Published: February 12, 2025
The first to fall were the long, matte-finished projectiles referred to as Type I by Cloud Summit.
These projectiles flew high, surpassing the interceptors and, aided by the cover of missiles and rockets, landed inside the city.
The closer they got to the ground, the faster they flew, eventually becoming nothing but an afterimage.
Not to mention that the vast majority of evolvers couldn't intercept them, even those who had the means didn't dare to approach.
With such speed and an unknown nature, attempting to intercept was tantamount to risking one's life.
Evolvers in the apocalypse indeed dared to fight to the death, but they were far from brave, let alone selfless; they certainly wouldn't sacrifice themselves for the Holy City so easily.
The projectiles landed in several different locations with a thud, not exploding and lacking the unique sizzling sound of magic crystal weapons, as if they had lost their function upon burrowing into the ground.
Duds?
Some residents of the Holy City nearby were puzzled. Curiosity got the better of one person who walked over to take a look.
But before they could get close, a large amount of green mist suddenly surged from the holes created by the impacts.
Those who couldn't hold their breath were caught off guard, stumbling back a couple of steps before collapsing to the ground, their bodies convulsing violently, hands clutching their necks, faces turning red as if trying to expel something but unable to.
Moments later, their bodies began to rot, and in an instant, they became a pile of green bones.
The mist quickly spread in all directions, and no matter how fast the evolvers were, they couldn't compare to the speed at which this substance diffused in the air.
Soon, the three poison gas bombs that had landed near the Western City had rapidly spread over a vast area.
This naturally alarmed nearly all the evolvers in the region, and soon those skilled in dealing with toxic gas arrived at the edge of the spreading mist under the protection of some experts.
An elderly man rushed into the gas and quickly retreated. Others followed him back, their movements swift until he declared it safe. Only then did another person extend their arms and summon a translucent jellyfish-shaped battle beast, enveloping them all inside.
“It’s ‘Sewage Toxic Flow,’” the old man asserted.
“It's a formula from a mid-level Alchemist. Previously, there were Alchemists in Eastern Europe who possessed this formula, and the potion circulated here. I have seen it and recognize it; there’s no mistake.”
“What should we do?”
One person asked anxiously; he was the head of the city defense in Western City and one of the four leaders of the defense army.
Although the defenses on the city walls seemed lively, there was no real danger; however, the sudden appearance of the poisonous mist within the city forced him to take it seriously.
While cursing the treacherous Easterners outside, he gathered people to seek a solution, completely forgetting the black mist-spewing weapons on the city walls.
“Hmm…” The old man pondered for a moment.
“According to previous intelligence, the Easterners outside have only launched three of these poison gas bombs. I checked their size; based on their volume, the amount of toxic gas they could carry isn't substantial. The larger the area they diffuse into, the less lethal they become. On the outskirts, it won’t be deadly.”
“Moreover, all antidotes and pills for this Sewage Toxic Flow are effective. Taking them can provide immunity for a certain period; at least until they dissipate, they will not be affected. If there are no antidotes, just avoid the central area where the gas bomb exploded. It’s fine to hold your breath and pass through the places with lower gas concentrations. Don’t worry; skin contact isn’t a problem.”
The head of the Western City defense felt much more at ease.
But just as he relaxed, an unexpected uproar of anger erupted from the city walls.