When Moore took out the bottle, a faint strange smell spread through the living room. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

This smell was not so much the stench of rotting corpses, but rather the fishy smell of something being sealed in decay, and then moldy and fermented for many years, and accumulated for a long time, even if there was only a trace left, which made all the mages present frown, and some even retched, their faces were extremely ugly.

To be honest, mages are actually not a relaxed and elegant profession, everyone present often uses the organs of magical creatures to conduct spell experiments on weekdays, and the smell of rotting internal organs is actually not enough to make this group of mages perform so badly, but this smell is not the same as ordinary rancidity, it seems to pass through the nose, directly stimulating people's brains and souls, making everyone present feel disgusted from the bottom of their hearts.

This is the taste of chaos, which is incompatible with the life of all order, and is inherently hostile to each other.

"Thanks to President Tono Trudamus, all of us in the Third Research Group do not have to get involved in the whirlpool of the Imperial Capital, and can continue our research in the Northland with peace of mind."

As the mage's face became worse and worse, Moore withdrew the bottle in his hand, and when he spoke, his face was solemn, without the slightest hint of joking: "But that doesn't mean that we can be perfunctory, as you can see, this is our task now - some unknown plague of chaos. ”

"We have to get rid of this as soon as possible."

At this, the white-haired old mage couldn't help but straighten his back, and he recalled the scene when he went to the dungeon of St. Lauren's Cathedral with Joshua before.

Under the leadership of the presiding officer of the church, Bishop Atanis, the three of them passed through the magic blockade and opened the door of the dungeon, which was tightly sealed, and the moment the door was opened, a strong fishy stench that was enough to make people directly unconscious came to their faces.

However, whether it is Joshua, Moore or Atanis, they are all experienced in a hundred battles and have experienced the existence of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, which is nothing at all.

"Probably because I didn't burn it last time, it seems that those cultists have all turned into a breeding ground for the plague."

Raising his brows a little unpleasantly, Joshua narrowed his eyes, his gaze swept over the corner of the dungeon, and he said softly, "It has completely become a nest of chaos." ”

"After that, the dungeon needs a complete cleansing, and I'm going to clean it completely."

Atanis looked into the corner of the wall as well, and following the Bishop's disgusted gaze, he could see a slowly spreading black mold that left speckled marks in every corner of the dungeon.

The old bishop finally resisted the urge to take action immediately and use magic to purify them, and he whispered to himself, "I haven't sampled yet, so I'll keep you for now." ”

During this time, Moore did not speak, but his face became a little darker, and since he really did not want to stay in such a place for long, the three of them quickened their pace and headed towards the deepest part of the dungeon.

Along the way, the pyroxene lamp, which had been bright, became dim, because the black mold had covered the surface of the lamp, and although the magic circle could still work, it was obviously a little slow because of the obstacles.

Soon, the group came to the deepest part of the dungeon, the oval-shaped hall of the cell.

"Roar!!"

"Shhh!!h

An inhuman roar came from the dark cell, this sound was terrible and noisy, completely not something that normal creatures can emit, hearing these sounds, Atanis couldn't help but sigh deeply, he simply activated the magic circle, and in an instant, the positive energy light that seemed a little dim compared to the beginning illuminated the entire hall.

And because of this light, Joshua and the others clearly saw that in the prison cells where the cultists were originally held, there were no more creatures with even half human appearances, and behind the double-layer sealing railings, monsters with twisted and strange characteristics all over their bodies were screaming and suffering from the light of positive energy.

They have different shapes, the only thing they have in common is that they don't look like people at all, these strange monsters are either swollen limbs, or covered in clumps of indiscriminate sarcomas, and their bodies have strange cracks, and the rich black juice is constantly splashing along the cracks, emitting the smell of rotting and fermenting.

"These are the sources of the plague...... The plague cultists from the Far South, their body tissues and black water are the plague vectors I call melenaemia, which can be used as samples. ”

Joshua said to the old mage, while condensing a fiery fighting qi like a small sun in the palm of his hand, the atmosphere was distorted by the extremely high heat, he looked at the demons behind the cell dancing with an unhappy face, and said lightly: "The sooner you take samples, the sooner you can destroy these disgusting things, chaotic creatures are twisted piles, especially the subordinates of the plague god, they stay in this world for half a second is unbearable." ”

"Nature."

Moore didn't say much, and to be honest, it was the first time he had seen such twisted, nightmarish monsters, each of them uglier than the demons of the abyss.

Right in front of the old mage, in the cell opposite, there was an irregular mass of flesh full of swelling and sarcomas, all of which had huge eel-like mouths on them, spitting foul-smelling juice, and the lumps of flesh trembled and squirmed from time to time, and Moore swore that he was really disgusted by the scene and wanted to vomit.

