Up in high orbit above the Hundred-Herb Main Planet, the 2,000 Black-Beaked Plague-Doctor Clones—their hands still glued to six-foot-tall rainbow lollipops. Shuddered violently as the King of Despair & Plague’s self-destruct command triggered the necrotic Corpse-Venom Sacs stitched inside their bellies!
“Hahaha! Try to cure us now, little girl!” Plague-Doctor Clone Leader #201 snarled through his red hawthorn-sugar mask, his belly swelling like an overinflated black toad as fifth-dimensional plague gas built toward detonation.
“We are ruthless avatars of pestilence! Even if you melted our scythes into candy, our internal organs are hardwired with the King of Despair’s black Script-Worms! We would rather rot in the Eighteen Hells and blow our own stomachs to pieces than let a thirteen-year-old nurse cure us!”
“Die as villains! Never take the medicine!” all two thousand clones chanted raggedly, squeezing their eyes shut as they waited to explode into toxic shrapnel.
Down on the Grand Dispensary Plaza, ninety-year-old Valley Master Sun cried out in alarm: “Second Young Miss Su, get back! Two thousand Quasi-Sovereign poison sacs detonating in orbit will turn the entire upper atmosphere into necrotic bile!”
Floating on her pink osmanthus cloud, thirteen-year-old [Ten-Thousand-Medicine Life Empress] Su Nuannuan did not retreat half an inch.
