still within the expected range.

She has prepared a large amount of materials for cursing and weakening spells; let's wear her down slowly.

Unlike their flashy antics, Meteor Zeno grinned and charged forward with his giant axe.

As for Rod, he was still bound by the restriction that his feet could not leave the ground.

Without even glancing at the two mages, he simply let his arms hang naturally at his sides, and the black gold steel sword in his hand quickly gathered spiritual energy.

"【Aetheron's Flash】? Hahahaha! Why are you still using such an outdated spiritual spell? How many swords can you even swing?"

"Not many, about a hundred swords."

“You can really blow!”

The giant axe crashed down, and even as it was still in the air, the surging force shattered the ground, causing large sections of the earth to split and sink.

Zeno let out a sinister laugh, then suddenly his pupils contracted as countless black and gold sword lights flew through the air and crashed into him without warning, enveloping him in an instant.

(End of this chapter)