Joshua, who was curious, is now watching Robzek's dream.
This is a desolate and rotten land.
Thick yellow-green fog filled the gloomy mid-air, and the ground was like a swamp, full of dark green mud. Around the mud, there were many withered and corroded tree remains, and countless twisted and terrifying chaotic creatures. Wandering around in such an environment.
This is the land of plague. These are the descendants of the evil god of plague. They have different shapes, but none of them has the form of a normal creature. Even the most normal chaos creature is like a ball of flesh made up of countless internal organs and cysts. , their bodies are covered with waving tentacles and joints, swaying thick putrid liquid.
And there was a team that kept killing these disgusting and disgusting monsters in such an environment.
The holy light flashed, and the giant hammer that streaked through the atmosphere like a meteor blasted a chaotic monster into a ball of flesh, and then burned it into a ball of floating black smoke. Under the leadership of the leader, this A powerful team composed of young Paladins is sweeping away all the surrounding Chaos monsters with thunderous force.
And Joshua was not surprised to find that the leader was obviously the young Robzek.
At this time, Robzek was still a little confused. Although he was still killing the chaos monsters neatly, it could be seen that this powerful paladin was a little absent-minded. He might be wondering why he came to the Plague Land. I am also wondering why my strength has returned to the gold level.
But the top priority was not to think about these things, but to kill all the evil. Robzek put the fighting skills he had honed over the years to perfect use. He wielded his giant hammer and easily killed several powerful chaos monsters. Holy Light The juices splashed by these monsters were burned away without any dripping on the body.
The battle is about to end. This is a perfect crusade. No knight is injured and all the monsters are killed.
But without further investigation, it seemed that a certain young paladin did not purify the monster's juice in time because the holy light was not strong enough, and his body came into contact with the liquid.
The thick juices on most monsters are actually harmless and are just ordinary body fluids. At most, the stench is just disgusting, but this time the thick juice is different. It contains extremely evil power of chaos. In just a few minutes, the young paladin who won the lottery showed signs of disease all over his body. , translucent tumors bulged on his body surface, with thick reddish-brown mucus flowing in them, making a rumbling sound.
This paladin, who was only in his twenties at most, endured the pain with extraordinary willpower, and then tried his best to use holy light and magic to stabilize the spread of the diseased parts of his body. Then, he used His voice became hoarse due to intense pain, and he prayed to his companions around him: "...Save me, Captain Robzek, I don't want to die yet, my mother is still waiting for me..."
—It’s hopeless.
With just one glance, Joshua could tell that the paladin in front of him had been infiltrated by the power of Chaos. If they were not in the Plague Land, it would be fine, and there was still a possibility of suppressing the disease, but they were at the home ground of the Power of Chaos. , the evil disease has a steady stream of power to support it, which can basically sentence this young man to death.
Robzek can also see this, and he also knows an even more terrifying thing - if this paladin's body is not 'completely purified' quickly, then it is very likely that other paladins will also be infected due to contact. Infected, the young man's body will mutate into the next chaos monster.
The power of Chaos was so weird that it was difficult for them to guard against it, and in order to take the corrupted Paladin out, they would definitely have to come into contact with the other party's body. This risk was too great.
"Give it a try! Ollie can still be saved!"
"Yes, we are not far from the stronghold. As long as we teleport back to the Great Temple quickly, Ollie will definitely be able to recover!"
The other paladins around were begging Robzek to show mercy. They felt that they could stabilize their friend's condition. In this way, after returning to the Grand Temple, the church's senior officials could completely cure the disease, although they would have to pay for their stay. A bit of a disease, but at least this knight didn't need to be burned to death by the holy light.
But the silver-haired paladin didn't hesitate at all.
"A pleasure."
Said softly, ignoring the requests of all the young knights, Robzek broke the neck of the young paladin named Ollie in a crisp and clear manner amid the shocked expression.
"This is the only thing I can do for you, and this is all I can do."
Lighting a blazing holy fire in his hand, the Paladin recalled everything and said to himself softly and somewhat sentimentally: "I'm sorry, little Ollie, your mother will indeed be very sad."
"So, I can't make the other sixteen mothers sad."
Although he was apologizing, there was no apology in Robzek's tone. His hand that burned the young paladin to ashes did not even tremble at all. The paladin's expression and will were extremely firm: "I have already experienced despair once. However, due to temporary tolerance, soft-heartedness, carelessness and luck, none of the seventeen young paladins present returned to the temple alive. And just because of good luck, I teleported back to the Grand Temple when I was about to die and got received the Pope’s treatment.”
"This is the most regretful mistake. I have remembered it for twenty-five years. I tossed and turned about it every night and couldn't sleep for a long time."
The companions around him died one by one due to the Chaos Plague. In despair and pain, he had to lead the remaining people to constantly deal with the Chaos monsters attacking around him. However, even after countless hard battles, he was still the only one in the end. People are extremely lucky to survive.
This kind of thing, once in a lifetime is enough.
"So, rest in peace, at least this time, your companions will not die."
He said this without any emotion, but the young paladins around him did not feel that they had been saved. One by one, they raised their swords angrily and pointed them at Robzek, their eyes full of uncontrollable anger. of anger.
