The Legend of Fatality

Villebris-Nure giggled, as one of his leprosy fingers broke and fell into a bubbling cauldron. This is a good sign. His own flesh devoured by the plague will help nourish the soul lurking there and strengthen the brew that will bring death to his enemies. The Pot of the Thousand Pox is both a sacred relic and a weapon of the Pestilian clan. He hopes that it will serve both purposes.

He took a thick powder of magic stone from his pocket and threw it into the cauldron. The rest of his fingers felt a tingling sensation because of the contact with the magic stone powder. He sticks out his tongue and licks them cleanly, and at the same time the tingling spread to his tongue. He licked his gums, so that some magic dust would contaminate the abscesses and ulcers there, and may also make the contents more contagious.

Nule sucked a large ball of sputum into his mouth, and then spit it into the viscous mixture, while stirring vigorously with a large spoon carved from the dragon's femur. He could feel the power of the plague rising from the cauldron, just like an ordinary rat-man could feel the heat of the fire. It was as if he was standing in front of a blazing fire radiating huge, toxic energy.

He took a deep breath and sucked the intoxicating steam from the mixture into his lungs, and immediately got a thick and sticky cough. When corruption was brewing there, he could almost feel his lungs blocked by fluid. This is a fair reward, he thought. His plan is going well. The test is almost complete. The toxicity of this new plague has reached the level of lethality people hope, but the most important thing is that it belongs to him. He used an ancient recipe, but he added a new secret ingredient himself. From now on, among the faithful believers of the Pestirian clan for the plague, it will be called "Nule Pox". His name will be inscribed on "The Great Plague Books". People will always remember that he is the initiator of a new disease that will devour the hairless like fierce beasts.

Every night, the brew is getting stronger and stronger. Each time a new plague corpse is added, the disease will intensify. He concluded that all this would be ready soon. The corpse, tortured by the symptoms of the plague, has been returned to the cemetery. He thanked the devil humbly and thanked it for inspiring him to find a hiding place in order to observe the results of his work. Where else can he find so many contaminated bodies and let him pour into the brew?

Tomorrow evening, he will send his men to throw the contaminated rats into the well, and then put the rats inside through the roof of the slaughterhouse, where humans slaughter their meat. In this way, the plague will spread quickly. He added more corpse roses to the mixture. This is the last secret ingredient of his brew. There is no better and stronger raw material than this. Their roots burrowed out of the corpse's flesh. They are mature and strong, accumulating energy for death.

He took a deep breath of corruption and stared at his followers with his covered eyes. They lie horizontally in the ancient human death room, twitching, scratching, coughing, and yelling, just like real members of the plague. He knew that each of them was united and dedicated to the cause of the clan. They are full of brotherhood that other ratmen can hardly understand. For them, it is an advantage to not pay attention to endless conspiracies and endless political games for the benefit. In their true worship of the devil, they searched for and found the most specific form of themselves-the cause of disease, the spreader of the plague-by giving up on themselves.

Because every member of the clan knows that their body is a temple with countless blessings of God. Their rotten nerve endings no longer felt pain, except for the ghostly echoes that occasionally felt pain, like someone hearing a distant bell when drowning in deep water.

He knew that the other ratmen thought they were crazy and avoided them, but that was because the other ratmen lacked a pure will and a commitment to serve God wholeheartedly. Every plague monk present is ready to pay any price and make any sacrifices to achieve the goals of the clan and the gods. It is precisely because of this commitment that they have become the most respectable of all the devil ’s servants, and the most appropriate leader of the entire Rat-Man nation.

Soon, all other clans will realize this. Soon, this new plague will paralyze the city of Heidelberg, even before the mighty army of squirrels enters its territory. Soon, everyone will witness that this victory belongs to the Pestiren family, belongs to the devil, belongs to Villebris-Nule, he is the humblest servant chosen by the great devil. Soon, he will be the only container suitable for carrying the orders of the devil. This is exactly what he wants, because although he is the humblest servant of the demon master, he knows his duty, and not all ratmen are in this age when the world's ruling power is about to be transferred.

He knew that many of his fellow Ratmen had forgotten the great goal of their race and had been lost in their pursuit of self-expansion. The prophet Tangul is an example of this tendency. He cares more about himself and his status than he overthrows the enemy of the devil. For a person who should have become one of the most devout servants of the great devil, this is a disgusting act. Villebris-Nule prayed humbly that he would never make a similar mistake.

He was convinced that if Tangul knew the experiment, he would forbid it, simply because he was jealous of someone with knowledge beyond his limited imagination. This is why they must secretly run to the ground and perform their rituals without the prophet ’s knowledge.

Great work will certainly make progress, although some people want to stop it. After the success of this plague, the stupid decree of the Modu Committee will be abolished, and the Pestilian clan will show its true power to the world. And those who want to stop the most sacred work of the devil, like the prophet Tangul, will be forced to bow their knees in the dust.

Perhaps, as some people have said, Tangul did indeed betray the great cause of the Ratmen, and he should be replaced by someone more humbly dedicated to the progressive cause of his people. This may be true. This idea is certainly worthy of careful study by those who are humble and pious ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Nule opened the cage in close proximity and reached out a big gray mouse. It bite him viciously, sucking some of his black blood, but Villebris-Nure almost couldn't feel the sharp teeth tearing his flesh. For him, pain is almost a meaningless concept. He closed the cage and let other rats scratch in it.

He grabbed the subject's tail, disregarding the way it struggled, and put it back into the brew. The animal struggled, and its head sank into a foul liquid. Its eyes flashed frantically, and it scrambled frantically with its claws, trying to put itself out of the water. The plague monk's abbey held out his other hand and pushed it down until its screams were submerged by the liquid entering its open mouth. He pressed it under the brew for a long time, its struggle almost stopped, and then he picked it up again, and when Villebris-Nule put it on the floor of the cellar, it was still Dripping. The mouse sat there for a while, blinking under the light, and seemed not to believe that he was forgiven. Nu Le grabbed it again and threw it into the second cage, where there were all the newly treated rats. It smelled everywhere and then spit it out. Villebris-Nure used a spoon to scoop up some of the warm diseases that the mouse had just vomited, and then threw it back into the cauldron. Soon the cage was filled with treated mice, and he would send a brother to put them in the cemetery, where they began to spread a new plague. Tomorrow, these mice will be sent to all parts of the city.

At this time, Villebris-Nule heard a cough coming from somewhere. This is not surprising in itself. Each of his followers has symptoms of many diseases. No, the coughing sound is a bit off. It is different from a ratman. The sound is deeper and slower, almost like a person.