Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks-Chapter 361 - 50: Self-Destruction

Looking at the three people who were ready to draw their swords, the woman had no intention of resisting at all.

Her face still bore a sweet smile like a girl-next-door: "Kill me?"

"Unfortunately, you are too late, I am already dead."

"Anna, although you are not a wizard specializing in soul research, you should be able to see this. The great library in Constantinople has given you the opportunity to stand on the shoulders of those before you."

"But anger has blinded your eyes—it’s not a good trait for a wizard to be irritable and angry."

Losa instinctively glanced behind this woman and indeed found no shadow—was she a ghost?

Anna’s tense presence deflated like a punctured balloon, and she pleaded weakly, "What will it take for you to tell me the location of the Source of the Plague? Don’t you like seeking knowledge? I can open all the collections of the Empire Library to you."

"Hehe—"

The woman couldn’t help but laugh, "For the sake of pursuing truth, I’ve even abandoned my own body. How could a little temptation make me tell you the whereabouts of the Source of the Plague?"

Anna angrily asked, "Then what do you really want?"

"Meeting you here is merely out of a wizard’s courtesy to a fellow practitioner, not because I have any designs on you."

"Courtesy?"

Anna gritted her teeth with anger, making a creaking sound.

Losa lowered his voice and said, "Don’t you have any way to deal with a soul?"

"Don’t bother, you can’t do anything to me."

The woman’s face still had that sweet and charming smile, making Losa feel an urge to punch her squarely in the face, making her look crooked.

Anna’s transmitted voice suddenly sounded in Losa’s ear, "Do you have a way to deal with a soul body?"

Losa said nothing.

A soul body is not invincible. He could temporarily borrow Prajna’s power and attack this woman’s soul, but to extract the location of the "Source of the Plague" might be impossible.

This requires a professional to take over.

Along the way, he had left markers for them, and the rats on the road had been cleared out by them, so Prajna and the others should be arriving soon.

"Madam, you say you were waiting for us here out of wizard’s courtesy, but as a warlock, it’s somewhat inappropriate for you to appear before me in such an unclothed manner, isn’t it?"

Losa remarked with a smile.

The woman gave Losa a deep look, "What you said is true. Exposing oneself before a young and handsome warlock like you is indeed not very polite. Unfortunately, I’ve already discarded my useless body, otherwise, perhaps we could have had a pleasant time together—even though pleasing the body is a lower form of enjoyment, it is still something that brings pleasure."

Losa agreed wholeheartedly, "Indeed, it is a pity."

The woman’s milky-white skin gradually became covered with a layer of purple fabric, and a luxurious court dress wrapped her body completely.

"Not bad, right? Little girl behind me, as a wizard, although the shell is no longer important, at least you should groom yourself a bit. Being unkempt like this is really unsightly."

Eve: "?"

She had already done her best to lower her presence.

Losa continued, "I have a friend who is also researching the plague. He calls it the ’Umbrella Project’, attempting to create something that can make the dead rise again as hosts of the plague. Whenever someone is scratched or bitten by a host, they become infected, turning into the plague of the walking dead."

The woman frowned, showing some disdain, "What kind of retro idea is this? Relying on the walking dead to spread the plague? How can that compare to the convenience of rats and their fleas?"

"I think so too, but in his plan, the walking dead is just a failed product. According to his idea, the plague can actually coexist with the human body, resulting in a benign mutation."

"In short, it allows ordinary people to gain extraordinary powers through the plague."

Listening to Losa’s description, the woman showed a look of approval, "Indeed, much like the rats I’ve cultivated."

"After combining with the plague, their speed has become faster, their life force more tenacious, and even their claws are sharper. Even their old natural enemy, the cat, is no longer their match."

"If humans can ultimately survive the plague and coexist with it, they will also become stronger."

As she talked about her creation, the woman couldn’t help but show a hint of pride.

Losa, however, showed a face full of disdain, "Ha, do you really think that humans turning into creatures with black pus all over their bodies and fangs in their mouths is a benign mutation? Moreover, the plague rats you’ve cultivated don’t live long, right? This shows the plague can’t truly balance with the host. Before long, even if nobody bothers them, they’ll die off on their own."

Losa lifted his head, meeting the woman’s gaze with a look of contempt, "With all due respect, your creation pales in comparison to my friend’s ideas."

"But your friend’s ideas will forever remain just that—ideas—while I have turned mine into reality!"

The woman’s face showed a hint of anger as she retorted, "Moreover, how dare you conclude that my rat swarms won’t live long? I’ve conducted experiments!"

"You make a good point."

Losa’s tone shifted, "That’s why I recommend that you both have a good discussion. You see, you’re both geniuses in the field of plague study. Stop with your imperfect plans; perhaps if you cooperate, you’ll truly create a perfect plague."

