Volume 7 - Chapter 505: Black Death

Chapter 505: Black Death

Translator: Translation Nation Editor: Translation Nation

Momore’s drawn out neighing resonated in the ears of everyone present, before a boundless pressure came crushing down from the darkness of this tent!

A faint inhospitable inhuman like voice reverberated through the air.

"Whom, dost thou dare to destroy my seal?"

"Whom, dost thou attempt in vain to pry into the secrets of the Fokke clan?"

"I sing of death; the indulgence of death, the dictator of death!"

"Ye doth deceive thine senses with vanities, but the onslaught of death is undefiable!!"

When that voice emerged, an awe-inspiring baffling ring echoed throughout the entire space of the gypsy tent. It was analogous to the booming flutter of a highly raised large flag.

Resembling an imperial tent, this gypsy had obviously employed a certain advanced space magic to expand the internal layer of this tent. Viewing from this perspective, it definitely contained an ability that could isolate the magic aura of this place.

Therefore, even though the redoubtable Little Lord Fokke could transmit his thoughts from a thousand miles away with the medium of this diary, he was incapable of sensing the specific location from the external world!

Yet presently, Sheyan had suddenly felt a wave of tremendous crisis, as strands of hair on his body began standing; his instincts prompting his desire to dodge away. Instantly, he felt a vague danger brushing past his shoulders from the darkness.

Meanwhile, Jiejie had started chanting out bizarre unpronounceable syllabus. One could observe four amplified poker cards suspended in the air, exhibiting the ‘3 of Clubs’, ‘3 of Hearts’ and ‘3 of Diamonds’. Permuting around her in mid air, they obstructed her front like a mountain.

Though the four poker cards were shredded within a split second, that imposing inhospitable voice reverberated once again. Yet distinctively, the voice felt like it was gradually distancing away.

"Refrain from believing ye can hide! If thine hath the audacity to remove the final seal, the vengeance of the Fokke clan will haunt your body. Even till the ends of the earth, thou shalt track the scent of your vitality, brandishing death as thou steal your soul."

After spilling out the final word, the chilling aura receded rapidly as the layer of frost melted away.

However, the gigantic flesh egg had already withered away, while black mist remained lingering within the air; before forming into a concrete illusion, as though everyone was entrapped inside a cave. Soon, the mist formed into a majestically grand arched door right ahead.

To each side of the arched door, were two tomb like structures that reached the height of 5 metres, and a radius of 40 square metres; architectured neatly with black bricks. In its midst, a deep door had opened; pitch-black and unfathomable. Only, the darkness was pregnant with obscurity, fuelling an urgent desire to rush forth.

A dense crowd of red dots filled the roof of this arched door. After approaching closer and carefully inspecting with a dim torch taken from the wall, one could notice they were strange gecko like creatures distributed across the cavern ceiling.

An eerie wind was brewing but temporarily dismissing that; the imagination of being locked on by countless furtive and hostile red tiny pupils, was sufficient to trigger a chilling sensation down their backs.

Then, a rigid, deathly pale and impressing hand reached out from within the darkness!

Its fingers uprightly pointed towards every individual present!

In this instant, everyone felt like their hearts had been wrenched.

Such a scene persisted for approximately 10 seconds, before the black mist dispersed.

Once again, the place recovered its splendorous and majestic scenery!!

A silence ensued throughout the participants beholding this scene. Not a single desired to speak, or rather, dared not to speak!

After a good long while, Jiejie finally sat back down onto her throne. She glared at Sheyan frostily and rebuked him.

"Foreigner, leave..... and remember to bring along that calamitous diary with you. I am starting to feel this deal has been a huge mistake."

Sheyan picked up the ‘Diary of Morgan Fokke’, before he shrugged his shoulders and replied.

"Bringing such a disturbance to you, I express my sincere apologies."

Mentally and physically exhausted, Jiejie sighed as she shut her eyes.

"Thud thud!" A weird sound resounded out just as she was about to speak. Due to the trauma of that domineering existence, when those gypsy diviners heard that sound, they instantly flew into panic. Being women, once their superficial shells of hardness were broken, their intrinsic meekness was switched to full display.

"Cease your panic!! What’s with the ruckus?"

Jiejie’s roared incisively, completely disregarding her queenly demeanor. With a wave of her hand, the torches inside the tent were ignited.

Instantly, they realized two gypsies shrouded with red headscarf had collapsed onto the carpet. They were convulsing continuously, as blood and spittle repeatedly trickled down their lips; drenching the carpet!

