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Chapter 617: Parasite blowgun

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Fixated on Mbenga, that masked Ndipaya barbarian raised his pike to thrust down.

All of a sudden, the scar on Mbenga’s forehead swelled redly as he frenetically howled out several gibberish words.

In the next second, that Ndypaya barbarian turned sluggish; which was probably Mbenga’s ability that involved stunning with furious verbal beratement.

Seizing this opportunity, Sheyan bent his back and speared forth by activating ‘Horn Rage’. Within a split second, he collided into that barbarian and knocked him into a stunned state.

Without hesitating, Sheyan raised his saber and hacked down onto the barbarian’s pike-wielding arm!

Noticing that the Ndipaya barbarian’s mask was crafted with wood superior to the wooden shields he seized the last night, Sheyan reckoned its defence was exceedingly outrageous. Hence, he wisely avoided aiming for those deadly vital spots.

Blood flashed out, as Sheyan immediately hurled out a flask of curse-mix after his saber slash. As mossy greenish fumes fogged out, that masked Ndipaya barbarian’s retaliating action was instantly disrupted by the stunning effect of the curse-mix.

Continuing with jolting momentum, Sheyan twisted to the side and slashed down heftily once again.

After having his exposed right arm hacked twice, a mutilated wound could now be seen. Still, the Ndipaya barbarian remained extremely obstinate and untamed; bawling freakishly as he jabbed his pike in.

Nevertheless, by now, Sheyan had already pulled out his lethal black grade weapon – ‘Ambition’ !!

Even though Sheyan’s right arm hadn’t recovered fully and was unable to chop with his ‘+7 West’ freely, opening fire wasn't a problem! Nevertheless, that mask was expectedly queer, and Sheyan’s ‘Rum & Songs’ shot only managed to shave off 20 HP!

Fortunately, the stunning effect wasn’t discounted, which allowed Sheyan to maliciously unleash another two slashes.

Eventually, the pike-wielding arm of the Ndipaya barbarian succumbed; as bones split and blood scattered, the Ndipayan Barbarian looked as though he could no longer attack with it.

Presently, Sheyan was truly afraid of the innumerable layering of those native pestilences. Thus, Sheyan had resolved to refrain from giving the opponent any chance to attack himself, aiming straight to cripple the Ndipaya barbarian’s master hand from the very first attack.

Observing this masked Ndipaya barbarian swapping his pike to the other hand, Sheyan stomped in without hesitation as he dove into the barbarian’s embrace.

In this manner, though Sheyan’s ‘+7 West’ couldn’t be utilized effectively, the Ndipaya barbarian’s pike would similarly lose its killing threat. In the face of a close proximity brawling. Sheyan believed he would definitely hold the utmost advantage against a single-armed and heavily wounded brat.

After losing his pike that could slice out open wounds, the epidemic infection capability of that Ndipaya barbarian was indeed substantially reduced, thereby allowing Sheyan to relax as he delivered in agonizing fists.

During this close combat brawl, Sheyan didn’t concern himself with any sort of martial ethics but frequently hurled items like his curse-mix at the opponent.

Once ‘Ambition’s’ cooldown was over, he bluntly pasted the musket against the enemy’s chest and opened fire, before following up with unbridled smashing knees and elbows towards the enemy’s head.

Though this masked Ndipaya barbarian’s attributes were immensely high, it wasn’t at such a perverse state that could completely suppress Sheyan. Without being able to employ his weapon nor offensive abilities during this brawling, the Ndipaya barbarian’s offensive might dwindled greatly. Moreover, without his weapon to transmit virus pestilences to Sheyan, in addition to Sheyan’s impregnable innate ‘Stronghold’ protection, the Ndipaya barbarian naturally suffered a massive setback.

After few minutes of chaotic brawling, that masked Ndipaya barbarian felt something was amiss, and attempted to flee while scrambling away with a bloodied face.

Instead, Sheyan hugged the barbarian’s legs, sending him crashing to the ground as the barbarian wrestled violently to escape Sheyan’s grasp.

Meanwhile, Mbenga had finally recovered his breath and after identifying Sheyan, he hastily rushed over to assist. After limping over, Mbenga hoisted up a large rock and smashed it ferociously onto the masked barbarian!

Under their combined assaults, that Ndipaya barbarian eventually appeared on the verge of being slain. However, in this instance, his mask suddenly cracked and exploded, unleashing an incorporeal shockwave that repelled Sheyan, sending him tumbling several rounds away.

A wrinkled aged-old face was revealed, and resting on the Ndipaya barbarian’s head, was surprisingly a recklessly bundled feather crest.

After executing a backwards roll, that Ndipaya barbarian remained half-knelt over the ground. Instantly, Sheyan could sense an unexplainable wave of threat, as though he was facing an inflated and upright rattlesnake!

Suddenly shutting his eyes, the grizzled white hair of that Ndipaya barbarian fluttered uprightly in the air even without a blowing wind; wriggling and twirling upwards like millions of slim organisms. Only a person who frequently perspired but hadn’t washed his head for a long period,could create the current gasping peculiarity that Sheyan was beholding.

