Soul of Burning Steel

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Chapter 32 This is a coincidence.

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

The smell is not so much the stench of rotting corpses, but rather the smell of something decayed and sealed, then moldy and fermented for many years, silting up for a long time, even if there is only a trace left, it will make all the masters present. They frowned, and some even retched, and their faces were very ugly.

To be honest, the mage is not an easy and elegant profession. Everyone present in the magic experiment usually uses the organs of magical creatures. The smell of rotting internal organs does not make these masters of the mage behave so unbearably. But this smell is not the same as ordinary rancidity. It seems to have gone over the nose, directly irritating people's brains and souls, and making everyone present feel sick from their hearts.

This is the smell of chaos, which is incompatible with all life in order, and is inherently hostile to each other by nature.

"For the blessing of President Tono Chathamas, all members of our third research group do not 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 face of the mage present was getting worse and worse, Moore took back the bottle in his hand. When he spoke, his face was solemn and he didn't mean to joke at all: "But this doesn't mean we can do it at will. As you see, this is us. The mission today is an unknown chaotic plague."

"We must solve this problem as soon as possible."

Having said this, the white-haired old mage couldn't help straightening his waist. He recalled the scene when he went to the dungeon of St. Laurent Cathedral with Joshua before.

Under the leadership of Bishop Atanis, the host of the church here, the three of them passed through a lot of magical blockades and opened the sealed dungeon gate. The moment the gate was opened, there was a strong enough to make people feel straightforward. The strong stench of the coma hit his face.

However, whether it is Joshua, Moore or Atanis, they have all experienced the existence of a sea of ​​blood and a mountain of corpses. This taste is nothing at all.

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

Raising his brows a little uncomfortably, Qiao Xiuya squinted his eyes and swept his gaze across the corner of the dungeon. He whispered, "It has become a lair of chaos."

"After that, the dungeon needs a thorough purification. I want to thoroughly cleanse here."

Atanis also looked at the corner of the wall. Following the disgusting vision of the bishop, he could see a piece of black mold that was slowly spreading there, and this mold had left spots on every corner of the dungeon.

The old bishop finally held back his impulse and used magical magic to purify them. He whispered to himself: "I haven't sampled it yet, I will keep you for now."

During this period, Moore didn't speak, he just had a darker face. Since he really didn't want to stay in such a place, the three accelerated their pace and headed towards the deepest part of the dungeon.

Along the way, the pyroxene lamp, which had always been bright, became dimmed. It was because the black mold had covered the surface of the lamp. Although the magic circle could still operate, it was obviously a little bit obstructed. slow.

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

"Roar!!"

"Sizzle!!!"

An inhuman roar came from the dark cell. The sound was harsh and noisy. It was not what a normal creature could make. Upon hearing these sounds, Atanis could not help but sigh deeply. He was simply and neatly sighed. The magic circle was activated, and for an instant, the light of positive energy that seemed a little dim compared to the beginning illuminates the entire hall.

And because of this light, Joshua and the others clearly saw that in the cell where the cultists were originally held, there were no more even half-human creatures. Behind the double-layered sealing railings, each one was twisted and weird. , The monster with mutated characteristics all over his body was screaming and being irradiated by positive energy rays.

They have different shapes, and the only thing they have in common is that they don’t look like humans at all. These weird monsters have swollen limbs or are full of random growths of sarcoma. There are weird cracks in their bodies. The rich black juice was splashing continuously along the crack, exuding the stench of rotten fermentation.

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

Qiao Xiuya was talking to the old mage, while condensing a group of fiery vindictiveness like a small sun in his palm, the atmosphere was distorted by the extremely high heat steaming, he looked at the group of demons dancing behind the cell with an unpleasant look. Indifferently said: "Sampling earlier can destroy these disgusting things sooner. Chaos creatures are twisted piles. This is especially true for the followers of the Plague God. They stay in this world for half a second and it is unbearable."

"natural."

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

Right in front of the old mage, in the cell directly opposite, there was a swollen body full of irregular fleshy masses full of sarcomas, and those sarcomas all had eel-like sharp-toothed beaks, spitting out a foul smell. Juice, this mass of meat still trembles from time to time, squirming, Moore swears that he is really disgusted by this scene so that he feels a little nauseous.

