Soul of Burning Steel

When Moore took out the small bottle, a faint strange smell spread in the living room.

This smell is not so much the stench of rotting corpses, it is better to say that something is rotten and sealed, and then moldy and fermented for many years, silting up for a long time. They frowned, and some even retched, their faces extremely ugly.

To be honest, mages are actually not a relaxed and elegant profession. Everyone in the room often uses the organs of magical creatures in their daily magic experiments. But this smell is different from ordinary rancid smell. It seems to pass through the nose and directly stimulate people's brain and soul, making everyone present feel sick from the bottom of their hearts.

This is the smell of chaos, which is incompatible with all orderly beings, and is inherently hostile to each other.

"Thanks to President Tonostradamus, all members of our third research team don't have to be involved in the vortex of the imperial capital, and can continue our research in the north with peace of mind."

Because the faces of the mages present were getting worse and worse, Moore took back the bottle in his hand. When he spoke, he looked serious and didn't mean to be joking at all: "But it doesn't mean that we can be perfunctory at will. As you can see, this is our Today's mission - some kind of unknown chaos plague."

"We have to get this out of the way as soon as possible."

Speaking of this, the white-haired old mage couldn't help straightening his waist. He recalled the scene when he and Joshua went to the dungeon of St. Lauren's Cathedral together.

Under the leadership of Bishop Artanis, the host of the church here, the three of them passed through numerous magical blockades, and opened the tightly sealed dungeon door. The strong stench of coma came over his face.

However, whether it was Joshua, Moore or Artanis, they had all experienced battles and experienced the existence of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, so this taste was nothing at all.

"Probably because I didn't burn it clean last time. It seems that all the cultists have turned into breeding grounds for the plague."

Raising his eyebrows in displeasure, Joshua narrowed his eyes, and glanced across the corner of the dungeon, he said softly: "It has completely become a lair of chaos."

"Afterwards, the dungeon needs a thorough purification, and I want to completely clean this place."

Artanis also looked towards the corner of the wall, following the disgusted gaze of the Bishop, he could see a piece of black mold slowly spreading there, and this mold had left traces in every corner of the dungeon.

With great difficulty, the old bishop resisted the urge to take action immediately and use divine magic to purify them. He whispered to himself, "I haven't sampled them yet, so I'll keep you for now."

During this period, Moore didn't speak, but his face became darker. Since he really didn't want to stay in this kind of place, the three of them quickened their pace and headed towards the deepest part of the dungeon.

Along the way, the originally bright pyroxene lamps became dim. That was because black mold had covered the surface of the lamps. Although the magic circle could still function, it was obviously a bit dark because of obstacles. slow.

Soon, everyone came to the deepest part of the dungeon, the oval cell hall.

"Roar!!"

"Hiss!!!"

An inhuman roar came from the dark prison cell. The sound was shrill and noisy, and it was completely beyond the capabilities of normal creatures. Hearing these sounds, Artanis couldn't help but sighed deeply. The magic circle was activated, and in an instant, the light of positive energy, which seemed a little dim compared to the beginning, illuminated the entire hall.

And because of this light, Joshua and the others could clearly see that in the cells where the cultists were originally held, there were no human-like creatures. , the monster with mutated features all over its body is screaming and suffering from the light of positive energy.

They have different shapes, but the only thing they have in common is that they are not like humans at all. These weird monsters either have swollen limbs, or are covered with lumps of sarcoma that grow randomly all over their bodies. There are strange cracks on their bodies, and The rich black juice was continuously splashing along the crack, exuding a rotten and fermented stench.

"These are the sources of the plague... The plague cultists from the far south, their body tissues and black water are the plague carriers that I call black blood, and can be used as samples."

While talking to the old mage, Joshua gathered a hot vindictive energy like a small sun in his palm, and the atmosphere was distorted by the extreme heat. He looked at the group of demons dancing wildly behind the cell with an unhappy expression on his face. He said lightly: "The sooner you take samples, the sooner you can destroy these disgusting things. Chaos creatures are twisted piles, especially for the plague god's subordinates. It's unbearable for them to stay in this world for half a second."

"nature."

Moore didn't say much. To be honest, this was the first time he saw such a twisted, nightmare-like monster. Each of them was uglier than the demons in the abyss.

Right in front of the old mage, in the cell facing directly, there was a swollen, irregular mass of flesh full of tumors. Those tumors had eel-like sharp teeth and giant mouths, which were exhaling foul-smelling thick Juice, the meat ball still trembled and squirmed from time to time, and Moore swore that he was really disgusted by this scene so much that he wanted to vomit.

