novelraw Chapter 417: The Biochemical Maniac Spreading Poison Everywhere
Chapter 417: The Biochemical Maniac Spreading Poison Everywhere
A Night Doctor took two-thirds of the troops and turned to charge off in another direction, urgently shouting to Lynn:
"Good Doctor, sir! There are more of us. They'll definitely split a large portion of their forces to hunt us down. You get moving now. Break through, then meet us at Camp One!"
"Understood!"
At the fork.
The two groups split left and right, racing across the wasteland.
Only a few seconds later, the massive waves of Flesh and Blood Humanoids and Plague Doctors thundered up to the fork.
With almost no hesitation, every enemy force pivoted like a flood and surged wholesale toward the direction Lynn had fled, not even glancing at the other path.
A few seconds later, White Night appeared, leaning forward, limping, supporting himself on a double-edged blade.
Lynn and the others ran like mad.
The dozens of Night Doctors beside him glanced back at the rear, panic-stricken, shouting:"Good Doctor, sir! Something's wrong! This is seriously wrong! It feels like none of the pursuers have thinned out at all—it's like they all turned to chase us!"
Lynn roared, waving a large hand:
"Keep splitting the forces!"
Soon.
At the second fork.
The dozens of Night Doctors Lynn led split again into two halves, one heading south, one north, fanning out rapidly.
When the massive army behind crashed into that fork, again without looking back, they turned and, as expected, poured toward Lynn's direction.
Seconds later, White Night, clutching his groin in fury, limped on with grim determination.
The Night Doctors left beside Lynn dwindled to a dozen, all frantic.
"Good Doctor, sir! They're insane! Those bastards are all crazy! Instead of chasing the others, they're fixated on us!"
Lynn snarled, sweeping his hand: "Split again!"
Over the next few minutes, at every fork, Lynn split his men once more.
Finally.
After who knew how many splits, only a single young Night Doctor remained stubbornly at Lynn's side.
"Why are there only the two of us left? Why are they still on our tails?!" the young Night Doctor nearly burst.
He looked back.
Dense as leaves, tens of thousands.
They had split seven or eight times, yet the enemy never split once, always zeroing in on them, chasing them with all their might!
What kind of hatred could make someone fixate like this?
While he spoke, Lynn's figure had already pulled far ahead, reduced to only a black silhouette from where the young man stood.
The young Night Doctor went white with fear.
"Good Doctor, sir! Wait for us!"
Behind them, the enraged, compact army was already upon them in an instant.
He could even hear the frenzied shouts and battle cries from behind.
He shut his eyes and yelled, forcing his legs to move, desperately trying to catch up to the Good Doctor.
But his stamina had been exhausted; his speed could not be regained.
Then, in the next moment.
His body was instantly swamped by tens of thousands of enemies, the furious roars in his ears tearing at his heart.
He knew it was over.
So he closed his eyes, hugged his head, squatted down, waiting for the sound of his skull hitting the ground.
Swish swish swish—
Accompanied by the thunder of thousands of charging bodies and enraged cries, he could even hear the wind as Flesh and Blood Humanoids leapt over him.
More than ten seconds later.
The young Night Doctor blinked in stunned confusion, looking down at himself unharmed, saying:
"I'm not dead?"
Then he looked up, bewildered, at the tens of thousands who had simply ignored him and swept on in a massive torrent toward the Good Doctor.
"……"
He staggered, hollow in the wind.
……
"Kill!"
"Whoever brings back his head gets a reward of 500,000!"
Amid the furious battle cries from behind.
From the sky right now, you could clearly see a ridiculous scene: tens of thousands of Flesh and Blood Humanoids and a large number of Plague Doctors chasing a single person, running madly across the wasteland.
Lynn ground his teeth, pressed his high-crown hat down, held his suitcase, and used tentacle propulsion to keep sprinting across the plains.
Crazy!
These people were truly insane!
Was it just because I used M Fist a few times to make them feel good? Why are they fixated on chasing only me?!
The Night Doctors who had been with him were nowhere to be seen.
At a time like this, Lynn couldn't worry about them.
Right now the priority was surviving this tide of pursuit—keeping his own life intact was the only thing that mattered!
So you want to chase?!
Fine!
Then I'll let you chase all you want!
Without another word.
Lynn immediately took out the Risqué Potion and the Slime Ultimate Formulation, opened the Plague Doctor Mask, and clicked the two vials into place.
With the gears snapping.
Whoosh—
In an instant.
A pink and a yellow plume of gas burst from either side of the mask.
As Lynn raced on, the two plumes left long trails behind him.
The Flesh and Blood army and the Plague Doctors relentlessly closing in inevitably ran straight into those two long clouds.
"Ah!!!"
Amid shouts of fury and panic.
One after another, Flesh and Blood Humanoids were smacked by the feces-colored potion gas and transformed into overly large and rigid special forms.
Under the Risqué Potion's effect.
Those already on the verge of exploding from M Fist's influence were almost instantly unable to hold back; they flipped their safety switches and detonated into indescribably brilliant fireworks in the sky.
"God♡!!"
"That brat's poisoning them again♡! He's using that stuff that turns people into big—(bleep)—!"
"This bastard!"
That wave of tactics disgusted nearly every pursuing Flesh and Blood Humanoid.
Especially after Lynn began spraying the poison cloud.
Because the gas he released lingered behind him, any pursuer who wanted to continue chasing would inevitably run into his mists.
What was the result?
They entered as humanoids and came out as walking big—(bleep)s!
And if you tried to attack him from range, as long as you didn't die, he would turn and deliver a wide-range M Fist to hit you in the kidneys. You might not die, but you'd be done for!
How do you keep chasing like that!
How?!
[Beep! Flesh and Blood Humanoid anger toward you +50!]
[Beep! Plague Doctor anger toward you +50!]
With system prompts constantly ringing in his ears, Lynn zigzagged like a snake, circling back to spread the poison evenly so every pursuing Flesh and Blood Humanoid got a share.
But Lynn didn't dare relax for a moment.
He knew a Saint at least as powerful as the Blood-Robed Madam was among the hunters.
More importantly.
He hadn't heard any system prompts about the Saint for some time.
Meaning the Saint could very well be hiding in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to strike.
For an existence of that level.
Lynn absolutely did not believe the Saint couldn't catch up to him!
Thinking this, Lynn once again increased his speed and changed direction, sprinting madly toward the Cursed City.
He knew.
At this point there were only two ways for him to survive.