Darkmaster Gandling clutched his crotch and rolled on the floor in agony, his Headmaster's Staff flung aside.
He had just tried to ambush Rhode from behind with the plague poison in his staff, only for Rhode to knock it back with Mage Hand, just like those plague bombs.
Having it knocked back was bad enough, but it had struck Gadd dead-on again.
And of all places, it had hit the exact same spot as before!
That was deadly plague poison!
He was poisoned instantly. The unbearable pain sent him crashing to the floor, howling.
Rhode frowned.
He had been careless.
The plague bombs that zombie had thrown covered practically the entire area. He had focused on blocking the attacks himself and forgotten the weakling teammate behind him.
As a result, Gadd had been injured again.
He had failed to protect him!
Rhode couldn't help feeling a little guilty.
But there was nothing else he could do now. He had to take the necessary measures.
Otherwise, once the poison reached Gadd's heart, not even a god could save him.
"Headmaster Gadd, move your hands. I need to spray some flame on your injury to burn away the poison," Rhode told him gently.
Despite the excruciating pain in his lower body, Gadd's mind was still perfectly clear.
He knew better than anyone how deadly this plague poison was.
An ordinary person would already have kicked the bucket after being poisoned like this. Only a Scourge member like him, with plague resistance in his body, could avoid dying on the spot.
He also knew Rhode was trying to save him, and this flame disinfection was currently their most reliable option.
Gritting his teeth, Gadd spread his arms and lay spread-eagled on the floor.
"Bear with it. This might hurt a tiny bit."
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