Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

When those Soul Masters activated their Soul Power to protect themselves, it was as if they were actively inhaling the poison into their meridians, and they died much faster than if they had inhaled it.

Each corpse became a new source of poison, and the toxic mist spread exponentially, completely out of his control.

Even he himself could never have absorbed so much poison back into his body.

On the Iron Gate Pass city wall, Rapunzel was leaning on the crenellations, looking down.

She had just been withdrawn from the front lines not long ago, and hadn't even had time to change her clothes yet; the golden aura of her healing soul skill still lingered on her hands.

But she couldn't care less about that at the moment. Her amber eyes were fixed on the ever-spreading dark green mist below, and her face was a little pale.

She used to think that Gedo's poisonous fog was already very powerful, but compared to the Azure Phosphorous Serpent King's poison that was raging on the battlefield in front of her, it was nothing.

Ge Duo's poisonous fog is controllable, but Dugu Bo's is completely out of control.

If this trend continues, this poisonous fog will not only engulf the entire expeditionary force of the Martial Soul Empire, but will also turn around and threaten Iron Gate Pass.

At that time, not only the people of the Spirit Empire, but even the Northern Army itself will be drawn into the conflict.

"Dugu Bo and his gang are truly insane." Rape bit her lower lip, her voice so low it sounded like it was being squeezed out between her teeth.

At the same moment, Eva, standing behind Dugu Bo, was also staring at the ever-spreading poisonous fog.

She had just come from the group of three Title Douluos, and her silver-white outfit still bore a few minor scratches from the battle.

The night wind, carrying the smell of gunpowder and blood, blew in from the battlefield, lifting a few strands of her long hair.

She didn't look at Dugu Bo; her gaze remained fixed on the dark green mist, watching it expand and grow across the battlefield, like a ferocious beast that had just broken free from its cage and was devouring lives.

“Mrs. Eva.” Dugu Bo spoke, his voice hoarse, his tone still steady, but Eva could hear a hint of loss of control beneath that steady tone, a feeling he himself was unwilling to admit.

"The poisonous fog can't be contained."

Eva did not answer. Her gaze remained fixed on the poisonous fog. After a moment, she turned to look at Dugu Bo, her emerald eyes showing neither blame nor panic.

“I know,” she said calmly. “You’ve done enough. Leave the rest to me.”

She raised her eyes, her gaze passing over the chaotic battlefield and landing in another direction.

Ge Duo was standing on a watchtower at the southeast corner of the Iron Gate Pass city wall, still maintaining her usual lazy posture, her dark green eyes half-closed.

The night breeze gently swayed her deep purple skirt, making her look like a dark orchid blooming amidst the smoke of battle.

The two faced each other across the battlefield, neither speaking, only exchanging glances, their understanding unspoken.

Eva withdrew her gaze and gently waved her right hand in the air. Countless mirrors silently appeared on the battlefield.

These mirrors were much smaller than the ones she had used to deal with Moon Gate and the ghosts; each one was only the size of a palm, but there were simply too many of them.

Extending from the base of the Iron Gate Pass city wall all the way to the edge of the poisonous fog, countless mirror-like surfaces, large and small, covered the frozen ground like silver mushrooms after the rain, shimmering with a cold, silvery luster in the morning light.

Then, the mirrors began to suck in air.

It wasn't breathing, it was inhaling. Each mirror was like an open mouth, frantically sucking in the surrounding Azure Phosphorus Serpent King Poison.

The dark green mist churned violently in the air, like silk being torn into hundreds or thousands of thin, dark green streams by countless invisible hands, converging from all directions and pouring into those palm-sized silver mirrors.

The silver runes flowing across the mirror's surface flickered wildly, and with each flicker, a large amount of poisonous mist was drawn into it.

Eva's soul skill can connect to countless layers of mirror space. The poisonous mist sucked into the mirror did not disappear, but was stored in an independent mirror space.

Chapter 522 Great Victory

Eva just used this move to swallow Yue Guan's eighth soul skill, and then turned around and used that beam of light to severely injure the ghost.

