Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
I, The Dragon Overlord
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1134- Familiar face
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 598: Since You Have to Choose Someone, Choosing Me Works Fine Too
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3818: Mystifying Kindness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 302: Gaze
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 224: Arrogance
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1133- Job Clash
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 927: Instant Kill
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1132- Slave race
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 25: The Demonoids Living in the Human World
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 597: Your Majesty, Please Abdicate
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3817: The Illusionary Ancestor
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 301: What is in His Body
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 223: Lose to Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1131- Changing order
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 926: Jadefication
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 925: Pill Master
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1130.5- Cloud Peak delicacies (2)
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 596: Uncle and Nephew (8)
Chapter 199: Conversation
Lucretia kept her gratitude in her heart; there wasn’t a need to emphasize just how valuable something that could enhance the strength of the absolute life field was. Even if the poison inside Woolf’s body was from the poisons contained within the Hundred Flavor Extreme Poison Sushi, Bai Yi could have just told her about the few poisonous ingredients and kept the complete recipe a secret.
Things were much better after getting a lead toward the solution, and Lucretia immediately started conducting tests with this direction in mind. They tried out the eight types of poisons that Bai Yi had used in his cooking first, and other natural poisons after that. Before long, they managed to come up with a precise formula that could effectively kill the parasites, which they had named Iron Hookworms.
However, even though they managed to kill the parasites, the Iron Hookworms struggled vigorously in the hosts' bodies when they were on the verge of dying, and caused all those infected unimaginable pain. Those with slightly weaker constitutions immediately foamed at the mouth and fainted; if they weren’t sure that this method was effective, nobody would have dared to use it.
Although they were terribly tortured, all of them felt joy while suffering. It was a great blessing to be able to kill those parasites, and they felt this especially so after looking at the few guys in the worst conditions. A mature Iron Hookworm was more than 20 centimeters long, yellowish-black in color, and had a hooked, forked tail at the end of its body. It was easy to imagine that some of them had dozens of these worms in their bodies; it would require a miracle for them to recover from something like this.
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“Damn it! I’m going to even puke my intestines out at this rate! This is so damn disgusting!” Woolf grumbled with a pale face, looking at the small Iron Hookworms writhing about on the verge of death in his vomit.
“You are already considered quite lucky; the ones with the worst conditions already had the Iron Hookworms digging
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