The sampling process is relatively simple, that is, save the body tissues of these monsters in a sealed white crystal bottle, and use spells to ensure their activity. After sampling and saving each chaotic creature, Joshua and Atanis stay in the dungeon. Purifying them one by one, Moore, after confirming that he was not infected with the plague, quickly rushed back to the living room to explain the main points of this mission to other wizards.

"This is a very scary thing. It is not the same as the flu and other diseases that you have studied in the past. You must be vigilant, and you must not tolerate the slightest care about its experiments."

Seeing that there seemed to be a trace of contempt for the plague in the eyes of some of the wizards present, Moore couldn’t help but emphasized 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 spell... Believe me, I swear by name that I will never leave you the slightest bit of affection to wipe you out."

Speaking of this, it was almost a threat, but the wizards present were all smart people. Although some of them were powerful and didn't care very much, they still increased 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 part of them can be regarded as collaborators. The prestige of the old mages is very high. Under his leadership, this group of mages was quickly determined. The following itinerary and precautions in the experiment.

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

Of course, they will definitely go to the academy to take a part-time job as a teacher in the spell academy for free, and contribute to the training of a new generation of moldavian spellcasters. You must know that everyone present is at least a high-level silver wizard with rich knowledge. In terms of teaching skills, it is not known how many times stronger than the wild mage, it can perfectly solve the problem of the temporary shortage of teachers in Winterhold Academy.

To be honest, if it weren’t for Joshua’s solution to the problem of the box of Erebos, plus Nostradamus’s orders, the cost of each appearance of the mages of the Royal Mage Association would be enough to make a little nobleman feel painful. , Let alone a dozen people take turns to be teachers together.

Since he had greeted Joshua and others before leaving the dungeon, Moore prepared to take people away. He had several plague samples in his hand, and St. Laurent’s Church would also keep an extra copy. If needed, they can be sent back to get them at any time. They have nothing to do if they stay in St. Laurent's Cathedral. It is better to leave early and start working.

So, under the guidance of the black-haired priest Delano, a dozen wizards walked towards the church teleportation formation.

And in the middle of the journey, they met a Paladin who seemed a little hurried under the leadership of Ying and Rin.

"Good day, Mr. Loranda."

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

"Good day, little Delano."

At first, Loranda's expression looked very dull, as if it was full of irritation. It was not until Draenor greeted him that the Paladin managed to squeeze a smile, and then whispered: "It's not going well, they I have just been bewitched for less than a few days. I don’t know anything, I can’t ask anything. It’s a **** that confuses our judgment."

After a few conversations, the two said goodbye to each other and left.

On the way to the Teleportation Array, Moore first noticed that the direction the Paladin had left was the corridor leading to the dungeon of St. Laurent’s Church, and then he remembered the identity of the other party late.

That seems to be the strongest paladin of the new generation of the Church of the Seven Gods, a genius who touched the edge of the extreme realm before the age of thirty, the godson of the contemporary pope, Loranda!

How could he appear here?

In addition to the old mage, other mages have also discovered this one after another. When the paladin's figure disappeared around the corner, all kinds of whispered conversations appeared in the team: "Wait, the one who just walked past was not Loranda?!"

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

"Yes~www.novelmtl.com~ I was still thinking before, how could the church not send a new generation of representatives to the envoy, but instead sent a great nun from the Glendon Order. , He was in Moldavia in the Northland!"

Having said this, everyone present paused, and many people frowned, as if they were thinking.

"Could it be that the imperial royal family has any secret plans with the church recently?"

A certain mage whispered: "More than two weeks have passed since the beginning of the Spring Festival. The envoys of the various countries have left, and the church envoys are still in the imperial capital, and will visit the emperor alone from time to time... And now, Lorraine Datta appeared in the Northland again...We were also sent over to deal with the Chaos Plague."

This is indeed very easy to make people think about it. Suddenly, everyone's expressions can't help but become serious. Their task may not be simply to deal with the plague, maybe there is a deeper meaning.

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