The sampling process is relatively simple. It is to store the body tissues of these monsters in sealed white crystal bottles, and use spells to ensure their activity. After sampling and preserving each chaotic creature, Joshua and Artanis stayed in the dungeon, After purifying them one by one, Moore hurried back to the living room after confirming that he was not infected with the plague, and explained the main points of this mission to other mages.

"This is a very scary thing. It is different from the flu and other diseases that you have studied in the past. You must be vigilant, and there is absolutely no room for carelessness in experiments on it."

Seeing some contempt for the plague in the eyes of some mages present, Moore couldn't help emphasizing loudly, his tone was unprecedentedly serious: "If someone is accidentally infected with the plague, then we haven't developed a vaccine yet Or the corresponding healing spells... Believe me, I swear by my name, I will never spare you any sympathy to completely wipe you out."

Speaking of this, it was almost a threat, but the mages present were all smart people. Although some people thought they were strong and didn't care much, they still raised their vigilance under Moore's direct warning.

After all, the mages in the third research room are basically Moore's students or juniors, and only a small number of them can be regarded as collaborators. The old mage has a high prestige. Under his leadership, this group of mages was quickly determined. Precautions for the next itinerary and experiments.

Since there is no complete laboratory in the main city of Moldavia, they will set off immediately to the Winter Castle College in Nissier Snow Mountain, where the nearby laboratory can conduct research on Chaos Plague.

Of course, they will definitely go to the academy to work part-time as teachers of the magic academy for free in the middle of the way, and contribute to the training of a new generation of spellcasters in Moldavia - you must know that everyone present is at least a silver high-level senior mage, and has a wealth of knowledge In terms of teaching skills alone, I don't know how many times stronger than the wild mage, and it can perfectly solve the problem of the temporary shortage of teachers in Winterhold College.

To be honest, if it wasn't for Joshua's solution to the problem of the Erebus box, and Nostradamus' instructions, the fee for each appearance of these wizards from the Royal Wizards Association would be enough to make a little noble feel heartbroken , let alone more than a dozen people take turns being teachers together.

Since he had already greeted Joshua and others before leaving the dungeon, Moore was ready to take them away. He had several samples of the plague in his hand, and St. Lauren Church would keep an extra copy. If necessary, they can be sent back to get them at any time. They have nothing to do while staying in St. Laurent Cathedral, so it is better to leave early and start working.

So, under the guidance of the black-haired priest Delano, more than a dozen mages walked towards the church teleportation circle.

In the middle of the journey, they met a paladin who seemed to be walking in a hurry under the leadership of Ying and Rin.

"Good day, Mr. Lorenda."

The young priest stopped in his tracks, and respectfully saluted the blond paladin: "Is your interrogation going well?"

"Good day, young Draenor."

At the beginning, Lolanda's expression looked dull, as if anger was written all over it. It was not until Draenor greeted him that the paladin forced a smile, and then whispered: "It's not going well, they It has only been a few days since I was bewitched, I don’t know anything, I can’t ask anything, it’s just a pawn to confuse our judgment.”

After talking for a while, the two bid farewell to each other and left.

On the way to continue to the teleportation circle, Moore first noticed that the direction the paladin left was the corridor leading to the dungeon of St. Lauren Church, and then he recalled the identity of the other party belatedly——

——It seems that he is the most powerful paladin of the new generation of the Church of the Seven Gods, a genius who touched the edge of the ultimate realm before the age of thirty, and the godson of the current Pope, Lolanda!

How could he appear here?

Except for the old mage, other mages have also discovered this one after another. When the figure of the paladin disappeared around the corner, there were all kinds of whispered conversations in the team: "Wait, the one who walked past just now is not Loranda?!"

"Why is he here? This is the Northland, separated from the Holy Mountain of the Far Sea by an entire continent!"

"Yes, I was still wondering why the church didn't send its own new generation of representatives to the mission, but instead sent a senior nun from the Grandon Priory. I never expected that he would be in the Northland Moldavia!"

Having said that, everyone present paused for a moment, and many of them frowned, as if they were thinking.

"Could it be that the imperial family has some secret plan with the church recently?"

A certain mage guessed softly: "More than two weeks have passed since the early spring celebration, and the missions from various countries have left, leaving only the church missions still in the imperial capital, and they will visit His Majesty alone from time to time... And now, Lorraine Dartha appeared in the Northland again... We happened to be sent here to deal with the Chaos Plague."

This is really easy to make people imagine. Immediately, the expressions of everyone can't help but become serious. Perhaps their mission is not simply to deal with the plague, and maybe there is a deeper meaning.

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