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 a rotting corpse, but rather the smell of something that is decaying, being sealed, and then moldy and fermented for many years. The smell has accumulated for a long time. Even if there is only a trace left, it makes all the mages present. They frowned, some even retched, their faces extremely ugly.
To be honest, mage is not actually an easy and elegant profession. Everyone present often uses the organs of magical creatures in their daily magic experiments. The smell of rotting internal organs does not actually make these mage masters behave so badly. But this smell is different from ordinary rancid smell. It seems to go beyond the nose and directly stimulate people's brain and soul, making everyone present feel sincerely disgusted.
This is the flavor of chaos. It is incompatible with all ordered life and is inherently hostile to each other.
"Thanks to President Tonostradamus, all members of our third research team do not have to be involved in the whirlpool 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, he looked solemn and did not mean to joke at all: "But this does not mean that we can perfunctory at will. As you can see, this is who we are. Today’s mission—some unknown chaotic plague.”
"We have to resolve this issue as quickly as possible."
Having said this, the white-haired old mage couldn't help but straighten his back. He recalled the scene when he and Joshua went to the dungeon of St. Laurent Cathedral.
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. At the moment the door was opened, a wave of energy was enough to make people directly The strong stench of coma hit his face.
However, whether it is Joshua, Moore or Artanis, they have all experienced hundreds of battles and experienced the existence of mountains of corpses and seas of blood. This taste is nothing at all.
"Maybe it's because I didn't burn it clean last time. It seems that all those cultists have turned into a breeding ground for plague."
He raised his brows in displeasure. Joshua narrowed his eyes and glanced at the corner of the dungeon. He whispered: "It has completely become a lair of chaos."
"Afterwards, the dungeon needs a thorough purification. I want to clean this place completely."
Artanis also looked at the corner of the wall. Following the bishop's disgusted gaze, he could see a piece of black mold that was slowly spreading there, and this mold left speckled traces in every corner of the dungeon.
The old bishop finally resisted the urge to take action immediately and use magic to purify them. He whispered to himself: "I haven't taken any samples yet, so I'll keep you here for now."
During this period, Moore did not speak, but his expression became darker. Since they really did not want to stay in this place any longer, the three of them quickened their pace and headed towards the deepest part of the dungeon.
Along the way, the originally bright pyroxene lamp became dimmer. That was because black mold had covered the surface of the lamp. Although the magic circle could still operate, it was obviously a bit blocked because of the obstacles. slow.
Soon, everyone arrived at the deepest part of the dungeon, the oval-shaped cell hall.
"Roar!!"
"Hiss!!!"
A series of inhuman roars came from the dark cell. The sounds were shrill and noisy. They were completely beyond the capabilities of normal creatures. Hearing these sounds, Artanis couldn't help but sigh deeply. He simply and neatly After activating the magic circle, 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 others could clearly see that in the cells where the cultists were originally held, there were no more half-human creatures. Behind the double-layered sealing railings, there were twisted and weird creatures. , the monster with mutated features all over his body was screaming and being illuminated by the positive energy light.
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 either have swollen limbs, or their bodies are covered with masses of tumors that grow randomly. There are weird cracks on their bodies, and Rich black juice was constantly splashing along the crack, exuding a rotten and fermented stench.
"These are the source of the plague...the plague cultists from the far south. Their body tissues and black water are the carriers of the plague that I call black blood, and they can be used as samples."
As Joshua spoke to the old mage, he gathered a ball of blazing fighting energy like a small sun in the palm of his hand. The atmosphere was distorted by the extreme heat. He looked at the group of demons dancing behind the cell with an unhappy look on his face. He said calmly: "If we take samples early, we can destroy these disgusting things early. Chaos creatures are just piles of twists and turns, especially the men of the evil god of plague. It will be 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 had seen such twisted, nightmare-like monsters. Each of them was uglier than the demons in the abyss.
Right in front of the old mage, in the cell facing him, there was an irregular mass of flesh that was swollen and full of sarcomas. Those sarcomas had huge mouths with sharp teeth like eels, spitting out a foul-smelling thick liquid. Juice, the meat ball trembled and squirmed from time to time. Moore swore that he was really disgusted by this scene and felt like vomiting.
