City gate.
As Asimov cut open the city wall with surgical chains,
the First Doctor, Gregory Alaus, clad in purple shirt and sunglasses, was the first to step in. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing garishly colorful tattoos on his arms—a vibrant bouquet of flowers on his left, and on his right, a pair of dragons spewing flas and ice.
He was five hundred and thirty-one years old, and the reason he appeared so spirited and even youthful was due to one of the rare diseases he had contracted—"Complete Symbiotic Plant Parasitism."
The intervention of the plant had made him physically superior to humans, enduring and ageless.
As Alaus stepped into the city, the blood-fed plants that covered the streets withered away, replaced by fresh green vegetation.
He also spread his fingers and touched the ground, making various bright flowers bloom on the grass.
Should any of the blood people touch these flowers, they would imdiately succumb to plant parasitism, growing flowers from their brains and facial features and dying, becoming nourishnt for the plants.
William, walking at the rear, couldn’t help but recall the first disease he had encountered, which was plant disease acquired from killing the living dead in Seven-Day Cetery.
Unfortunately, the potential for the developnt of plant disease was limited, and it had been devoured due to the similarity in attributes after the fusion with the chains... However, the essence of "life" represented by the plants remained within him.
"Mr. Alaus’s plants differ fundantally from my first plant disease. Not only can he use them to whip and pull objects, but he can also directly alter the environnt.
Good, such a regional disease will indeed attract attention."
However, the smile William had just mounted on his face froze quickly as the intense moonlight suddenly dimd, replaced by a blood-colored glow.
Looking up, he saw the moon had turned red.
"The Marquis’s doing?"
As everyone looked up at the blood moon, a profound sense of oppression hit them instantly.
Even the air around them sizzled with friction, and gentlen who were not at the Silver Circle level knelt, blood flowing from their faces.
Even William felt his hair stand on end, his body tensing.
"Everyone take cover! All gentlen below Silver Circle level, evacuate the city imdiately!"
Following William’s shout, a wave of brainwaves spread out, giving Open Source gentlen a ntal boost that unleashed their potential and allowed them to resist the oppressive force and flee the city.
The five Silver Circle gentlen also dispersed to take cover,
when a human bomb fell from the sky, crashing at the crossroads of the street!
The mont it landed, the plants recently created by the First Gentleman were instantly destroyed,
and several surrounding streets shattered from the impact, causing everyone to fall from the upper streets down to the lowest levels of Zion.
Sewage, gutter, rats, decrepit old residential buildings, and the expansive lower street district.
A single leap upon landing completely shattered the street, and just the aura emitted made all humans shudder,
there was no doubt, the newcor was one of the ’Seven Marquis’ from the forr Source Plague area, Blood-colored Manor, second only to the Plague Master,
representing "Gluttony
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