Chapter 2078 - 555: Vivian's Most Useful Episode_3

Merlin looked at him coldly.

"Do you have anything else to say?"

"I, I..."

With his small eyes frantically darting around, Shrek crawled a few steps forward, his face full of terror and servile flattery.

"I wouldn't dare, sir, I only ran because I had no choice. Those damned humans—oh no, those damned Campbell barbarians are just too formidable! And they don't play by any rules, they just attacked out of nowhere. I had to strategically retreat to preserve my strength... Once I bring reinforcements from the Dimension Desert, I'll return and retaliate!"

Merlin looked down at this disgusting creature reaching its filthy paws toward his boots, his eyes nearly overflowing with disdain.

He really wanted to crush this rat's head underfoot, but considering this guy still had his uses, he held back.

"Preserve strength?"

Merlin sneered, with a flick of his index finger, a burst of magic light "bang" sent Shrek flying away, rolling several times on the ground before stopping.

Shrek didn't dare make a sound, hurriedly scrambled up to kneel on the ground, trembling, grateful that he wasn't separated from his head.

"... Hundreds of thousands of troops crushed in less than a day. You didn't accomplish a single task I assigned to you, and you even let those Campbell people rescue the herbs in the cave. How do you still have the face to live?"

"That was an accident! An accident, sir!" Shrek was extremely aggrieved, kowtowing with snot and tears, "Who could have thought that they would suddenly collaborate with Dwarves and bring out so many things we hadn't seen before, including those Earth Cave Spiders—"

"Shut up."

Merlin interrupted his excuses.

"I have no interest in listening to your failure excuses. Now you only have one chance to redeem yourself, or... become a corpse right here."

Shrek screamed in response.

"I'll do it! I'm willing to do it! As long as you don't kill me, I'll do anything!"

"Good."

Merlin took out a metal canister from his bosom and with a flick of his index finger, sent it flying in front of Shrek.

The surface of the canister was covered with complex alchemy runes.

Shrek swallowed nervously.

Even through the thick metal walls, he could vaguely hear the liquid inside sloshing, as if it were some kind of living curse.

"Black Death God."

Merlin's voice was light, but in Shrek's ears, it sounded like the whisper of a demon.

"It's a by-product of 'Holy Water', the filtered waste, or you could say the memories, essence, and resentment of tens of thousands of Ryan people... call it whatever you want, it makes no difference, they're all the same thing."

Shrek trembled with fear, his mouse face full of terror. He never thought humans could be so wicked; no wonder the Rot Clan couldn't stand against them...

"You, you mean."

"To make them stop, the best way isn't to defeat their offensive on the frontlines, but to set fire in their backyard. Aren't you best at burrowing? Have your subordinates smuggle this thing into Cold Crow City and pour it into their water source."

Merlin's face bore a sinister smile, like a true demon, merely wearing human skin.

"Such a good thing as 'Holy Water', how can we enjoy it alone? The Campbell people need to suffer just like the Ryan people did."

Cold Crow City is a border city with a population of a hundred thousand. Just involve one-tenth of the people, and Edward will have to immediately cease his offensive to turn back and handle the plague.

Shrek shuddered.

He had witnessed the toxicity of the Spiritual Essence, just a drop could drive hundreds of small mice insane, and it was almost incurable.

After all, it was a "curse" produced by burning one's entire spirit, an existence close to the root of Extraordinary Power, and strictly speaking, the same kind of thing as a Demigod's Domain!

The collective Desire Power can produce unimaginable miracles; it can also create an unimagined hell.

This was practically going to turn the entire Spinor Earl's Domain into a dead land!

"What? Not daring?"

Seeing the timid mouse, Merlin squinted his eyes with a murderous intent.

"Dare! I dare!" Shrek hurriedly clutched the canister to his chest, as if hugging his own father, "When do you need me to act?"

"Now."

Merlin retracted the murderous intent from his eyes and returned to his indifferent expression.

Looking at the filthy rat on the ground, he made a devil's promise in a leisurely tone.

"Once this is done, I'll support you to replace Mork and become the new leader of the Rot Clan. The Extraordinary Power he possesses, you will also have."

"But if you mess up..."

Merlin did not finish his sentence, only coldly glanced at the breathless Shrek, then his entire body turned into a black mist, disappearing into the forest alongside the retreating Tomb Guardians.

"You better hope you die in the plague, as that'll be more comfortable than falling into my hands."

Clutching the cold canister, Shrek knelt in the empty forest, his whole body trembling with fat.

In those mung bean-sized eyes were not only fear but also madness, which ultimately turned into burning ruthlessness.

"Cold Crow City..."

It's all because of those damned humans!

"Since you won't let me live, then neither shall anyone else!"

...

In the northern outskirts of Cold Crow City, the scorching cicada cries made people long for death.

The wound on his leg ached to the point of numbness, Hart struggled to lift his eyelids, realizing he hadn't turned Undead, he then weakly closed his eyes again.