Chapter 887: Wuman Invasion
The moment he chose the [Heart-Devoting Aura], Mo Cheng felt a new power being born in his body.
The power called "virus" was so powerful that in his perception , the bacteria were extremely active and could cause disease in other people's bodies with just a thought.
[Heart-Draining Aura] comes from [Plague Mage]. During the plague, an unknown monk with a dark heart, Rotundagili, was promoted to cardinal due to the premature death of his superiors.
While the rest of the order was out tending to the sick, the new cardinal shut himself up in the Rumsk Cathedral, busying himself with his scheme to seize the property of dying nobles, promising them a reward for their souls if they signed over their territories.
After the plague subsided to a few stubborn areas, his actions were noticed by the Order, who found him guilty of heresy and sentenced him to work in the plague ward, where a spell would cause him to suffer from a long-term chronic disease.
The Order believed that no matter how strong his immunity was, he would die. Rotandegilli contracted the plague, but not only did he not die, he found that the plague gave him strength, and he became a true plague mage, the Pope of Plague.
After officially declaring himself the Plague Master, he began to travel around the world, spreading plague wherever he went. As villages disappeared in the plague he caused, his terrifying power continued to grow.
Mo Cheng could feel that as long as he activated the [Heart-Exhausting Aura], he would be able to infect enemies within the range of the aura with various diseases.
At the same time, he also discovered something from his body.
Some things that are definitely not wonderful to people in other worlds.
He discovered various bacteria and viruses from Earth in his own body.
Those bacteria and viruses that have been killed by countless vaccines but still stubbornly survive in Mo Cheng's body.
God knows how these things attached to Mo Cheng followed him to this world, and how they withstood the environments of three different types of worlds without undergoing drastic mutations and still retaining their original appearance.
Mo Cheng didn't know all these, nor did he need to figure them out. He only needed to know one thing.
"Have I become a biological weapon, the source of the plague?!"
Mo Cheng still doesn't quite understand what other diseases in this world look like, but if he wants, he can use the [Heart-Exhausting Aura] to spread the virus in his body.
Flu, or influenza, is a disease that is almost impossible to prevent. Due to the wide variety of influenza viruses, large variations, and weak specific immunity, ideal vaccines and drugs with special therapeutic effects have not yet been found, and treatment is still in the symptomatic treatment stage.
With just a slight sense, Mo Cheng knew that once he spread the influenza virus with the [Heart-Exhausting Aura], he would be able to infect millions of people in a continent in the shortest possible time.
Then it is only a matter of time before everyone in the continent is infected.
Apart from being less deadly, it is not much different from the plague.
Thinking of the consequences, Mo Cheng couldn't help but grin, "[Heart-Exhausting Aura], although it's called an aura, it actually spreads plague and creates death to gain power. A nicer name would be the Plague Power, but a more nasty name would be Nurgle throwing soup all over your face ."
This is a skill that can cause horrific killings as long as you are willing to give up your own bottom line.
However, Mo Cheng was not willing to do such a thing. The main reason was that after acquiring this skill, Mo Cheng felt that there was always a pair of eyes in the sky looking at him without any sadness or joy.
Obviously, if he really gave up his bottom line and took certain actions, it would probably cause a violent reaction from the Heavenly Dao consciousness.
Viruses are the most likely to cause large-scale deaths.
Especially when the virus Mo Cheng intends to use is not produced in this world, this matter is no different from a species invasion.
[Heart-Draining Aura], this is a skill that can be used, but you need to be extremely careful when using it.
Plague never distinguishes between friendly and enemy forces. Mo Cheng can prevent the halo from harming friendly forces, but the plague extended from the halo is not one of them.
Mo Cheng doubted that if he used the power of this halo to capture a city, that city would probably become a dead city.
But from , this halo is very powerful and can even gain an absolute advantage on the battlefield.
It polluted the water source, polluted the enemy's food and grass, and even caused some complications to the enemy's wounded soldiers, causing pus and inflammation in their wounds...
This is a soft knife, and every stab is aimed at the main arteries of logistics and medical care.
Mo Cheng was not very sleepy at this time, so he did not plan to go to bed. He opened the door and walked outside, quietly enjoying the breeze while thinking about what to do next.
The war in [Nanli Daoyu] must be involved, which is equivalent to an experience copy.
What should I do after sending Shen Xueqi to her destination?
Traveling alone around the world, challenging all the heroes in the world?
Or is it better to collect all the [Nine Abyss Famous Swords] and inherit the legacy of the [Sword Sect]?
There seem to be so many choices that it's hard to decide for a moment.
While I was thinking, I heard the sound of the door being pushed open. When I turned around, I saw Shen Xueqi pushing open the door and walking out.
"Um, you can't sleep either?"
Shen Xueqi's appearance interrupted Mo Cheng's train of thought and made him give up his arrangements for the future for the time being. After all, there was still some time left and there was no need to be so anxious.
"I'm not used to falling asleep on a boat, and the rocking of the boat makes me a little uncomfortable."
Shen Xueqi looked up at the starry sky, with the bright moon hanging high in the sky. "You, can't sleep either?"
Mo Cheng shrugged, "Thinking about something."
"Are you thinking of new poems?"
"I said I copied it. I can't write poetry." Mo Cheng rolled his eyes. He should not have accepted Tu Shanyi's invitation before. Now it seems that everyone treats him as a lovelorn young man who is deeply hurt but refuses to admit it.
"If you want, how about I copy one for you right now?"
Without waiting for a reply, Mo Cheng recited the first line, "The clouds resemble clothes, the flowers resemble beauty..."
Just as he uttered this sentence, there was a sudden and earth-shattering explosion, like a thunderbolt that completely shattered the tranquility of the night.
Then, a long, shrill howl came from nowhere, warning, "Wu Man is invading, everyone return to the city immediately and prepare to meet the enemy!"
Before he could figure out what was going on, Tu Shanyi and Qingqiu Minshu had already trotted over to him, "Brother Mo, the Wuman are invading, we should hurry back to the city."
Mo Cheng did not answer, but squinted his eyes and looked up at the sky, "Your suggestion is very good, but it's a pity that the warning is too late."
Mo Cheng clearly saw that under the cover of night, dozens of huge flying boats were approaching rapidly.