Suddenly, the Ndipaya barbarian’s left hand curled into a cylinder shape, as he pressed it against his mouth….....before he blew out a dart!

Caught off guard, Sheyan instantly darted towards the side. Still, it was too late.

However, at this moment, Mbenga abruptly yelled sonorously as he stooped his body like a rugby player and slammed against Sheyan viciously, thus allowing Sheyan to escape the crisis.

A huge tree stood two metres behind where Sheyan was previously. Yet right now, there were two thin ash-grey threads lodged into this huge tree, squirming as they bore deeper into the tree.

Sheyan then witnessed the broad leaves of this tree withering and decaying, before dawning a lustre of lifelessness. It was as though a drought had manifested, causing the entire tree to permeate out a deathly aura!

The two thin threads were actually abominable parasites, and one could only imagine how deadly they would be when drilling into a human’s body; pestering one with arduous stubbornness as they lodged themselves into human bones!

After blowing out the two vermin darts, that Ndipaya barbarian remained sluggishly immobile where he was; as though those two vermin darts had exhausted all his vigour.

Sheyan immediately lunged forward and hacked down ferociously with his saber, ultimately finishing the barbarian off without a hitch.

After slaying the barbarian, Sheyan received a notification.

[ You killed a Ndipaya Elder: Jgubu ]

[ Choose from the following rewards: ]

[ A: Receive 1 Achievement point ]

[ B: Receive a dropped key ]

[ C: Receive 3 potential points ]

[ D: Receive some immunity possessed by the natives living in this tremendous marshland – A very high chance of weakening the effects/duration of ordinary type plaguing viruses by 10% and may weaken various effects of stronger type viruses. This immunity will cease upon leaving this world. This immunity effect can be stacked with other similar effects ]

Sheyan then paused for a brief while. At current, his defence could weaken the duration of negative buffs by 50%, and his personal ‘Stronghold’ innate ability to further weaken by any 25%! If he contracted a virus that could last for 200 minutes, it would only sustain for 75 minutes in his body. With the addition of reward D, he could further reduce it to 67.5 minutes!

Thus, Sheyan deliberated for a slight while before selecting option D.

After slaying the Ndipaya elder, Jgubu, Sheyan realized Mbenga now treated him with added favorability.

He even started to laugh before....bluntly slumping to the ground unconsciously, before convulsing incessantly as he started regurgitating vomit from his mouth.

Shocked by this sight, Sheyan hurriedly rushed over to examine him.

He then discovered a devastatingly gruesome wound had been carved out across Mbenga’s calf. The wound was deteriorating with great severity. Furthermore, his calf was bundled with a tree branch that served as a simple supporting splint, and dried crusted clay adhered alongside this gruesome wound.

After rinsing Mbenga’s wound with water, Sheyan immediately realized Mbenga’s calf had swelled till it was shining. The size of his calf was identical to his thigh, where its surface was coloured in a prune shade and filled with rhythmic lumps of oozing yellow pus.

This was an exceedingly clear sign of the wound festering before a pungent stench would be exuded alongside oozing yellowish pus. Then, the patient would suffer from a high fever, before turning dizzy and rambling gibberish in pain, leading to the eventual outcome of death.

A golden coloured fly caught a whiff of the wound’s rotting odour, as it buzzed around the periphery of Mbenga’s gruesome wound.

Sheyan sampled medicines from the nightmare realm, but none were effective on Mbenga. As such, he could only pull out a first aid kit and commence an 'operation' himself. He first utilized rum to rinse the wound, before using an incisive knife to scrape away the rotting flesh; carving out the blackened decaying portions. When Mbenga’s flowing blood finally turned fresh red, Sheyan then rinsed his wound with rum again and finally bandaged it.

Despite his ‘operation’ on Mbenga, Sheyan realized his sickly condition hadn’t changed for the better. On the contrary, it spiralled down into a high fever.

All of a sudden, Sheyan’s mind was stirred. He then hastily inspected Mbenga’s body and to his surprise, he discovered an inflamed tumour on Mbenga’s collarbone. This tumour was glossy and translucent, and one could even faintly discern squirming worms swimming within that glossy tumour. Those worms resembled mini-snakes and were covered with dishevelled strands of hair; appearing incredulously weird.

"Could it be that when Mbenga knocked me away, he was struck by a parasitic dart of that old thing?" Such a notion subconsciously surfaced in Sheyan’s mind.

Although there was nothing Sheyan could do about that, he had to save him, because he understood that if he didn’t save Mbenga, Mbenga would definitely die. Only by trying, would there still be a sliver of hope for Mbenga to survive.

Hence, after disinfecting his knife with alcohol, he cut open the tumour. Instantly, he could see those strands of worms rapaciously drilling deep into Mbenga’s flesh!

With speedy hands, Sheyan steadily carved his ‘operating’ knife towards the bottom-most layer of the tumour, before cleaving out a huge chunk of flesh. A good amount of those hair-like worms were carved out as well.

After flinging those worms to the ground, they bounced around frantically like prawns that had just left the water. In spite of that, more worms had already bored deep into Mbenga’s flesh and had vanished without a trace.