Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

Ge Duo was still wearing that deep purple dress, her pale fingers toying with a dark green herb, her eerie green eyes half-closed, as if she were attending an extremely boring tea party.

She didn't take out her staff, but casually leaned it against her arm, the dark gem at the top of the staff shimmering faintly in the morning light.

Just two people, only two people.

Chrysanthemum Douluo's gaze lingered on Eva and Godot for a moment each.

Eva's soul power fluctuations were calm and restrained, like a bottomless pool of water, its depths unfathomable. Ge Duo's soul power carried a faint, refreshing scent of grass and trees, truly befitting her title as the continent's number one alchemist.

But that's all. Two against three, and completely outclassed, the outcome of this battle was predetermined from the start.

“Lady Eva.” Chrysanthemum Douluo spoke first, his voice unhurried and composed, carrying a sense of superiority.

"His Holiness the Pope asked me to send his regards to you. She said that if the lady is willing to submit to the Martial Soul Empire, these remnants of the Northern Army can be spared from death."

Upon hearing this, Eva raised an eyebrow slightly. Then she smiled, not a polite, perfunctory smile, but a genuine, heartfelt smile, as if she had heard an extremely funny joke.

"Elder Yue Guan," she began, her voice still languid and composed, "you've been in the Spirit Hall for so many years, don't you know who I, Eva, am?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo's smile faded slightly. "Since Madam is unwilling, then don't blame this old man for being impolite."

As soon as he finished speaking, golden light suddenly shone brightly around him, and the phantom of his martial soul, the Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum, bloomed behind him. The petals unfolded layer upon layer, with sharp edges like blades, and a chilling light that made people dare not look directly at them.

Ghost Leopard Douluo snorted coldly, his figure moved slightly, and his body shone with a bright blue light. A phantom of a completely black ghost leopard condensed behind him, with ghostly green flames burning in its eyes and faint sounds of wind and thunder coming from beneath its four paws.

Ghost Douluo didn't speak, but slowly raised his right hand, and a ball of pitch-black soul power condensed in his palm. The surrounding air made a slight hissing sound under the corrosive effect of that cold aura.

Five figures stood facing each other in the sky, none of them making the first move.

Battles between Title Douluos are no child's play. At their level, a single mistake can be exploited by the opponent, leading to a fatal blow. The one who strikes first is often the one who first reveals a weakness.

But under the sky and on the earth, war will not wait for them.

In the central command post of the Martial Soul Empire, the command flag was suddenly waved downwards.

The deep, resonant sound of the horns, like the roar of an ancient beast, boomed across the vast wilderness. It was the horn of siege; the 100,000-strong army had waited for this moment for three whole days.

The heavily armored infantry in the front row moved first. They raised their iron shields, which were half a person's height, to their chests, and the shields fit together perfectly, forming a moving Great Wall of Steel.

A faint aura of soul power flowed across the surface of the shield; it was a defensive soul skill cast by the support-type soul masters accompanying the army before the battle.

Behind the shield wall, archers nocked their arrows, the arrowheads wrapped in linen soaked in kerosene, emitting a pungent odor in the cold wind.

On the city wall, General Qin swung his sword downwards with a sudden thud. "Release the arrows!"

Thousands of bowstrings vibrated simultaneously, and arrows poured down from the city wall like a black rainstorm, piercing the shield wall of the Martial Soul Empire with sharp whistling sounds.

Some arrows were deflected by the shields, sending sparks flying across the iron surface. Others pierced through the gaps between the shields, embedding themselves in the shoulders and arms of the soldiers behind them.

Many more arrows were blocked by the aura of soul power flowing on the shield wall, as if they had hit an invisible wall, and broke off and fell.

The rain of arrows from the defenders was just the first appetizer.

The new crossbows of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, mounted on the city wall, emitted a dull thud as thick as a child's arm shot out with a piercing whistle that tore through the air.

The arrowheads of these crossbow bolts are forged from a special alloy, specifically designed to pierce soul power shields. The moment a crossbow bolt strikes the shield wall, the flowing aura of soul power trembles violently a few times, then shatters like ice being smashed by a stone.

