People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 321 Self Destruction
Looking at the three people who were at war, the woman showed no sign of resistance.

She still had a sweet smile like a girl next door on her face: "Kill me?"

"Unfortunately, you are one step too late, I am already dead."

"Anna, although you are not a wizard who specializes in the study of souls, you should be able to see this. The Great Library in Constantinople gave you the opportunity to stand on the shoulders of predecessors."

"But anger blinded Ni's eyes—for a wizard, being quick-tempered is not a good thing."

Lothar looked behind the woman subconsciously, and found that there was no shadow—is this a ghost?
Anna's tense momentum was like a deflated ball, and she pleaded weakly: "How can you tell me the location of the source of the plague? Don't you like to seek knowledge? I can open all the books in the Imperial Library for you."

"Ha ha--"

The woman couldn't help laughing and said: "In order to pursue the truth, I can even give up my own body, so why would I tell you the location of the source of the plague just because of your temptation?"

Anna said angrily, "Then what exactly do you want?"

"I'm here to meet you, but it's just out of the courtesy of wizards to their peers, and it's not that I have any plans for you."

"polite?"

Anna gritted her teeth angrily and made a creaking sound.

Lothar lowered his voice and said, "Don't you have a way to deal with souls?"

"Don't bother, you can't do anything to me."

The smile on the woman's face was still sweet and pleasant. Lothar felt like a hard fist when she saw it, and wanted to punch her face twice, making her mouth crooked and eyes squinted.

Anna's voice transmission suddenly sounded in Lothar's ear: "Do you have a way to deal with the soul body?"

Lothar said nothing.

The soul body is not invincible, he can use the power of Prajna for a short time to attack this woman's soul without any problem, but if he wants to find out where the "source of the plague" is, he may not be able to do so.

This has to be done by professionals.

On the way, along the way, he left a mark for them, and they cleaned up the rats on the road, and it is expected that Banruo and the others will arrive soon.

"Ma'am, you said that you are waiting for us here out of the courtesy of a wizard, but as a wizard, you appear in front of me in such a naked way, isn't it somewhat indecent?"

Lothar spoke with a smile on his face.

The woman took a deep look at Lothar: "You're right. It's really not polite to show your body in front of a young and handsome wizard like you. It's a pity that I have already abandoned my useless body, otherwise maybe we can still have a lifetime." Evening happiness—although pleasing the body is a low-level pleasure, it is still something that can make people feel happy.”

Lothar thought deeply and said: "It is indeed a pity."

The woman's milky white skin was gradually covered with a layer of purple cloth, and the gorgeous palace dress wrapped her body tightly.

"It's not bad. The little girl in the back, although the skin is no longer important as a wizard, at least you should take care of it a little bit. Your unkempt appearance is really unsightly."

Eve: "?"

She has clearly reduced her sense of existence as much as possible.

Lothar continued: "A friend of mine is also researching the plague. He called it the 'Umbrella Project', trying to create a host that can make dead bodies stand up again and become a plague. Whenever someone is caught by the host Wounded, bitten, it will be infected and transformed into a plague of walking corpses."

The woman frowned, and said with some disdain: "What kind of retro idea is this? Relying on walking corpses to spread the plague, how can it be more convenient than rats and the fleas on them?"

"I think so too, but in his plan, the walking corpse is actually just a product of failure. According to his vision, the plague can actually coexist with the human body and produce a benign mutation."

"In short, it is to enable ordinary people to use the power of the plague to possess extraordinary power."

Listening to Lothar's description, the woman showed a look of approval on her face: "That's right, just like the mice I bred."

"After being combined with the plague, their speed has become faster, their vitality has become more tenacious, and their minions have become sharper. Even the cats, the former natural enemies, are no longer their opponents."

"If the last survivors of humanity can coexist with this plague, they will also become stronger."

When mentioning her work, the woman couldn't help showing a smug expression on her face.

Lothar said disdainfully: "Oh, don't you think it's a benign mutation for humans to become monsters full of black pustules and fangs? Besides, the plague rats you bred generally don't live long, right? ? This is a manifestation of the fact that the plague cannot achieve a balance with the host body, and it won’t be long before they will perish on their own even if no one takes care of them.”

Lothar raised his head and looked at the woman with contempt in his eyes: "With all due respect, your work is far from what my friend imagined."

"But your friend's idea is always just an idea, and I turned it into reality!"

There was a trace of sullenness on the woman's face, and she retorted: "Besides, how dare you judge that my group of rats won't live long? I've done experiments before!"

"What you said makes sense."

