Death spread.
The Noblewoman flying dozens of meters above the ground looked troubled and proactively climbed to a hundred meters to avoid being affected by this death.
Two of the bloodfolk who rose with her were nevertheless contaminated by death and quickly died.
Their manner of death differed from the "suicide" caused by being infected by the Death Plague. Their flesh rapidly aged, and tearing wounds even appeared in the aged sections, as though they had been gnawed and ripped apart.
The Noblewoman had never seen such a brutal form of death before.
"How is this fellow connected to Within the Original Tomb as well? Just how many factions are entangled with him?
"Moreover, the way this death manifests is violently extreme. It already belongs to the 'qualitative death transformation' category of the Death Plague Knights... He's clearly only at the Source Opening stage, so how can he achieve this level?
"This is the first time I've seen a patient like this! His body seems to possess an astonishing tolerance for every kind of disease. If so, he might even perfectly accept Our Lord's blood and complete the final ritual ahead of time.
"A hybrid like him might truly become the legendary 'Vessel of the King.'"
At this thought, the woman's ten fingers suddenly extended pitch-black structures resembling mosquito mouthparts. She wanted to dive down and deal with the young man in advance, offering him to her master.
Just as she bent forward and dove,
the gatekeeper Pym, holding the black-flamed Spiral Greatsword, immediately sensed her arrival. Ignoring the wound tearing across his shoulder, he glared upward with bloodshot eyes beneath his skin and abruptly raised his head.
That stare, along with the suppression directed at the skin pouch, forced the woman to stop.
"What a lapse in composure—truly, what