And just as the blades were about to fall.
Just as the dense ranks of enraged Plague Doctors were about to charge into them.
Lynn lightly snapped his raised thumb and middle finger.
Snap-
It was like the curtain call of a stage play.
The snap was clearly not very loud, yet it seemed to reach every corner of Leviathan, ringing out in the minds of all the Plague Doctors.
And finally, at that moment, one of the senior Plague Doctors abruptly realized something. He instantly recalled the identity-verification potion that Lynn, while disguised as Luo Shi, had used his authority to inject into every Plague Doctor in Leviathan except those in the First Chamber.
Boom-
A deafening crash filled his mind.
An immense, chilling terror instantly swept through his entire body.
Could it be...
Could it be...
"No!!"
At that moment, he turned with a roar and reached toward the other Plague Doctors, but it was already too late.
As though a mechanism had been triggered, as though the deadline had arrived, that faint snap rang out like the first death knell heralding a great calamity.
In that instant, all the surrounding Plague Doctors felt the blood throughout their bodies begin to boil. Their pupils contracted sharply, and they looked down at their hands, trembling, as though their bodies no longer belonged to them. It was like fresh shoots after a spring rain, or a bewitching flower blooming.
Flowers of flesh!
"Aaaaaaah-!!"
At that moment, every Plague Doctor throughout Leviathan threw back their head and let out a long, agonized scream.
Their clothes kept tearing, their bodies kept swelling, and twisted growths covered in huge (beep)(beep) burst out through their clothing like bamboo shoots after the rain.
Frantic mutation. Frenzied proliferation.
Those densely packed scenes were horrifying enough to