The two diviners beside immediately reacted to support them. Sheyan unintentionally noticed the exposed arm of one of the fainted gypsy, and he got huge shock.

Though these gypsy diviners appeared aged, their skin retained its fair meekness, while their figure was maintained superbly; so much so, people would believe them to be young maidens in their twenties or thirties. Yet at present, wrinkles of purplish-black shade had surfaced on her naked exposed arm, and broad bean sized blisters and boils had popped out from her skin; appearing exceedingly horrifying!

Jiejie’s veil fluttered within this stale air, as a ‘7 of Hearts’ poker card spinned out and pierced into the body of a fainted gypsy; instantly jolting her awake.

Releasing an incomparably mournful wail, she muttered amidst her hurried breathing.

"It, it’s....death..."

Spitting a mouthful of crow-black blood as she spoke, her eyes rolled back and she passed away. Yet something frightening occurred – the convex socket of her eyes suddenly ruptured with a ‘pssh’!

Unknown why, at that rupturing instant, Sheyan once again felt that sense of threat. Stumbling several steps back, he tried his utmost to distance himself from her corpse.

Observing that Sheyan was afraid of a dead person, the gypsies casted spiteful gazes at him.

All of a sudden, that gypsy diviner supporting the dead corpse swayed, before clutching her mouth as she begun coughing. Initially, it was as though she’d choked as she coughed gently. Yet proceeding that, her cough spiralled out of control. Finally, it was as though she was about to cough her lungs out; as if her heart and lungs were being ripped apart, with blood spilling out from the gaps of her fingers that were covering her mouth.

Her violent fit of coughing failed to quieten down, before it deteriorated into vomits. The veins in her eyes ruptured and her eyes turned bloodshot. Blisters and inflamed boils begun emerging from her arms!

Soon after, the other gypsy supporting the fainted gypsy started coughing. The puzzled gypsies even intended to deliver a glass of water over, but instead, Jiejie screamed with matchless bitterness from afar.

"Distance yourselves from them!! You mustn’t touch their contaminated limbs, they have contracted the Black Death!"

Jiejie’s voice was incomparably cutting; stabbing deep into everyone’s eardrums! As the term ‘Black Death’ resonated within them, everyone simultaneously distanced themselves from the ill victims. Yet during the evacuation process, another two gypsy diviners started coughing violently with bent backs.

Indeed, they were the two nearest individuals closest to the first corpse, when its eyeballs had ruptured. Indeed, one could fathom how immensely beneficial Sheyan’s perceptive sense was back then!

During that era of Europe, the pandemic Black death was even hailed as god’s punishment. When the fourteenth and fifteenth century arrived, the Black Death had already claimed 750 million lives, with 250 to 500 million lives lost in Europe. One must understand, the population of Europe in that era was just barely a billion!

Counting in that manner, that was equivalent to one death in every 2-3 persons. A pandemic with such terrifying mortality rate….such a disastrous catastrophe that could be transmitted orally; no doubt, the fear of these gypsies were fully justifiable.

The only one who could preserve composure, was Sheyan. Belonging to the future, the Black Death was merely a plague that propagated through contact and saliva. According to his knowledge, the Black Death required 2-3 days before robbing one’s life; it absolutely wasn’t this depiction of death in merely several seconds.

Therefore, the only explanation this bewildering and lethal ‘Black Death’, was a product of Little Lord Fokke! Who was Little Lord Fokke, to able to unleash a deadliness of this extent!?

Sheyan then experimented with drawing close to those weakened gypsies that had collapsed to the ground. Instead, his perceptive sense didn’t express any warning.

Sheyan proceeded to tear off a portion of a curtain, before wrapping his arms with it. Then, he started inspecting them and confirmed the accuracy of Jiejie’s determined cause of death.

Witnessing that nothing was happening to Sheyan, the other gypsies begun to boldly approach. A red headscarf gypsy abruptly lifted her crystal ball, as she spoke with prudence.

"I can sense the waning strength of this deadly epidemic curse as their vitality vanishes. It has vanished."

That red headscarf gypsy pondered a little before striding forward, and lifting the clothes off the back of a corpse. The corpse’s skin had shockingly festered, oozing with yellowish pus as it soiled the carpet beneath! Overlooking from above, the pus had shockingly morphed into letters.

As that red headscarf gypsy flipped the other corpses over, more letters appeared beneath the bodies of those gypsies claimed by this dreadful Black Death.

After joining the letters together, three words were formed:

Sin and....damnation!