The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing

But the Followers of Life no longer had time to feel the pain inside their bodies. Before their bodies completely failed, their spirits had already died.

"Oooh, kill me, kill me... Oooh," they painfully clutched their necks, eyes unnaturally rolling back, their consciousness blurred and chaotic. Just lightly breathing this in, they forgot the human world, as if walking on the Asura Path in Hell.

Athlete's foot isn't just a magic attack; it's also an attack on the soul.

To make matters worse, some lost their minds completely and collapsed into idiocy, drooling and foolishly saying, deceiving themselves, "Hey hey, these are actually a beautiful girl's feet, haha, these are actually... a beautiful girl's feet..."

Only through psychological perversion can one overcome physiological perversion!

"I lick, I lick haha... ugh, I lick..."

But all their self-comfort was an illusion, all their struggles futile. They all fell to the ground, their souls gone to the reaper, completely passing out.

The yellow wind swept everything. Every creature got lost in the vast yellow winds, lost at the end of the catastrophe, unable to break free, unable to resist, unable to escape.

In the end, their bodies, from the inside out, were completely occupied by the catastrophe "Ringworm," becoming new sources of contamination, new cataclysmic puppets. This was their ultimate fate.

Priest Robes felt conflicted, for in just a moment, as many as thirty frontline soldiers had died.

But fortunately, Bone Fortress had not been eroded.

The ranges of the Holy Wind were limited. They could only blow out the cataclysmic fungal spores from the cathedral. Since the Bone Fortress was still a plain away from the Dawn Cathedral, the main base remained unharmed, which was a stroke of luck in an unfortunate situation.

Even Robes, as the Grand Priest of Life, couldn't assure his own survival in the face of the disasters created by Evil God, let alone the average Followers.

But the onlooking Druid Priests knew that this was the end of Life Esoteric Church.

Saintess Face... it could keep moving continuously.

They weren't Demon Seeds; they were mobile Stitched Lives.

An Su, who had transformed into the Dawn Giant, slowly bent down, grabbed hold of Sharp and the hybrid corpses like preparing to throw a shot put, legs powering, center of gravity down, stretching his arms to the limit, and with a fierce motion, hurled the Saintess Faces toward both the tower and the chapel.

They crashed into the outskirts of the cathedral, in the midst of the Ringworm disaster.

"I kill you, I kill you, I kill you..." Though Sharp was already a dead man, the ringworm couldn't affect them, yet they could still smell the odor.

It was an unimaginably strong, tangy taste, indescribable, unutterable.

Under An Su's forceful command, all dead souls were forcibly manipulated to stand up and step by step, moved rapidly towards the Bone Fortress, with the disaster yellow winds following their motion, consuming postures toward the direction of the Bone Fortress.

Robes's face turned completely pale; his pride, the Bone Fortress, though indestructible, wasn't proof against Ringworm!

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An Su's lips curved with innocent mirth. Merlin's calamity was indeed invincible; thus, he didn't need to formulate any Magic Potion to counter it, just steal the concept and use it back on them.

Esoteric Sect Followers, I will use your own ringworm to eliminate you.

The Dawn Giant smiled, watching the Bone Fortress in the night. Now... the defender becomes the attacker.

The ones to defend the tower, are you!

[Only an hour and a half remains until dawn]

[Follower of Life, please hold on until dawn arrives]