"It is indeed a dream. A true Paladin should face the pain of sacrifice. The departure of his companions is certainly sad, but this is not an excuse to vent his anger wantonly, let alone aim his weapons at his companions."
Looking around at these young knights, Robzek shook his head lightly and said, feeling the hatred and anger in those eyes, his tone did not waver at all, even with a hint of regret: "You should have been the ones to free your companions. But now I'm doing it for you... Although it's just a dream, let me teach you now what it means to respect your elders."
"First of all, first of all, don't take the initiative to raise your sword against your elders."
-well done.
Seeing this, Joshua nodded. It is indeed very possible that Robzek can pass this trial on his own initiative without the help of others. However, those young paladins are obviously tests shaped by the mist of God. They The power is definitely different from that of a real Paladin. If Robzek is not careful, it is very likely that the ship will capsize again.
"That's about it. I've figured out the characteristics of this divine mist."
Next, even if he accidentally fell into a dream, Joshua was confident that he could clear the level quickly. He turned his head and looked in the direction shrouded in black mist on the other side: "The next step is to go to the Mage Association and deal with the evil spirit. The Box of Ribos.”
After making a decision, the next step was to take action. The warrior's eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the surrounding black fog, and he quickly found the range. Then, he walked towards the gate of the Royal Mage Association.
Along the way, the black mist gradually billowed, and it was no longer as calm as before. Joshua's behavior of throwing Moore and Robzek out clearly angered the divine mist, but after all, the two did not escape from the dream, and the warrior divinity, so it did not take the initiative to attack.
The entire body of the Mage Association is made of special magic clay and cement, so it is not afraid of the corrosiveness of the black mist. There is not even the slightest trace of erosion on the entire building. After entering the Mage Association, Joshua discovered that the concentration of the black mist has increased. One level higher, a dull pressure came. He was keenly aware that the black mist was a little closer to him. The diameter of the transparent cover on the soldier's side used to be about five meters, but now it is only four and a half meters.
"The closer I get to the body imprinted by the gods, the higher the concentration of the mist will be, and the repulsion of my divinity will be offset."
This is something that is easy to understand. Joshua will not stop because of this kind of thing. He quickly crosses the path that Brandon and Nostradamus took him and told him before. The halls and corridors shrouded in black mist lead to the spiral staircase leading to the underground laboratory.
Along the way, black mist surged, and in the eerie silence, only the footsteps of soldiers echoed in the empty corridor. Joshua listened carefully, but did not hear the breathing of the surrounding creatures, and there were no other fires of life in his field of vision. Signs of burning.
It seems that almost everyone in the Mage Association ran out, except for the group of people in the No. 2 Underground Laboratory who were closest to the Box of Erebus.
There was nothing to say during this journey. Because of the protection of spells, all important things in the Royal Mage Association were not corroded by the black mist. Only some scattered documents and soldiers turned into powder and mud. After a while, , Joshua arrived at the door of the Royal Mage Association’s Second Underground Laboratory.
At this time, the shield around the warrior was less than half a meter, and the thick black mist was like liquid ink, surging like a tide. If Joshua hadn't been able to judge the range and surrounding environment through his mind's eye, he wouldn't have been able to see it at all. It is naturally impossible to find the target even if the direction is clear.
"It looks like this is it."
Said to himself, through the judgment of his mind's eye, the soldier walked in directly.
Within the gate, there are seven weak flames of life that are flickering. They are obviously the seven mages who are studying the Box of Erebus. Their flames of life are so weak that they seem to die at any time, just by a little flicker. The runes kept them alive, and Joshua could vaguely detect them. Except for one old mage, the other mage's expressions were in agony, as if they were being tortured in a dream. The possibility of passing the test was very low, and that old mage should be the Hasselblad in Nostradamus's mouth. He saw that It seems that he is similar to Robzek and has found a way to solve the dream trial.
In the center of the entire research room, there is a huge shield made of white crystal. There is a tiny crack in the shield. It is from this small crack that the endless black mist is erupting like an undersea volcano. Spewing out like crazy.
There is no doubt that the center of the shield is the source of this incident, the location of the Box of Erebus, but Joshua is too lazy to care about him now. The purpose of the warrior entering the black mist is to save people first, at least to ensure that these mages do not die. in corrosive mist.
He can solve the matter in the Mist of Divine Calamity at any time, but he doesn’t know how long it will take. And if any of the seven mages dies while he is solving the matter, it will be a problem, so Joshua heads towards these seven mages. I walked over, preparing to take them away first and throw them out of the fog.
But just when he was halfway there, the warrior stopped.
He turned his head and looked in the direction of the white crystal cover. Joshua narrowed his eyes and whispered: "How can such a weak divinity be able to condense consciousness?"
"As expected of...the God of Luck, he can still have such good luck even though he has fallen."
And just when the soldier was talking to himself.
A huge and muscular black figure with two heads appeared vaguely in the white crystal cover.
I’ve made up for the missed updates... I’ll update every day with 4,000 words. I probably wrote 6,000 words today. If I’m in good condition, there might be another update later...
(End of chapter)