The process of sampling is relatively simple, that is, the body tissues of these monsters are kept in a sealed white crystal bottle, and the use of spells to ensure their activity, after sampling and preserving each chaotic creature, Joshua and Atanis stay in the dungeon to purify them one by one, and Moore quickly rushed back to the waiting room after confirming that he was not infected with the plague, and explained the main points of the mission to the other mages.

"It's a terrible thing, it's not the same as the flu and other diseases you've studied in the past, and you have to be vigilant and don't let it go too far."

Seeing that there seemed to be a hint of contempt for the plague in the eyes of some of the mages present, Moore couldn't help but emphasize loudly, his tone was more serious than ever: "If someone accidentally catches the plague, and then we haven't developed a vaccine or a corresponding healing spell yet...... Believe me, I swear by my name, I will not spare the slightest mercy to wipe you out. ”

When it comes to this, it is almost a threat, but the mages present are all smart people, although some of them are strong and don't care very much, but under Moore's direct admonition, they still raised their vigilance.

After all, the mages in the third research room are basically Moore's students, or juniors, and only a few can be regarded as collaborators, and the prestige of the old mage is very high, under his leadership, this group of mages quickly determined the next itinerary and precautions in the experiment.

Since there are no full-fledged laboratories in the main city of Moldavia, they will set off at once and head to the Winter Castle Academy in the Nissière Snowy Mountains, where the nearby laboratories can conduct research on the Chaos Plague.

Of course, they will definitely go to the academy to work part-time as a teacher of the magic academy for free, and contribute to the cultivation of a new generation of spellcasters in Moldavia - you know, everyone present is at least a silver high-level senior mage, and they are rich in knowledge, and in terms of teaching skills alone, they are many times stronger than the wild mage, which can perfectly solve the problem of the temporary shortage of teachers in the Wintercastle Academy.

Seriously, if it weren't for Joshua's solution to the problem of the Erebos Box, and Nostradamus's instructions, the cost of each appearance of these mages of the Royal Mage Guild would be enough to make a small nobleman feel pain, let alone a dozen people who would take turns to be teachers.

Since he had already greeted Joshua and the others before leaving the dungeon, Moore was directly preparing to take people away, he had several samples of the plague in his hands, and the St. Lauren's Church would keep an extra one, and if necessary, they could also teleport back at any time to get it, and they had nothing to do while staying in the St. Lauren's Cathedral, so it was better to leave early and start working.

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

And in the middle of the way, they meet the paladin, who seems to be in a hurry under the leadership of Ying and Rin.

"Good day, Mr. Loranda."

The young priest stopped and respectfully saluted the blonde paladin, "Is your interrogation going well?" ”

"Good day, little Delaenau."

At first, Loranda's expression looked very dull, as if it was full of annoyance, until Draenor greeted him, the paladin barely squeezed out a smile, and then whispered: "It's not going well, they have only been bewitched for less than a few days, they don't know anything, they can't ask anything, they are completely just pawns to confuse our judgment." ”

After a few words of conversation, the two said goodbye to each other and left.

On the way to the teleportation array, Moore first noticed that the direction in which the paladin left was the corridor leading to the dungeon of the Church of St. Lauren, and then he was slow to recall the identity of the other party.

- It seems that he is the strongest paladin of the new generation of the Church of the Seven Gods, a genius who has touched the edge of the realm of extreme consciousness before the age of thirty, and the godson of the contemporary pope, Lolanda!

How did he end up here?

In addition to the old mage, other mages also discovered this one after another, and when the paladin's figure disappeared around the corner, there were all kinds of whispered conversations in the team: "Wait, wasn't it Lolanda who walked over just now?!" ”

"How could he be here, this is the Northland, separated from the Sacred Mountain of the Far Sea by an entire continent!"

"Yes, I was still thinking about how the church didn't send its own new generation of representatives to the legation, but instead sent a grand nun of the Granddon Abbey, I never expected that he was actually in Moldavia in the Northland!"

Speaking of this, everyone present paused, and many of them frowned, as if they were thinking.

"Could it be that the Imperial Family has some secret plans with the Church lately?"

A certain mage whispered: "More than two weeks have passed since the early spring celebration, and the envoys of various countries have left, leaving the church envoys still in the imperial capital, and from time to time they will visit His Majesty the Emperor alone...... And now, Lolanda is back in the Northlands...... We also happened to be sent over to deal with the Chaos Plague. ”

It was indeed easy to make people think about it, and suddenly, everyone's expressions couldn't help but become serious, maybe their task was not simply to deal with the plague, maybe there was a deeper meaning.