Chapter 2312: Creating the "virus" _1



Tang Zhen thought of a method that could not only resist the cultivators of the sea kingdom, but also not expose his existence.

That was to use the negative mental energy to contaminate the cultivators in loucheng City in the Sea Kingdom's territory, making them all suffer from " diseases "!

This special disease was specially prepared for Lou Cheng's cultivators, and it was far more terrible than the inner demons during cultivation.

Under normal circumstances, this curse would not affect the cultivators of Lou Cheng. After all, the difference in strength between the two sides was too great.

Just like how a car could easily crush a man, but the man couldn't break the car with a punch, the difference between the two was huge.

Such a method might not be successful, but Tang Zhen intended to give it a try.

If it was a battle of strength, the natives were simply not his match. Even if Tang Zhen provided help, he would still be at the mercy of others on the battlefield.

This difference in strength was not something that could be made up in a short period of time. In fact, it was impossible to surpass it.

The strong would always be strong, and the weak would become weaker. Especially when they were in the danger of extinction, it was still unknown if they could last until tomorrow.

However, nothing was absolute. If the conditions were right, even an ant could bite an elephant to death.

Tang Zhen was the key point. Only if he participated in this would the situation turn for the better.

After Tang Zhen made up his mind, he immediately started to act. At the same time, he searched for a place where the survivors gathered.

A sufficient number of survivors was the key factor in the execution of this plan, or rather, they were the real source of pollution.

What Tang Zhen wanted to do was to gather these mental poison together. After which, he would carry out a special refining process to allow it to achieve the expected infectious and disease-causing effect.

After the flood swallowed them, there wasn't much space left on the ground, and the ground was covered with muddy water.

Many animals and disaster victims were trapped in the narrow area, slowly waiting for death to come.

There was a lack of food and clean drinking water. Even if they were temporarily alive, they could only struggle on whilst at death's door.

They yearned for help, but the entire world was in chaos. Everyone was busy with their own affairs, so how could they have the time to save others?

Despair was like a flood, constantly growing and expanding in the heart, and finally completely destroying the reason and will.

Some of the survivors were so hungry that they even started eating the floating corpses. They didn't care if they would get sick or not. They just didn't want to starve to death.

Such survivors were already living a life worse than death.

There were all kinds of monsters in the water, as well as invisible cultivators. Danger was almost everywhere, and there was almost no chance of survival.

This was how the maritime kingdoms invaded their territories. When the war ended, it often meant that the entire plane had been exterminated.

It was ruthless and ruthless enough, but it could also minimize the cost of invasion.

The endless ocean water in the territory of the sea kingdom was not only a necessity for survival, but also their most powerful weapon of war!

Tang Zhen walked around the world and discovered a plateau. He confirmed that this was the place he was looking for.

One-third of the world's survivors were gathered here, and because of the lack of resources, life was extremely difficult.

If the flood did not subside, it would not take long for all the survivors to die.

Cannibalism happened from time to time, and in the remote Valley, there were a large number of gnawed bones scattered.

They wailed and prayed all day long, hoping that the gods and immortals would show their spirits and help them get out of danger.

On this day, a man who claimed to be a Savior came to one of the colonies.

He told the survivors that the cause of the disaster was a group of powerful enemies from another world who triggered the world-destroying flood.

Wailing was useless because the gods could not hear them. Fighting was also useless because they were no match for the gods.

The enemy would leave sooner or later, but when that time came, the entire world would be destroyed.

The words of the Savior caused panic among many survivors. Some of them angrily scolded the other party for talking nonsense and even wanted to kill him.

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What the survivors needed now was hope. How could the Savior's desperate words not make those who were trying to survive angry?

Who would have thought that when they attacked, their bones would be broken by an invisible force, and no one could get close to the Savior.

The people who tried to kill him wailed endlessly. To be seriously injured in this environment with a lack of medical care and medicine meant that death was coming.

No one would have thought that the man who claimed to be the Savior would actually heal the attackers and heal their injuries in an instant.

All kinds of miraculous methods shocked the survivors, and they knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

Especially those who were being healed, their faces were full of fear and admiration, kneeling on the ground and begging for forgiveness.

It was then that the Savior told them that if they wanted to save themselves and change their fate, there was actually another way.

That was to gather together every day and curse their enemies. The more vicious the curse, the better.

When they reached a certain level, they would be perceived by the gods and then expelled these intruders.

After the Savior finished explaining the method, he left behind a cloth bag and a black skull.

He told the survivors that there would be food in their pockets every day, and after they poured it out, it would be filled up the next day. It was food for the survivors.

Although they couldn't eat their fill, they could barely keep their lives.

If the survivors truly cursed the enemy, then the food in their pockets would increase. The more people involved in the curse, the more food in their pockets.

For the survivors who did not participate in the curse, even if they ate food, they would not have any taste and would still feel hungry very quickly.

As for the skull, it was used to collect curses and resentment. It was a very evil magic weapon.

They had to be placed in a separate area and couldn't be approached casually, or they might lose their lives.

After the Savior finished speaking, he suddenly disappeared, causing the survivors to kowtow in surprise and joy.

The news about the Savior spread quickly among the survivors. At this time, they really needed hope and comfort.

Soon, news came from other settlements that the same thing had happened there. The man who claimed to be the Savior told them the origin of the disaster and left behind a bag and a black skull.

At first, the survivors were still skeptical, but when food really appeared in their pockets and they were refilled every day, all their doubts were dispelled.

The black skulls were placed in place, and the survivors began to gather nearby, loudly cursing the enemies who had brought disaster.

Even the most vicious words couldn't express the hatred in their hearts. If possible, the survivors wanted to skin the intruders alive, and then break their bones and suck their marrow before swallowing them.

Soon, the survivors found that this kind of cursing could relieve the pressure in their hearts and make them less worried.

Some of the dying survivors even felt much better after cursing loudly.

There seemed to be a trace of power being fed back to their bodies, repairing their weak bodies and making them healthier.

To the survivors, this was a true miracle, representing the arrival of hope.

They cried tears of joy and kept telling the people around them about their experiences. They became more enthusiastic about the ritual to curse the enemy.

This matter spread among the survivors and attracted more and more survivors. They gathered around the black skull and tried to cast all kinds of curses on the enemy.

Then, another magical scene happened. The grain in the pocket changed. It was still the same pocket, but the grain that poured out was several times more than before.

While the survivors were pleasantly surprised, they remembered the words left by the Savior and confirmed that the Savior was not lying.

As expected, the more people cursed, the more food they would get.

The starving survivors were now motivated and began to pray and curse more seriously.

The venomous curse filled with hatred would ring out in the colony every day, and the curses would ring out from morning to night.

Similar scenes appeared in all the survivor camps on the plateau, and more and more survivors participated.

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