Now she used the same tactic on this out-of-control poisonous fog, only this time not to retaliate, but to clean it up.

The amount of toxic fog is too large; given the absorption rate of these mirrors, it will take a very long time to completely clear it away.

But the soldiers on the battlefield couldn't wait that long; every minute and every second, someone fell in this poisonous fog.

Just then, Ge Duo moved.

She raised her right hand. It was a long, slender, and fair hand.

She spread her fingers, her palm facing the still-spreading dark green poisonous fog.

Then, the ninth spirit ring lit up beneath her feet, its bright red light, like the purest ruby, making her deep green eyes appear even more profound.

"In the realm of the Magic Vine, all things flourish."

Countless strange vines emerged from the void. They were different from the vines that had bound Ghost Leopard Douluo before. The previous vines were meant for restraint, covered in poisonous thorns and scales, ferocious and deadly.

The surface of these vines is as smooth as a mirror, and they are a translucent light green, like works of art carved from the finest jade.

Their leaves are broad and soft, and when they sway gently in the wind, they make a very subtle, tinkling sound, like wind chimes.

These vines covered the entire battlefield, stretching from the base of the Iron Gate Pass all the way to the deepest part of the poisonous fog.

They take root in the frozen soil, their roots penetrating deep into the ground riddled with holes by the toxic fumes, and then begin their work.

It's not just simple inhalation, it's filtration. Each translucent pale green leaf is a highly precise filter. When the toxic mist passes through the leaf, the toxins are neutralized, decomposed, and absorbed by the special sap in the leaf, while clean air slowly dissipates from the other side of the leaf.

Ge Duo stood on the observation platform, her deep purple skirt fluttering in the wind.

The area covered by the Demon Vine Domain was larger than ever before, with half the battlefield enveloped in this strange forest of vines.

On the frozen soil, riddled with holes from the poisonous fog, clusters of tender green shoots began to sprout. These were byproducts of the Demon Vine Realm; the pure life force released as the vines absorbed the toxins was repairing this war-torn land in an almost miraculous way.

Eva's mirror is responsible for absorbing the toxic fog and storing it in the mirror space.

Godo's magic vines are responsible for neutralizing the toxins remaining on the ground and preventing the regeneration of the poisonous fog.

The two, one in the sky and one on the ground, one silver and one green, their two completely different powers intertwined and entwined on this battlefield, like the breath of two giant dragons, gradually suppressing, decomposing, and swallowing the out-of-control Azure Phosphorous Serpent King Poison.

The area affected by the toxic fog began to shrink.

At first, only the dark green at the edges faded a bit, and then the densest core area also began to loosen slightly.

The soldiers of the Martial Soul Empire who were struggling in the poisonous fog suddenly noticed that the sweet, suffocating smell in the air had faded a bit.

Some people tentatively removed the damp cloth covering their mouths and noses and found that their throats no longer burned as much as before.

Someone got up from the ground and found that the dark green mist around them had opened up, and sunlight was shining down from above.

More and more soldiers of the Martial Soul Empire laid down their weapons and looked up at the poisonous fog that was being dispelled.

They saw Eva's mirrors spread across the battlefield like silver stars, saw Godor's emerald vines creeping across the frozen ground like the veins of the earth, and saw the dark green sea of ​​fog that blotted out the sky thinning at a visible speed.

Then, they heard Eva's voice.

Those who surrender will not be killed.

Eva remained suspended in mid-air, her silver-white outfit fluttering in the wind, her emerald eyes calmly sweeping over the dumbfounded soldiers of the Martial Soul Empire below.

Her voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

Silence fell over the battlefield.

The soldiers of the Martial Soul Empire looked at each other in dismay. They still held their swords in their hands and their bows on their shoulders, but their formation had long since collapsed and their morale had crumbled.

Some people looked at the dark green corpses on the ground, some looked at the three Title Douluo pinned to the ground by silver chains in the distance, and some looked at the sky above that was being completely covered by Ge Duo's Demon Vine Domain.

