章節 935: Final Blow

The following six months was hellish for the Abyssals. 

The Crimson Affliction was cruel. At this point, all of them were infected by it, making it harder for them to breathe or even function normally. It wasn't as lethal as most were expecting since it didn't kill right away, in fact it even seems weaker than before but it did make their lives miserable since they never felt well. 

At this point, nobody was even bothering to search for a cure. All efforts in researching was gone with the wind, most of those who's even able to start an effort were effectively crippled by the disease so what's the use? 

Food is scarce, illness plagued the lands, endless gloom filled the streets, oh how the might Abyssals have fallen. All of it was due to their hubris. 

The resentment was piled as high as a mountain. Everyone stopped worshipping the God Emperor at this point since they blamed him for subjecting them to this torment.