Chapter 722 - Searching for Celine (2) (1/2)

Chapter 722: Searching for Celine (2)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Three days later, the God of Destruction had located Celine.

They had left the Golden Plains behind them and were now in the southern marshlands of Firuman.

Rivers crisscrossed the region like cobwebs. The landscape was pockmarked by bottomless pits of mud, most of which were covered by leaves and turned into natural deathtraps.

Dangerous Magical Beasts lurked among the vegetation, which had grown rampant thanks to the area’s high water content.

For instance, a green boa could release a lethal dose of venom capable of stopping the hearts of 100 ordinary men. Its fangs were also endowed with the ability to pierce most magical barriers with ease. Even a Naga master would not be able to survive its bite.

The Nagas began making their way across the marshland with caution. The fact that they did not have Celine’s exact location did not help matters at all.

The God of Destruction too did not dare let her guard down. She could not care less about the creatures that lurked in the area. The only person she was afraid of at this very moment was Link, who, for all she knew, might be lurking in the shadows, waiting for his chance to strike. She knew that the moment she let her guard down, Link would not hesitate to move in and end her on the spot.

A woodpecker cooed as it fled into the dense forest. The other animals in the marshland followed after it.

“Argh!” shouted one of the Nagas. The others turned around and saw that a palm-sized spider had crawled up her neck. The markings on the back of the purple-black spider were reminiscent of a specter’s violent red eyes.

The Naga tried to pull it off her neck, but the spider had sunk its fangs deep into its prey. She finally managed to rip it out, but in doing so, the spider had taken a chunk of flesh with it from her neck. Black veins began spiderwebbing the area around her neck at a frightening speed.as blood poured out of her wound like black ink.

In a split second, the Naga’s entire face turned black. Her gait had also become unsteady, as if she might collapse at any moment.

The other Nagas hurried over and flattened the spider under their feet. They then tried to cure their companion of the boa’s poison with an antidote that they had brought with them.

The antidote did little to curb the poison’s spread across the Naga’s body. Blood was now coming out of her mouth, eyes and nostrils. It would seem that the Naga did not have much longer to live.

“Mistress…” said one of the Nagas pleadingly.

The God of Destruction bit her lip. With a powerful enemy waiting to ambush her, she could not afford to waste any of her power right now. However, the Nagas had been more than loyal to her. To let one of them perish would be a waste as well. After weighing her options, she flicked her fingers at the poisoned Naga, sending a Detoxification technique her way.

Her Detoxification technique immediately took effect. The poisoned Naga let out a sigh of relief. Her face had regained its vigour. She had also stopped bleeding. However, she was still weak from a severe loss of blood. She would need at least two hours’ rest in order to regain her full strength.

Seeing this, the God of Destruction said, “It’s too dangerous here. All of you stay back, I’ll go on ahead by myself.”

None of them were familiar with the geography of the marshland and so were extremely vulnerable to the creatures that lurked there. They would only weigh their mistress down if she had to cure them every time they got themselves hurt or poisoned.

“Be careful, mistress,” said a Legendary Naga.

The God of Destruction nodded. She then turned around and headed towards the depths of the marshland.

As she proceeded deeper into the forest, a thick yellow mist thickened before her.

A breeze blew one of the sickly yellow smoke towards the God of Destruction. When she reached out to feel it, a sharp pain pierced her fingertips. She quickly withdrew her hand back and saw that the skin on her fingers was burned black.

She had a feeling that if she were exposed to the mist any longer, her body would probably be eaten away by it.

“Never knew that such a place exists in Firuman,” muttered the God of Destruction. Realizing that the yellow mist had enveloped only a small section of the forest, she decided to walk around it.