Virus King - Chapter 154

Chapter 154: Walking the World! Mission Accomplished!

TL: YYang

This was a spear approximately 1.56 meters long.

On the way to Vienna, Chen Bai kept examining the spear in his hand.

The spear did not appear particularly sharp. In fact, Chen Bai had the distinct feeling that if he summoned Biochemical Disaster or applied just a bit more strength, this so-called divine artifact would snap in half.

However, he still took it with him.

The reason was simple. In the real world, in his past life, decades after the apocalypse, there had been a powerful Evolver of Emperor rank in the West.

In his hand was a weapon of the same name.

The Spear of Longinus!

However, that weapon of the same name was not the piece of scrap metal before him now but an SS-Ranked weapon!

The Boundless Spear of Light. The Spear of Judgment. It had many names, and its brilliance was so radiant that even the Kings of Hell and the Demon Lords of the Abyss dared not gaze upon it directly.

But now, it was nothing more than a piece of junk, devoid of any attributes.

Chen Bai truly had no idea how the Spear of Longinus from his previous life had come to exist, but since this object had fallen into his hands, treating it as a collectible original seemed acceptable enough.

After all, this was merely a dungeon.

And not just any dungeon but an odd one at that. Expecting to acquire an S-Ranked divine artifact here was far-fetched, to say the least!

Rare instances like the cooldown-specific crematory in Jiangcheng University were exceptional and not easily replicated!

Moreover, the Face of Taotie still harbored numerous secrets awaiting his discovery.

Throwing the spear into his backpack, Chen Bai glanced at his hand.

His pitch-black palm was enveloped by the Plague Seeds, making his palm appear as if a drop of thick ink had stained it.

But clearly, this was far from enough!

Calming his thoughts, Chen Bai resumed his journey.

Vienna—the capital of the Holy Roman Empire!

His speed was astonishingly fast, yet it seemed that the spread of news still outpaced him.

After passing through several small towns and gathering numerous Plague Seeds, Chen Bai slowed his pace upon reaching Vienna.

The figure clad in a dark green robe stepped into Vienna’s streets, and unexpectedly, countless residents defied the empire’s orders. They left their quarantined homes and ventured outside the city walls, gathering along the vast streets.

They all knelt on the ground together, praying devoutly. The ritualistic prayers of the Cult of the Plague, established within just half a month, exuded their unwavering faith, allowing the true god who had arrived to feel their devotion.

And indeed, this was the case.

As the capital of the Holy Roman Empire, Vienna was a hub of information. Tens of thousands of Western residents, gathered at the heart of the city, knew of this moment.

To the south of the empire, on the Apennine Peninsula in Rome, news of the Cult of the Plague had already spread far and wide.

Passersby recounted the miracles of this true god who walked the earth.

On that distant island, millions of plague victims had been saved, escaping the clutches of Hell itself!

Now, this great savior had come from the south to Vienna to rescue even more.

To deliver countless souls from their suffering!

Such greatness was deserving of the most devout reception from all the plague’s followers.

Faith spread like a drop of ink into a bowl of clear water.

If it were just a single drop, the spread would indeed be slow. But when there were several drops at once, accompanied by water that willingly sought to be dyed, only two words could describe the result:

Unstoppable Momentum!

Vienna, Prague, Munich, Dresden, Stuttgart, Cologne, Frankfurt…

City after city.

With Chen Bai’s arrival, apart from the grand cathedrals symbolizing the Cult of the Plague, there was an endless stream of praise and devotion.

Even the Holy Roman Emperor himself, the ruler of Franconia, knelt personally at Chen Bai’s feet. The same mouth that once issued imperial decrees now pressed to kiss the shoe of the true god walking among men.

This was the honor of touching the divine.

Even the most devout believers rarely qualified for such a privilege.

For the emperor, it became the ultimate proof of his stable reign and the divine selection validating his rule.

So impactful was this event that the political structure of the empire began to shift. The church, once a ruling body entwined with governance, found itself gradually excluded from the core of power.

Chen Bai paid no mind to these changes.

Even a calamity as devastating as the Black Death could not fundamentally alter the essence of political influence and struggle.

This was the inevitability of human governance. As long as humanity remained a social species reliant on networks to maintain its structure, ruling classes would persist unchanged.

There were only two scenarios capable of breaking this cycle.

One: extraordinary power—individual strength, making it the sole determinant of the ruling class.

Two: humanity’s extinction.

Chen Bai had no interest in the glory, authority, or power surrounding him.

During this historical period, such things were essentially meaningless.

His goal was singular: the Plague Seeds!

Over the half year of the Black Death’s rampage, he had traversed the entire Western world.

And not just the Western continent—he had ventured farther south into Africa and even northward.

The footprints of the true god stretched across the entire continent!

Countless chronicles praised and celebrated him:

The savior of the world.

The god of plague and life.

The benevolent father of harvests.

Even the church, after the traces of the Black Death began to fade, resurfaced to leave its mark. In sacred texts and other scriptures, they recorded in grand strokes:

“During the great plague, when the Black Death ravaged the continent, the almighty and great Lord sent his plague angel to descend to the human world, saving all from fire and brimstone…”

Of course, this particular scripture existed only within the church’s inner sanctum. It could not be revealed at this time, as the Cult of the Plague now wielded significant influence. Any misstep would expose the church to further blows.

Chen Bai cared little for such matters.

In the course of nearly a year, he could no longer count how many Plague Seeds he had harvested.

All he knew was that his entire left hand, jet black with faint dark green stains, bore the mark of his labor.

Chen Bai understood—his mission was almost complete.