Then, you’ll establish a whole new Plague School of Wizards, and in the future, countless apprentices will see you as their spiritual mentors."

The woman was silent for a moment, then shook her head indifferently, "I don’t care about that."

"But surely you care about your research. You should know that my friend’s research in plague study is truly outstanding, and in his plan, there was never any thought of using magic power.

You must understand that using a plague infused with magic power, even if it reaches a balance with its host, will only create freaks similar to werewolves or vampires. That’s not evolution; at most, it can only be called ’mutalism’."

Losa’s tone was exceptionally sincere.

The woman’s expression suddenly changed slightly: "You’re stalling for time, aren’t you?"

"The person you’re waiting for has arrived, but I don’t think it means anything."

"Even if you found a way to attack a soul body, I wouldn’t tell you the location of the Source of the Plague."

Her expression was calm: "Although I want to see the ultimate direction of this plague with my own eyes, it doesn’t matter if I can’t; it’s just a bit of a pity."

"Isn’t the Source of the Plague at the bottom of this lake?"

A confident smile appeared on Losa’s face. It was just a bluff, but the woman’s expression didn’t change at all.

She only sneered: "Heh, you and your friends all love indulging in such unrealistic imaginations."

"Whether it’s imagination or not, we’ll know soon enough."

"Prajna, restrain her!"

As Losa’s words fell, a huge Hell Gate towered in the stone chamber.

On the door, numerous human faces rose and fell.

Losa even saw a few familiar faces, including that Dragon Descendant monarch who founded the Seleucid Dynasty—Seleucus I.

He was once a ruler with great talent and strategy, but unfortunately, after death, to barely cling to life, he fell to an Evil Spirit, now imprisoned by the Hell Gate, becoming its source of power.

It fulfilled Prajna’s saying, no matter how talented a ruler is, in the face of death, they become muddled.

The Hell Gate descended, and the woman’s expression changed drastically.

"It’s the aura of Cerberus..."

The woman murmured softly, realizing she couldn’t escape, yet her expression became calm.

"I won’t go to Hell, and you won’t know where the Source of the Plague truly is. Everything will continue as I envisioned."

Anna exclaimed: "She’s going to destroy her soul, stop her quickly!"

But how could it be stopped?

The woman’s body quickly became transparent, countless semi-transparent fragments drifted up into the sky.

"Warlock, I was actually looking forward to your friend’s research. If you told me these things earlier, I might have been tempted to participate—wish him success for me."

The woman smiled, and then even her cheeks shattered into powder, rising into the air and dissipating.

The grotesque ghost faces on the Hell Gate roared angrily. Such pure and sweet souls choosing self-destruction, and it was powerless to prevent it, was more torturous than being killed!

Prajna frowned as she watched the woman’s soul dissipate.

Ordinary souls don’t have the ability to self-destruct, but a Wizard’s powerful soul is an exception; if she wants to self-destruct, even Prajna can’t stop it.

The atmosphere was heavy.

It seemed that a terrifying catastrophe that would sweep across the world had become unavoidable.

"Prajna, can you extract her memories from her soul fragments?"

Losa suddenly spoke.

In the world of Yesterday’s Giant Ship, Prajna was the leader of the Ghost Race, specializing in capturing rampaging evil ghosts and Evil Spirits. No one understands the mysteries of souls better than them.

"No, it’s too fragmented."

Prajna shook her head.

Losa settled for the second best, asking, "Then can you trace her soul fragment’s aura to find her body?"

"I can try."

Prajna spread her hand, some fragments fell into her palm, soon melting away like snowflakes—yet even as they melted, the aura of the woman’s soul lingered.

She closed her eyes in contemplation for a moment, then nodded: "Over there, Chelina, open me a path."

She pointed to a distant gap in the rocks.

Chelina responded, stepped forward, and with two swift sword strokes, sliced away the protruding rocks, revealing behind them a path that wasn’t particularly spacious, and hardly looked like a path at all.

"What did you find?"

Anna moved close to Losa, asking somewhat anxiously.

Furin also curiously approached, still unclear about what was happening.

She actually didn’t care much about the plague, after all, it couldn’t infect someone like her, a "noble" blood princess.

Losa shook his head: "Not much. I just think, she wouldn’t abandon her body just because she’s lived long enough, right? With her ’mad scientist’ personality, she might have considered her body a research specimen."

"So, her body is most likely the Source of the Plague?"

Anna’s eyes lit up.

Losa sighed lightly: "It’s just my conjecture, but it’s better than going back to Constantinople empty-handed, sulking, waiting for the disaster to break out."

Anna said confidently: "No, your conjecture is correct. She wanted to control the plague rat swarm through Magic Power, and nothing would suit as a container for the ’Source of the Plague’ better than her own body."