The three heavily armored infantrymen behind the shield were pierced by crossbow bolts and pinned to the ground before they could even scream.

But the Spirit Empire's offensive did not stop there. Behind the shield wall, the offensive-type spirit masters accompanying the army began to unleash their spirit skills.

Clusters of fireballs, trailing long flames, rose from behind the shield wall, tracing dense parabolic arcs in the air before crashing down on the city wall.

The fireball exploded the moment it hit the battlements, sending debris flying. Several archers who couldn't dodge in time were thrown to the ground by the blast wave, their leather armor sizzling as it was licked by the flames.

More soul skills followed.

Ice spikes, wind blades, lightning, earth spikes—soul skills of all attributes rained down on the city walls as if they were free.

The defenders on the city wall were equally determined. The Soul Masters of the Northern Allied Forces unleashed their Martial Souls, and colorful Soul Rings lit up the city wall.

Defensive Soul Masters erected massive shields, blocking most ranged Soul Skills outside the city walls.

The offensive Soul Master leaned out from the crenellations and unleashed his pent-up Soul Skills into the group of soldiers climbing ladders below the city wall.

Soul rings shone, soul skills roared, and blood flowed freely on the bluestone wall.

At this moment, the entire city wall of the Iron Gate Pass transformed into a giant meat grinder.

Unnoticed by anyone, in a neglected spot on the edge of the battlefield, a small, bright green snake was silently slithering along the frozen ground towards the Martial Soul Empire's army.

Its speed was not fast, in fact, it was quite slow. Compared to the whistling soul skills and deafening explosions on the battlefield, the existence of this snake was almost negligible.

It was so inconspicuous, its body only as thick as a thumb and no more than three feet long. When it snaked through the withered grass, it was no different from an ordinary grass snake.

However, if a powerful expert at the Title Douluo level were to concentrate their spiritual power to the extreme, they would discover the terrifying power contained within this snake.

That was the Azure Phosphorous Serpent Emperor, the true form of the martial soul of Dugu Bo, the 93rd level Title Douluo, the Poison Douluo.

It simply shrunk itself to the extreme, concealing all its aura, like a real, harmless snake.

This was precisely the plan that Dugu Bo and Eva had discussed before the battle. He was not capable of a direct assault on the city.

He knows his own limitations best; among the titled Douluo level experts, Dugu Bo can be considered one of the worst.

In terms of soul power, level 93 is two levels lower than level 95.

In terms of martial spirit, although the Azure Phosphorus Serpent King has a powerful venom, it has never been good at head-on confrontations.

In terms of combat experience, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo are both veterans of the Spirit Hall Elder Council, with decades of fame. What can a Poison Douluo like him use to fight them head-on?

But in terms of lethality on the battlefield, let alone Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo, even if Bibi Dong herself were here, she might not be able to kill more people than Dugu Bo.

The Azure Phosphorus Serpent King's Poison is something even Title Douluos have to be wary of.

If an ordinary Soul Master is infected, those below the Soul King level will almost certainly die upon contact, and even those above the Soul Emperor level will not last more than a short time.

As for the ordinary soldiers without soul power, they were as fragile as paper in the face of the Azure Phosphorous Serpent King's poison.

Eva's mission for him was never to confront Chrysanthemum Douluo and his group head-on.

Instead, he concealed himself and waited until the Martial Soul Empire's army was fully deployed and in its densest formation before using the Azure Phosphorus Serpent Emperor's Poison to deliver a devastating blow from the flank.

Dugu Bo traversed the withered grass at the edge of the wasteland, bypassed several corpses killed by stray arrows, and silently slid into the flank of the Martial Soul Empire's army, skimming the ground.

The deafening roar of the soul skill explosions and soldiers' shouts above him became his best cover.

He climbed over a siege engine whose wheels had been pierced by crossbow bolts, squeezed through the gaps between the hooves of a light cavalry charge toward the city walls, and finally stopped in a relatively quiet area.

This place is only three hundred paces from the edge of the main camp of the Martial Soul Empire.

The Azure Phosphorous Serpent King narrowed its pair of emerald green vertical pupils slightly. A layer of dark green light slowly spread from beneath its tiny scales, silently creeping along the ground towards the direction of the Spirit Empire's army.

