Druid in the Marvel Universe Chapter 152: The Taste of Despair

The gunshot woke up the residents of the apartment. Someone curiously opened the window to check the situation, only to hear a string of curses from inside the apartment a few seconds later.

Then, it seemed as if the street was suddenly surrounded by a ring road, and all the houses lit up. People rushed out of their homes as if fleeing a disaster, heading towards the upwind side of the street.

Four strange figures stared in shock at what they had done. They hadn't expected the thing to be so terrifying; they could smell the awful stench even through their gas masks.

Michelangelo nudged Leonardo beside him and said nervously, "Do you think Master Splinter will kill us? If someone dies from the stench, will we go to jail?"

Donatello looked at Michelangelo like he was an idiot and angrily shouted, "You idiot, you ruined our battle plan."

Donatello then held his head in pain, looking at the crowd downstairs covering their noses and mouths as they fled, and muttered to himself, "What on earth did I create?"

The strong Raphael suddenly heard some noise, tightly gripped his sai, and turned around to watch their backs nervously.

Noticing Raphael's unusual behavior, the group quickly drew their weapons and turned around.

Sunvine emerged from the drainpipe on the other side of the apartment building, transforming into a long whip and swiftly striking the four strange figures.

As the leader, Leonardo performed admirably. He shielded his brothers behind him and bravely swung his dual swords at Sunvine. Unfortunately, the usually sharp swords had no effect on Sunvine; they couldn't even leave a scratch.

Leonardo, who rarely failed, was a bit surprised. He hesitated for a moment and was then entangled by Sunvine, receiving a severe beating. The sound of Sunvine striking Leonardo's face and limbs was loud, and the usually proud Leonardo let out a painful scream.

The remaining companions swung their weapons to rescue Leonardo, but to no avail, as they were also bound by Sunvine.

Sunvine, fueled by Alvin's anger, mercilessly beat the group, turning their masks and cloaks into tattered rags.

They were a few round-headed, clumsy green turtle men. They had a strip of cloth tied around their faces, which was definitely not for disguise. It was less useful than the simple gas masks they wore.

With their appearance, tying a strip of cloth around their eyes didn't hide anything. The most likely reason was to make their small eyes appear slightly larger. The little turtles had put some thought into looking cool!

The bound little turtles exchanged a desperate glance.

The talkative Michelangelo said sadly, "I knew we shouldn't have come here. We should have listened to Master Splinter. Now we're doomed. I hope they don't like turtle soup!"

Raphael shouted irritably, "Shut up," and kept wriggling to try to break free from Sunvine's bindings. Unfortunately, his strong body was completely powerless at this moment; the more he struggled, the tighter Sunvine's grip became.

As the four little turtles gritted their teeth and struggled, Sunvine playfully waved in front of their faces and, amid their desperate cries, knocked off their gas masks.

Michelangelo sniffed and began to retch loudly. Facing him, Raphael tried hard to hold his breath and avoid looking at Michelangelo's horrified expression. Like a helpless girl facing a thug, he kept muttering, "No, don't, no."

Michelangelo, a cheerful kid, tried hard to suppress his urge to vomit, repeatedly forcing the vomit that had reached his throat back into his stomach.

Seeing the usually reserved Raphael looking so scared, Michelangelo couldn't help but laugh. With the laughter, he inhaled a large amount of the despair-inducing stench. His expression changed dramatically, followed by violent vomiting.

Raphael let out a desperate cry, stretching his neck to avoid the disaster. But in a chain reaction, he couldn't hold back and vomited as well.

Donatello closed his eyes in pain. He had never hated himself so much. Why did he create such a thing? It had caused him so much trouble! Then he felt a thick wave of liquid pour over his head.

Opposite him, Leonardo tried hard to hold his breath, his small eyes struggling to apologize, "Sorry!"

Inside the house, Alvin couldn't stand the stench anymore. Megan's underwear couldn't block the hellish smell.

Frank, who rushed over from next door, held several gas masks. As he passed the girl in the suit, he fired two shots at her head.

Although the girl was weak from vomiting, she dodged when Frank shot at her. A cloud of black smoke erupted from her body, enveloping her entirely. The bullets passed through the smoke, hitting the wall of the apartment behind her.

Unfortunately, the smoke didn't last long. The thick black smoke seemed to lose momentum after expanding to about thirty feet, rolling violently like boiling water.

Alvin stood by the window, signaling Frank to hurry to the basement and evacuate the women and children. If the two women and two children died from the stench, the story would be over.

Frank angrily emptied his gun into the black smoke. The gun, designed specifically for undead creatures, seemed ineffective, as the black smoke gave no feedback.

With no other option, Frank decided his son was more important. He grabbed the gas masks and rushed into the basement of the restaurant, where two women and two children awaited rescue.

Alvin covered his mouth with one hand, trying not to vomit, and fired his gun into the black smoke with the other. Frank had already proven that the gun with the Eld rune was useless, so Alvin switched to the one with the Ort rune for electric shocks.

Alvin's average marksmanship was sufficient for hitting something with a diameter of several dozen feet.

Intense blue light raged through the black smoke, which rolled and exploded like boiling oil doused with water.

A few seconds later, the black smoke dissipated, revealing the girl in the suit. The previous gunshots seemed to have caused her no harm. She glared at Alvin with murderous intent, trying to shout something at him.

Unfortunately, as soon as she opened her mouth, she inhaled a breath of the stench. The poor girl turned pale and vomited green bile. Then, with a scream of utter despair, she turned and fled into the dark alley beside the apartment.

The ghost wolves "Darkshadow" and "Bloodfang," who had been waiting there, attacked the girl in the suit as soon as she entered the alley. Their long wolf jaws hesitated for a moment before biting down, unable to bear the stench. The girl must have been splashed with the incredibly foul liquid.

The two frustrated ghost wolves furiously clawed at the girl in the suit, almost tearing her to pieces.

The girl in the suit swung a short knife at the two ghost wolves, completely ignoring the terrible wounds on her body. Each time the ghost wolves inflicted a wound, black smoke would rise from it, enveloping the wound. When the smoke disappeared, the wound was healed—a miraculous sight!

Unfortunately, the current combat environment had a significant impact on living creatures, especially with the ghost wolves' keen sense of smell.

The stench on the girl protected her, making it impossible for the ghost wolves to bite her. They had no choice but to retreat.

The girl in the suit breathed a sigh of relief and fled deeper into the alley. The stench from her body and the surroundings was unbearable. Every breath seemed to lighten the weight of her internal organs. Ugh!