Then, the first person put down his long sword, the second person loosened the taut bowstring, and the third person knelt on one knee and placed his weapon at his feet.

The sounds of swords and blades falling to the ground rose and fell, like the sound of a storm just ending.

But not everyone was willing to surrender.

Behind the flank formation of the Spirit Empire, a force of about two thousand men maintained an intact battle formation.

Their armor was superior to that of ordinary soldiers, and the angelic emblem engraved on their breastplates was deliberately polished to a gleaming shine, reflecting a cold light in the morning glow.

They are a branch of the Guardian Knights directly under the Spirit Hall, and have grown up under the protection of the Spirit Hall for generations, worshipping the Angel God.

For these people, the Spirit Hall is not a "Spirit Empire," but their homeland where they were born and raised.

Their grandfather once knelt before the sanctuary of the Spirit Hall, their father once donned armor and wielded swords for the expansion of the Spirit Hall, and they themselves were taught from a young age that the glory of the Angel God would eventually shine upon the entire continent.

Making them bow down to a group of "rebels" is worse than killing them.

Leading the group was an old knight, well past fifty, with dried bloodstains on his gray stubble under his helmet. His left arm armor had been pierced by a crossbow bolt, but he still stood as straight as a pine tree.

He gripped the knight's sword that had been with him for most of his life; the blade was full of nicks, yet it still pointed towards the Iron Gate, towards that silver-white figure.

"Knights of the Spirit Hall," his voice was hoarse like a broken bellows, but every word seemed to come from the very depths of his chest, "Never surrender!"

Behind him, more than two thousand paladins raised their weapons almost simultaneously.

There were no uniform slogans, no impassioned pre-battle mobilizations, only a silent, repressed, and desperate atmosphere, like that of a trapped beast.

They knew they couldn't win; their opponents were three Title Douluos, terrifying beings who had just pinned Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo to the ground.

Two thousand people are no different from two thousand ants in front of a Title Douluo.

But they still raised their swords. It wasn't that they weren't afraid of death; it was that there were things more unacceptable to them than death itself.

Eva stood in mid-air, her silver-white outfit fluttering in the wind.

She looked down at the silent forest of swords, her emerald eyes devoid of any superfluous emotion—no mockery, no pity, not even impatience.

She just watched quietly, as if she were looking at a painting that had nothing to do with her.

Then she raised her hand.

Dugu Bo's Azure Phosphorous Serpent King was the first to move.

A dark green snake-like shadow flashed in the void, and poisonous mist rose from the ground like a living thing, cutting the formation of the Temple Knights in half.

Dozens of knights fell to the ground before they could even scream. Their armor was as fragile as paper against the poison of the Azure Phosphorous Serpent King. Their skin festered, their muscles melted away, and their dark green corpses crashed heavily onto the frozen ground.

Next up were the crossbows on the city wall.

General Qin personally wielded the crossbow, and bolts as thick as a child's arm shot out from the crenellations with a piercing whistle that tore through the air, pinning several knights and their horses to the ground as they attempted to charge.

More defenders poured down from the city walls, with swordsmen and shieldmen in front and spearmen behind, gradually compressing, dividing, and encircling the remnants of the Templar Knights.

The old knight brandished his sword, cleaving aside a spear thrusting towards him with one stroke, and then cutting off a blade attacking from the side with another.

One by one, the people around him fell. Some were shot through the throat by arrows, some were pierced through the abdomen by spear tips, and some were knocked to the ground by the shields of the swordsmen and then impaled by several spears at the same time.

But he was still brandishing the sword, repeatedly chanting the name of the angel god, his voice changing from hoarse to raspy, and from raspy to barely audible.

Dugu Bo personally descended, and after the Azure Phosphorous Serpent King's vertical pupils swept across the battlefield, the last few guardian knights who were still putting up a last-ditch resistance finally lost all fighting spirit.

They weren't persuaded; they were utterly consumed by fear. They knelt on the ground, their hands trembling as they raised their weapons above their heads.