The light was so faint that it was almost impossible to notice on this battlefield, which was illuminated by the dazzling array of soul skills.

As the dark green light spread, a layer of light green mist began to slowly emerge.

At first, the fog was very thin, like the kind of thin fog most commonly seen on the wasteland at dawn, mixed in with the smoke and dust that filled the battlefield, and did not attract anyone's attention.

The soldiers of the Martial Soul Empire were focused on charging towards the Iron Gate Pass city wall. Who would notice the faint green mist beneath their feet?

But as the fog thickened and the sweet, fishy smell began to fill the nostrils, someone finally noticed.

A light cavalryman who was drawing his bow and nocking an arrow suddenly coughed violently.

The cough came without warning, and was sudden and violent, as if something was churning inside his lungs.

He instinctively covered his mouth with his hand, only to find his palm covered in blood-tinged saliva. He tried to shout, but his throat felt blocked by something, and he could only let out a few muffled sobs.

Then his comrades began to cough. One, two, three, five, ten. The coughs spread outward like invisible ripples through the dense ranks of soldiers, and wherever they passed, soldiers bent over, their faces turning purple, their eyes bloodshot, and blood-tinged foam gushing from their mouths and noses.

Panic began to spread.

It wasn't the panic of being driven back by the enemy, but a deeper, more primal fear.

Unable to see the enemy, unaware of what was happening, people around them fell one after another, bleeding from their seven orifices, convulsing, and large patches of dark green spots appearing on their skin, as if something was gnawing at their bodies from the inside.

"Poison! It's poisonous fog!"

It's unclear who shouted it first, but the voice was so sharp it cracked, sounding like a pebble thrown into a calm lake amidst the dense army formation.

Chapter 519 Countless Mirrors

The soldiers around them instinctively wanted to retreat, but those in the back rows kept pushing forward, while those in the front rows desperately tried to push back, and the entire flank formation began to fall into chaos.

But the poisonous fog won't wait for anyone.

The dark green mist spread outwards in concentric circles from where Dugu Bo was located.

Wherever the dark green light passed, the weeds withered and turned black instantly, and even the frozen, hard soil was corroded into a layer of fine foam.

Those soldiers who inhaled the poisonous fog fell and never got up again. Their bodies rotted at a visible rate, their skin ulcerated, their muscles dissolved, revealing the bones underneath, which were stained dark green by the toxins.

A centurion at the Soul King level reacted faster, releasing a defensive soul skill before the poisonous fog arrived, enveloping him in a light blue shield.

He thought he was safe, but the Jade Phosphorous Serpent King's Poison was no ordinary poison. Its domineering nature lay in its ability to erode soul power.

The pale blue light shield hissed and corroded in the dark green mist, and within just three or four breaths, it crumbled into pieces like thin paper soaked in acid.

The centurion didn't even have time to scream before he was swallowed by the poisonous fog. He staggered forward a few steps before collapsing to the ground.

Soldiers fell in droves in the poisonous fog, like wheat being harvested.

Only then did the three Title Douluos above the central army's main camp realize that something was wrong.

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan looked down at the area shrouded in pale green mist on his flank, his pupils suddenly contracting.

The poisonous fog spread so quickly that it engulfed two entire thousand-man squads on the flank in just a few moments.

The soldiers who fell in the poisonous fog died in a gruesome manner, bleeding from their seven orifices, their skin ulcerated, and even their armor was corroded and pitted by the toxins.

What kind of poison is this?

When did the Northern Territory acquire a Title Douluo skilled in using poison?

Eva?

No, Eva's martial spirit is a mirror-like element and has nothing to do with poison.

Godo? The intelligence said she was an alchemist. It's true that alchemists can concoct poisons, but to release poisonous mist of this range and concentration is something that someone who only knows how to concoct medicine could not do.

Only a Title Douluo with a poison-type martial soul could unleash a poison-type soul skill of this caliber!

Chrysanthemum Douluo's spiritual power surged towards the source of the poisonous fog like a tidal wave.

Then he sensed that at the center of the poisonous fog, a bright green snake was crawling.