Zhang Fan ended his call with Varagon. He was laughing so hard he could barely straighten up, already imagining how Plague would explain this to Varagon afterward.
After composing himself, Zhang Fan asked Sophia, "Is the toxin I asked you to make ready?"
Sophia nodded. "It's ready. We modified it from Plague's toxin, so it won't affect our Insect Race. Of course, we also made some adjustments for Plague's legion. They'll only develop the early symptoms."
Zhang Fan nodded and laughed. "Excellent. You want to play games with me? Then I'll fight poison with poison."
Carrying the toxin himself, Zhang Fan teleported aboard the various races' motherships. Just to be safe, he had even put on Plague's seamless black robe and beaked mask.
While releasing the toxin, he deliberately chose two spots covered by surveillance cameras, leaving behind blurry glimpses of his figure.
Once everything was ready, Zhang Fan returned to the Insect Race's warship as though nothing had happened and waited for the final result.
Two days later, the Insect Race's toxin erupted throughout Varagon's army, and Varagon immediately summoned all his commanders.
Anything involving toxins was bound to be blamed on Plague. Before he could even speak, he had become the target of everyone's anger.
"Lord Plague, did one of your experiments leak? Half our soldiers are lying on the floor!"
"Exactly! Plague, we can overlook your little experiments normally, but you've caused a huge mess this time. You need to fix it immediately!"
"Wait a moment, Lord Plague. If something leaked, why are your troops completely fine? Did you do this on purpose?"
The moment those words were spoken, the entire hall erupted. As far as they were concerned, Plague must have done it deliberately.
Only when Varagon arrived in the hall did everyone fall silent. Rather