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It was the same room, Kronos was narrating bitterly.

"As you can see, Brother Cybrus, the situation in Noxus is very bad right now. We have to place soldiers with strange diseases in separate quarantine areas to ensure that no civilians are infected."

Loken frowned, he was very sensitive to the word 'disease' now - not long ago, the thick creeps that spread on Terra were still vivid in his mind.

So, he asked cautiously: "Is it contagious?"

"Hard to say."

Kronos sat on a special iron chair, staring at the drowsy night outside the window. At this time, the genius was just dimmed.

"It's not just about contagion, it's more about symptoms. All patients gradually lose their minds within two days of identifying symptoms, and generally within a week, they become insane lunatics. Bite and fight those who are not like them."

As he spoke, Loken's face became solemn. In such a world with backward medical conditions, once such a terrible infectious disease breaks out, the blow to the local indigenous people is almost devastating.

"Do you have any countermeasures?"

Kronos raised his right hand slightly and motioned for Swain, who was sitting not far away, to speak. The Noxian commander glanced at the unsmiling warrior leaning against the door, and said softly: "A monk from Shuoji Temple is heading to the Immortal Fortress. They start from Horez and should be able to arrive at dawn."

"Zen Yuan? You hired a monk?" Loken asked in disbelief. "This is an infectious disease! It must be prevented by scientific means. What do you ask a monk to do? Do you expect them to recite sutras?!"

"Take it easy, Brother Cybrus."

Kronos looked at him peacefully, his expression still calm: "This is not the backward world you imagined, in fact, there are many forces beyond our imagination. The Shuoji mentioned by Commander Swain just now exists. The Zen Temple is one of them."

Loken expressed 'I'm interested' with an emoji.

"It was an ancient temple on a snowy mountain in Ionia in the Far East. It was a mystery to the locals, and we know very little about it. But according to legend...Suo There are dragons guarding the Jichanyuan, and their monks are different from monks in the usual sense."

Swain explained it for him: "Most of the monks in the Shuoji Temple are 'walking monks', and these monks do not eat fast food in the temple to practice Buddhism. , they will measure the whole of Ionia with their own feet."

"Sounds not bad." Loken gave a rare high evaluation - the words in his mouth were not bad, which could be regarded as the highest grade.

"It's not as simple as being nice, this one, Mr. Cybrus. Walking monks are usually very powerful."

"Really? How strong?"

"no one knows."

Loken smiled noncommittally and stopped asking. Instead, he turned to Kronos to talk more about the bizarre infectious disease. Only then did Swei turn his head to look out the window. The fish-mammed white sky made him suddenly realize—Ah, so I haven’t slept all night...

At this time, he remembered the golden sun that rose from the room before, and his mental exhaustion also subsided. His back seemed to straighten, and Swain gave a rare smile.

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The walking monks who "have great power" in their mouths actually don't seem to fit this adjective at all.

Racha was dozing sleepily against the inside of the carriage, the half-breed horse galloping without rest all night. Their exhaustion seemed to pass on to him, causing the monk to open his eyes a little uncomfortably.

"What's the matter? Master Racha?" The female officer, who had been awake all night and looked bright, immediately noticed his expression.

asked.

"The horses seem tired."

"Of course they are tired," Felicia replied. "But it doesn't matter."

Racha turned to look at her: "Aren't they life?"

"Yes."

"Then why doesn't their life matter?"

"Master Racha, I have no intention of starting a debate with you."

Felicia lowered her eyes and replied with a kind of detached reason instead of her thinking.

"Only your life matters in this little escort. Because you can do for Noxus that we can't. We can sacrifice anything to get you to the Immortal Citadel."

"Your thoughts are so... terrifying, I can't accept them."

Racha said in shock that his eyes were so wide that deep wrinkles appeared on his forehead. That's not what a young man his age should look like. The female officer's mood relaxed a little for no reason. The hand that had been on the hilt since getting into the car also loosened.

She said softly, "Master Racha, I once heard a merchant say an old saying from Ionia, but I don't know if he is lying to me. Can you help me?"

"Of course, as long as I know." Racha nodded without thinking.

The female officer was unable to speak, because a loud noise broke the silence of the night. This sound like a sharp sword broke the calm inside the carriage. After this loud noise, the carriage slowly stopped.

"What's the matter?!" Felicia shouted sharply, and after she got no response, she kicked open the door of the carriage.

The sight she saw made her shy—there were five soldiers in the squad, three were in charge of driving in turn, and two were guarding the rear. Now, those two soldiers were lying on the ground without knowing their life or death. What made her even more disturbed was that there was a chuckle from Mo Hu from the front carriage where the horses were.

"who is it?!"

With a sound of Zeng, she drew out her long sword and winked at Racha at the same time, motioning for him to follow behind her. But the tall monk had no intention of obeying her orders at all.

His face was still the same as when he first came out of the village, with the childishness of a young man. But it has brought an unforgettable firmness to the subtle parts of the eyebrows. He walked out of the carriage, stepped on the grass gently, and the crimson arrogance emerged from the naturally hanging hands.

"Fake it," he said solemnly. "I despise people like you the most, even worse than those assassins. At least they dare to face me and wield a dagger."

A gleam of starlight quietly swept across the sky, accompanied by a flash of silver light, a man whose face could not be seen clearly, but still gave people a sense of pride, stood opposite Racha.

"You're wrong, mortal, I'm not human."