The sampling process is relatively simple, which is to store the body tissues of these monsters in sealed white crystal bottles, and use magic 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 quickly rushed back to the living room to explain the key points of this mission to other mages after confirming that he was not infected with the plague.
"This is a very scary thing. It is different from the influenza and other diseases you have studied in the past. You must be vigilant and there is absolutely no room for carelessness in experiments on it."
Seeing that there seemed to be a trace of contempt for the plague in the eyes of some of the mages present, Moore couldn't help but emphasize loudly, his tone was unprecedentedly serious: "If someone is accidentally infected with the plague, we have not yet developed a vaccine. Or the corresponding healing spell... Believe me, I swear on my name, I will never show any mercy and completely eliminate you."
When it comes to this, it is almost a threat, but the mages present are all smart people. Although some people believe that they are powerful and don't care much, they still increased their vigilance after Moore's direct warning.
After all, the mages in the third laboratory are basically Moore's students or juniors, and only a few can be regarded as collaborators. The old mage has a high prestige. Under his leadership, this group of mages quickly determined Precautions for the following itinerary and experiments.
Since there is no complete laboratory in the main city of Moldavia, they will set off immediately to Winterfort Academy in the Nissian Snow Mountain, where the nearby laboratory can conduct research on the Chaos Plague.
Of course, they will definitely go to the academy to work part-time as teachers at the Magic Academy for free, and contribute to the training of a new generation of spellcasters in Moldavia - you know, everyone present is at least a high-ranking silver wizard, and they are rich in knowledge. In terms of teaching skills alone, he is many times better than the wild mage. He can perfectly solve the problem of Winter Castle Academy's temporary shortage of teachers.
To be honest, if it weren't for Joshua's solution to the problem of the Box of Erebus and Nostradamus's instructions, the cost of each appearance of these magicians from the Royal Mage Association would be enough to make a small nobleman feel heartache. , let alone more than a dozen people taking turns being teachers together.
Since he had already greeted Joshua and others before leaving the dungeon, Moore was directly preparing to take people away. He had several samples of the plague in his hand, and St. Laurent Church would also keep an additional copy. If necessary, they can teleport back to get it at any time. They have nothing to do while staying at St. Laurent Cathedral, so they might as well set off early and start working.
So, under the guidance of the black-haired priest Delano, a dozen mages walked towards the church's teleportation array.
On the way, they met the Paladins who seemed to be in a hurry, led by Ying and Lin.
"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 dull, as if full of irritation. It wasn't until Delano greeted him that the Paladin forced a smile, and then whispered: "It didn't go well, they I have only been bewitched for less than a few days, I don’t know anything, I can’t ask anything, and I am just a pawn to confuse our judgment.”
After the two chatted for a while, they said goodbye to each other and left.
On the way to the teleportation array, Moore first noticed that the direction the Paladin left was the corridor leading to the dungeon of St. Laurent Church. Then, he belatedly recalled the identity of the other party -
—That seems to be the new generation of the strongest paladin of the Church of the Seven Gods, a genius who reached the edge of the ultimate realm before he was thirty years old, and the godson of the contemporary Pope, Loranda!
How come he is here
In addition to the old mage, other mages also discovered this one after another. When the figure of the paladin disappeared around the corner, various whispers appeared in the team: "Wait a minute, the person who just walked by was 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 thinking before, why the church didn't send its new generation of representatives to the mission, but instead sent a senior nun from the Glendon Monastery. I never expected that he was actually in the Northland of Moldavia!”
At this point, everyone present paused, and many people frowned, as if they were thinking.
"Could it be that the imperial family has some secret plans with the church recently?"
A mage guessed softly: "More than two weeks have passed since the early spring celebrations. All the envoys from various countries have left. Only the church envoys are still in the imperial capital, and they will visit His Majesty the Emperor alone from time to time... And now, Loranda He appeared in the Northland again... We were sent here just in time to deal with the Chaos Plague."
This is indeed very easy to imagine. Suddenly, everyone's expressions couldn't help but become serious. Their task may not be to simply deal with the plague, but may have a deeper meaning.
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