Chapter 586 - Outrageous (1/2)

Chapter 586 Outrageous

The first row of maggots compressed their bodies backward, and the round bulges at their tails advanced rapidly toward their mouths. Finally, the maggots straightened with a jerk and the round filling spurted out from the huge mouthparts of their heads. A round yellow mass flew into the sky parabolically and into the distance.

Each ball of yellow mass, when spurted out, swirled and flung out quite a bit of sticky yellow liquid.

Although these sticky liquids didn’t shoot far, soon the entire encampment was flooded with an indescribable smell.

Even with a mask on, the smell could penetrate, and it seemed that even the mask had become a source for the stench.

Most of the players were already quite far away from the array of maggots, but they still felt like someone was shoving feces up their noses. Smelling the stench, the players looking on retreated again.

Some had even gone to the side and crouched in the corner, just waiting to puke.

As for the werecats… In Maromatha’s case, her sense of smell was much stronger than a human’s, and her fur stood on end immediately when she smelled this stench.

It started from her ears, then her tail shot straight up, and the black fur on her tail swelled visibly. The beautiful, shiny black tail turned into a black chicken feather duster all of a sudden.

Then her gaze lost its light, and with wide eyes, she fell backward and hit the ground with limbs outstretched, passing out.

Smiling, the female player who had been accompanying her grabbed Maromatha’s waist and dragged her away, all the way to the outside of the encampment against the leeward side of the fence, and only then did she stop.

And during this time, players’ pained screams intermittently came from the encampment.

“Fire!”

A row of yellow balls of feces, showering droplets here and there, launched into the air.

Placing the black cat gently against the wall, the female player rubbed her hands together excitedly.

With a slightly smug expression on her smiling face, she then touched the black cat’s soft ears with her hands, then cupped her face with both hands, revealing a silly, smitten smile. “Hahaha, touched it.”

After laughing, she reached out to touch the cat’s ears again, followed by another giggle while cupping her face.

After a few repetitions of this, the black cat Maromatha woke up.

Her face was ashen and she wobbled farther away, digging a pit in the sand with both her hands and feet and then her mouth puckered as a stream of vomit that looked like rainbow colors landed in the sandpit.

After throwing up for several minutes, she finally felt better.

Maromasha pushed her hands into the sand to bury the vomit, then crouched defensively with her hands on her head, wincing and muttering, “So horrible, those Warlocks are horrible. So much poop, so stinky, hell for kitties.”

Werecats naturally loved cleanliness and would clean themselves whenever they could.

The feces spewed out by these maggots were catalyzed by magic, so the stench was at least ten times worse and was extremely difficult to disperse.

Even living beings with a very average sense of smell like humans couldn’t stand it, let alone werecats, whose sense of smell was at least ten times stronger than a human’s.

If it was just dirty, or just smelly…

Maromatha wouldn’t have reacted that badly. But it was dirty and smelly, and it really pushed werecats over the edge. At Tebesia, the Elder Council’s chamber at the Spatial Magic Tower:

Greene looked at the three elders in front of him as he said slowly, “Barnard is dead, I saw it with my own eyes, and Roland’s woman, the queen of a small country by the name of Andonara, is truly a Legendary Great Swordsman, just as the intelligence said.”

“How is that possible!”

Hearing this, the other three elders were shocked.

One of them stood up in surprise. “How could Barnard have been killed when you and him both went over there, in a flying boat, hanging high in the air without landing, and both know Mage’s Disjunction?” “That female Legendary Great Swordsman can fly too.” Greene’s eyes were filled with fear. “The flame on her body is also blue, about the same color as the Inferior Fireball Roland created.”

It was Greene being freaked out, thinking that Roland and Andonara both had the same flame.

But the nature of their flames was different.

Roland’s was a pure magical flame. And Andonara’s was the Hero’s flame, the flame of the Immortal Phoenix Devil King.

Roland’s flames only turned blue from the sheer heat.

Andonara’s flames, on the other hand, while also blue, were nowhere near as hot as Roland’s blue flames, but they had a decent scorching ability and, most importantly, could have a great restraining effect on the evil creatures of the realm of devils.

The three remaining men looked at each other.

They felt like things had been off lately. A Legend was supposed to be the pinnacle of power in the main plane, but Oepmop from their Magic Tower had died a few days ago, and after a few days more, Barnard had died.

The words “great loss” could no longer be used to describe the current misery of the Spatial Magic Tower.

If this wasn’t settled properly, it could even affect the future of the Spatial Magic Tower.

Two Legends had fallen in a matter of days.

If the students preparing to learn spatial magic found out, how would they see the Monochrome Magic Tower? They would think that this Magic Tower was rubbish and weak; otherwise, how could even Legends have fallen one after another?

And one was killed by a Master, and the other was killed by the queen of a small country.

If word got out, it would be quite embarrassing.