Otherworld Advance Team
Chapter 1481 - 1474: Differential Attack

Chapter 1481: Chapter 1474: Differential Attack

"If you’re asking us, then you’ve hit the mark," another man gestured with his hand as he spoke, "Regarding this matter, we do have some knowledge. How should I put it? Kyushu has its own explanation, and the Ghost Race has their version. As bystanders, we naturally don’t favor either side."

"Could you please elaborate for me?" Cheng Ziang asked eagerly.

"Uh, this..." Both men were already flush with red cheeks and glassy-eyed, on the verge of passing out.

"Come on, drink a bit more, just a bit more." Cheng Ziang said, proactively filling their cups.

He knew full well that the two of them were about to be drunk, but if he could get the information he wanted before they passed out, he didn’t particularly care about this pot of wine.

"Hehe, brother Shadow Edict is quite generous," said the man with the scruffy beard, barely taking a sip of wine before breathing out the alcohol and saying, "Actually, the reason the Heavenly Army withdrew from Aximiya wasn’t due to the might of the Ghost Race’s army, nor was it the miasma and poisonous creatures on the island, but..."

"But what?" Cheng Ziang asked expectantly.

The scruffy-bearded man didn’t speak immediately; instead, he gestured for Cheng Ziang to come closer, glanced left and right, and then whispered, "It was because the Ghost Race cast a witchcraft, leading to the decimation of the hundreds of thousands of Heavenly Army, even Emperor Wu, who was in the Golden Core Realm, did not escape, perishing amidst the retreat."

"Witchcraft?" Cheng Ziang repeated the key word in his statement.

"Yes, witchcraft!" The man with the scruffy beard nodded and replied seriously.

"What kind of witchcraft was it?" Cheng Ziang asked, somewhat nervously.

"It was a kind that, like a plague, instantly swept through the entire Heavenly Army, leaving almost no survivors," explained the scruffy-bearded man.

"Plague..." Cheng Ziang’s eyes widened.

"It wasn’t a plague!" Another man leaned in, contradicting the one with the scruffy beard.

"It was a plague!" the scruffy-bearded man said, annoyed.

"It wasn’t a plague!" The other man was resolute.

"It was a plague!!" the scruffy-bearded man raised his voice.

"Wait, wait, both of you calm down," Cheng Ziang gestured, trying to pacify them, then turned to the other man and asked, "So, what do you think?"

"If it were a plague, the Ghost Race people would have been infected as well. But in fact, whether it was the Ghost Race people captured by the Heavenly Army or those who came to collect the bodies later, none of them were infected. Only the people of Kyushu died, even we Shanyue people were unaffected," the other man gave an answer that shocked Cheng Ziang immensely.

"Is there such witchcraft?" Cheng Ziang asked, shocked.

"Do not ask whether it exists or not, the Ghost Race people have already accomplished it," the other man said earnestly.

"So, when the Heavenly Army attacked Aximiya, the Ghost Race used witchcraft to kill all the people of Kyushu, but spared the Shanyue people?" Cheng Ziang asked in astonishment.

"That’s exactly what happened. The Heavenly Army lost hundreds of thousands of men, all from Kyushu, and this witchcraft targeted only the people of Kyushu," the other man replied.

"Differential contagion, my heavens..." Hearing this, even Cheng Ziang couldn’t help but gasp.

Because such a weapon, let alone in ancient times, even if placed in the modern era, on Earth, would still be an absolutely advanced strategic deterrent.

"Therefore, there is no need to be afraid of the Ghost Race hating you, instead, you should be the ones fearing the Ghost Race," apparently a bit too inebriated, the scruffy-bearded man began speaking without a filter, patting Cheng Ziang on the shoulder to console him, "You should feel lucky that the Ghost Race doesn’t want to leave Aximiya Island, otherwise many people in Kyushu would surely die."

"What are you saying?" the other man frowned and scolded discontentedly.

"What am I saying, isn’t what I’ve said the truth? The big brother here invited us for drinks, shouldn’t we tell him the truth?" the scruffy-bearded man indeed had drunk too much.

