1187: Chapter 192, Poison of the Abyss_2 1187: Chapter 192, Poison of the Abyss_2 Elf slaves appeared at the auction, and the Moxi Governnt, which organized this auction, was obviously to bla.
Before the guards could act, a thick smoke suddenly burst out from the crowd, quickly spreading in all directions.
“Poison!”
Realizing this, Hudson hurriedly deployed a Magic Barrier to block it, while the other guests also showed their magical skills.
This unfortunately caught everyone in the hall off guard.
By the ti they realized sothing was wrong, they had already inhaled the poisonous smoke.
“Hehe…”
“Filthy humans, just wait, the day my master descends will be the ti to cleanse the filth of the world!
Damn, the ti for this body is up, but before I leave, I’ll give you a little parting gift…
hehe…”
Amidst the eerie laughter, a loud “bang” was heard as the body exploded, turning into a black fog that engulfed nearby people.
Without any hesitation, the powerful figures present imdiately took action to extinguish the evil mist.
Looking back, the people who had been enveloped by the black fog had already turned into a puddle of blood, emitting a foul stench.
An experienced elder suddenly shouted: “Poison of the Abyss, Priests, hurry and deploy the Great Purification Technique!”
Upon hearing “Poison of the Abyss,” Hudson was also greatly startled, this stuff wasn’t just a common poison; while not instantly lethal, it was more poisonous than any other.
If not detected and expelled in ti after poisoning, the “Poison of the Abyss” would seep into one’s very bones and slowly magnify the darkest aspects of one’s heart.
No matter how brave or heroic, once contaminated with this substance, there was basically no salvation, truly a “King-slaying Divine dicine.”
However, this substance isn’t man-made, but a strange object from a Different Dinsion.
It’s said to only erge where the Abyss and the netherworld intersect.
Normally, the Poison of the Abyss shouldn’t appear on the Continent of Aslante.
This substance is deadly poison to humans, but it serves as a great supplent for so special creatures.
Had it not been called out, Hudson wouldn’t have connected the earlier smoke to the legendary “Poison of the Abyss.”
Compared to it, the subsequent suicidal explosion seems hardly worth ntioning.
Hudson also took action; although he isn’t a Priest, being a Pseudo-Light Magician, he was still able to deploy the Great Purification Technique.
Now wasn’t the ti to hold back; although a barrier was tily deployed, it couldn’t guarantee complete safety.
If not cleared in ti, future loss of sanity was assured without any chance for regret.
For a mont, magic flew all over the place, enveloping everyone present.
The effectiveness was uncertain, but at that mont psychological comfort was what everyone sought.
Especially those unfortunate souls who had inhaled the poisonous smoke were now terrified beyond asure.
Being poisoned by other toxins usually just ant one’s own demise.
The Poison of the Abyss was different; magnifying the dark side within often resulted in dragging down one’s whole family.
The higher the status of the poisoned person, the greater the repercussions.
With such disruption, everyone lost interest in continuing with the auction.
Once things settled down, people chose to leave one after another.
Seeing George’s gloomy face, Hudson plucked up his courage and tried to console him: “Your Majesty, it could be a blessing in disguise!
The appearance of the Poison of the Abyss clearly points to the followers of the Evil God stirring trouble.
The Elf Race should also not be blad too persistently.
It’s best to quickly quell this storm and focus on national developnt.
I have a foreboding feeling that the Continent is headed for chaos again.”
All were sincere words; Hudson truly didn’t have a positive outlook on the continent’s situation.
The Continent of Aslante was already chaotic enough, and now even the Poison of the Abyss, which only existed in legends, had appeared—who knew what would happen next?
Frankly speaking, Hudson couldn’t understand why the Followers of the Evil God would cause trouble at an auction.
Although there were many important figures among the guests, most of them had retired from power and were inside the VIP boxes.
Those in the hall had clearly lower status—mainly comprised of Noble descendants out to experience the event and so wealthy rchants.
To create a poor image, the Moxi Governnt had gone to great lengths, even selling tickets for the auction.
Apart from the VIP guests, the rest had paid 1000 Gold Coins for admission.
Had George known about the impending incident, he surely wouldn’t have profited from it.
As long as soone planned it, an accident was inevitable.
At an auction, a special occasion with guests from all over, there was no way to verify everyone’s identity.
Nodding bitterly, George could only console himself.
Clearly, the Followers of the Evil God and those dealing with Elf Slaves were not the sa group.
If these crazy followers had such intellect, they wouldn’t have been suppressed and driven underground by major powers.
In the eyes of ordinary people, both Followers of the Evil God and the Cult organization are believers of the Evil God, completely aligning as one.
Only the upper echelons understand that the forr are the fervent devotees developed by the Evil God himself, practically synonymous with lunatics, while the latter mostly comprises fallen Nobles unwilling to accept their lot, forming a rebellious organization.
By now, there are basically major forces backing the Cult organization.
While these guys also cause destruction, they all have motivations.
Unlike the Followers of the Evil God, Hudson couldn’t understand why they went through with today’s incident.
Releasing “Poison of the Abyss” in such a public venue, what a waste!
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