The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5224

“Are you mad? That place will eat us alive!” Flaxseed’s voice cracked. Jared shook his head. “Waiting here kills us for sure. Better to gamble.” He hauled Flaxseed straight into the roiling swamp.

Underfoot the tar-dark sludge gurgled like something alive. Each step met a suctioning tug, as though icy fingers clutched their ankles. Jared kept one hand locked around Flaxseed’s arm; with the other he swept Dragonslayer Sword in ruthless arcs, severing venom-soaked vines that lunged from the murk. Golden arcs of sword energy ripped pale scars through the gloom.

“Watch your footing!” he barked, yanking Flaxseed left. The spot they’d occupied collapsed, razor-bones spearing from the muck—fatal, had they hesitated a heartbeat.

Flaxseed’s breath rasped; his reopened chest wound spilled blood that hissed on the mud. Thumb-sized black insects swarmed, devouring red droplets and even the mud beneath. “This place is cursed,” he whimpered, wiping sludge from his face. “Seraphina and her killers won’t dare follow... will they?”

A shrill curse slashed the fog behind them. “Useless trash! Two wounded fugitives and you still fail? After them—now!” Seraphina’s voice, cold as forged steel, rang across the bog. Jared glanced back. At the swamp’s rim, dozens of silhouettes gathered, her scarlet robes blazing against the dim light. His stomach dropped—they were willing to brave Bone-rot Swamp.

“Deeper, then,” he muttered. He fished the last two detoxification pills from his pouch, pressing one into Flaxseed’s hand. “Under your tongue—it’ll blunt the fumes.”

Jared needed none; his blood had long since learned to laugh at poison.

They slogged on, each stride heavier than the last. The stench thickened into a choking miasma that even the pill could not fully soften. Needles of pain stabbed Jared’s consciousness field; his mind-stilling mantra stuttered. Of Wandering Immortal Realm Level Six, only eight-tenths of his power answered the call.

Ahead, pale-violet bubbles seethed, releasing an even deadlier vapor.

Flaxseed inhaled, coughed violently, and crumpled, skin turning bruise-purple. “Mr. Flaxseed!” Jared caught him; the alchemist’s lips were already weeping sores.

Panic surged—then a glint caught Jared’s eye, something bright buried in the mire.

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