"Alright alright, you two drink slowly, this pot of wine is on me." Cheng Ziang said, putting down the wine pot and hurriedly leaving the tavern, leaving the bewildered pair behind.

He went out onto the street to look for Baiyue and Feng, who were out sketching. Luckily, they hadn’t gone far, and it only took him about ten minutes to find Baiyue, who was drawing a portrait of Feng.

"Have you been drinking?" Baiyue couldn’t help frowning as he sniffed the alcohol on him.

"You have to drink to socialize, right?" Cheng Ziang shrugged his shoulders and said.

"Have you socialized anything then?" Baiyue asked while continuing to paint.

"Major news." Cheng Ziang said, taking a deep breath.

"What major news, and stop chopping your sentences," Baiyue said without lifting her head.

Taking another deep breath, Cheng Ziang said earnestly, "When the Kyushu Empire invaded Aximiya, they were defeated by the Ghost Race."

"Isn’t that common knowledge?" Baiyue shrugged.

"Do you know what method the Ghost Race used to defeat them?" Cheng Ziang seemed to have anticipated Baiyue’s response and continued to ask.

"What method?" Baiyue asked.

"A type of witchcraft, a witchcraft that only infects people from Kyushu," said Cheng Ziang.

Hearing this, Baiyue finally realized the gravity of the situation and stopped drawing, turning to look at him, "A witchcraft...that only infects people from Kyushu?"

"Exactly." Cheng Ziang nodded.

Baiyue took another deep breath, lowered her eyelids in thought for a moment, then raised her head to look at him, "Is there such magic?"

"It’s not magic, nor is it any kind of cultivation combat technique, but a type of witchcraft," Cheng Ziang gesticulated.

"It’s contagious..." Baiyue pondered for a while, hesitantly asking, "Could it be an infection?"

"A contagion that only infects people from Kyushu," Cheng Ziang added.

"A contagion that only infects people from Kyushu..." Baiyue mumbled, suddenly thinking of something, then, her body jerking violently, her face turned pale, and her hands started to tremble uncontrollably.

"What did you think of?" Cheng Ziang probably guessed her thoughts and asked proactively.

"Lipei... Fu’en... Otherworld Gate..." Baiyue’s voice trembled as she uttered these terms.

"A genetic bioweapon, right, a biological weapon that only infects a specific population," Cheng Ziang said seriously.

Shocked, Baiyue took a long time to recover before staring at Cheng Ziang and asking, "You mean, the Ghost Race used a genetic bioweapon to defeat the Kyushu Empire?"

"And I don’t think these weapons are the legacy of our Ancestors because the Ancestors certainly didn’t know that the Kyushu Empire’s power would expand to the entire East Continent," Cheng Ziang said.

"So, you’re saying the Ghost Race can create genetic bioweapons?" Baiyue was once again in shock.

"If that’s the case, everything makes sense," Cheng Ziang said earnestly, "The Ghost Race defeated the Kyushu Empire with a genetic bioweapon, and now West Outer Heaven is facing the invasion of Kyushu people, as a member of the Demon Clan Zisu naturally seeks to find such a weapon, to defeat the Kyushu people again. No, it should be to completely eliminate the Kyushu people from West Outer Heaven."

"That’s unbelievable," Baiyue shook her head.

"This world is full of unbelievable things," Cheng Ziang sighed, "At first, I didn’t make the connection to genetic bioweapons, but the description of those people made me think of it."

"Could those people be exaggerating?" Baiyue continued to ask.

"Possible, and I hope so, but the more we investigate, the closer we get to the truth," Cheng Ziang nodded, agreeing with her point.

"Let’s go," Hearing his words, Baiyue closed her notebook and stood up saying to him, "Let’s investigate together, we need to make clear what exactly is going on."

"If it’s really confirmed that Zisu wants to use genetic bioweapons against the three aristocratic families, what do you plan to do?" Cheng Ziang asked as he stood behind her.

"Since you already have an idea, there’s no need to ask me anymore," Baiyue said, remaining silent for a moment, without turning her head.

"No, I want to know what you think, don’t forget the decision-making principle within the Advance Team," Cheng Ziang said.

"I don’t know either..." Hesitating, Baiyue gently shook her head.