Lothar changed the topic: "So I suggest you two have a good chat. You see, you are both geniuses in plague science. Stop your imperfect plan first. Maybe the two of you can cooperate to create a kind of epidemic. The perfect plague.

At that time, you will create a brand-new plague school of wizards, and in the future, countless apprentices will regard you as spiritual mentors. "

The woman was silent for a moment, then shook her head indifferently: "I don't care about that."

"But you should always care about your research. You know, my friend's research on epidemiology is really outstanding, and in his plan, there was no idea of ​​using magic power from the beginning to the end.

You have to know that with the plague containing magic power, even if the balance with the host body is really achieved, what will be born is nothing more than a monster like a werewolf or a vampire. That's not evolution at all, it can only be called "alienation" at best '. "

Lothar's tone was extremely sincere.

The woman's expression suddenly changed slightly: "You are delaying time, right?"

"The person you're waiting for arrives, but I don't think it makes any sense."

"Even if you find a way to attack the soul body, I will not tell you where the source of the plague is."

Her expression was calm: "Although I want to see the final direction of this plague with my own eyes, it's okay if I can't see it. It's just a pity."

"Isn't the source of the plague under this lake?"

A confident smile appeared on Lothar's face. He was just cheating casually, but the woman's face did not change at all.

He just mocked: "Heh, you, like your friends, like to make that kind of unrealistic imagination."

"Whether it is imagined or not, we will know soon."

"Prajna, imprison her!"

As Lothar's voice fell, a huge door to hell stood in the stone room.

On the door, faces are ups and downs.

Lothar even saw a few familiar faces, including Seleucus I, the dragon-born monarch who founded the Seleucid Dynasty.

That was also a talented and generous king, but unfortunately after his death, in order to survive, he was reduced to an evil spirit, and now he was imprisoned by the gate of hell and became its source of power.

In response to the sentence of Prajna, no matter how talented the monarch is, he will become faint in the face of death.

The gate of hell fell, and the woman's expression changed drastically.

"It's the breath of Cerberus..."

The woman whispered, realizing that she could not escape, her expression became calm instead.

"I will not go to hell, and you will not know where the source of the plague is. Everything will continue to move forward according to my plan."

Anna exclaimed: "She wants to destroy her soul, stop her!"

But how could this be stopped?

The woman's body quickly became transparent, and countless translucent debris floated into the sky one after another.

"Wizard, I am actually looking forward to your friend's research. If you told me this earlier, maybe I would really be tempted to participate in it——wish him success for me."

A smile appeared on the woman's face, and immediately, even her cheeks were shattered into powder, and disappeared into the air.

On the door of hell, the ferocious grimace roared angrily. Such a pure and sweet soul chose to self-destruct, but it was powerless to stop it. This is more uncomfortable than killing it!
Prajna frowned and watched the woman's soul dissipate.

The soul of an ordinary person has no ability to self-destruct, but the powerful soul of a wizard is not included. She wants to self-destruct, and even Prajna can't stop it.

The atmosphere was heavy.

It seems that a terrible disaster sweeping the whole world is already unavoidable.

"Banruo, can you find her memory from the debris of her soul?"

Lothar spoke suddenly.

In the world of yesterday's giant ship, Prajna is the leader of the ghost clan, specializing in arresting rioting ghosts and evil spirits. No one understands the mysteries of the soul better than their clan.

"No, it's too broken."

Prajna shook his head.

Lothar took the next best thing, and said: "How about following the breath of her soul fragments and finding her body?"

"I can try."

Banruo spread her hand, and some debris fell on her palm, and soon, it melted like snowflakes—but even though it melted, the breath of the woman's soul remained.

She closed her eyes and pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "Over there, Celinina, open the passage for me."

She pointed to the distance, between the cracks in the rocks.

Celinina responded, stepped forward and "shua shua" two swords, and then cut off the raised rocks, revealing a small road behind, which was not very spacious, and could not even be seen as a road at all.

"What did you find?"

Anna leaned next to Lothar, and asked with some concern about gains and losses.

Flynn also leaned over with a face full of curiosity. She still hasn't figured out what happened.

In fact, she didn't care about the plague, and it couldn't infect a "noble" blood princess like her.

Losa shook her head and said, "I didn't find anything. I just think that she couldn't give up her body because she had enough life, right? With her 'Frankenstein' personality, she might have used her own body as a research material. "

"So, there is a high probability that her body is the source of the plague?"

Anna's eyes lit up.

Lothar sighed softly: "I'm just guessing, it's better than returning to Constantinople with a sullen face and waiting for the disaster to erupt."

Anna said confidently: "No, your guess is correct. She wants to control the plague rat swarm through magic. There is nothing more suitable as a container for the 'source of plague' than her own body."

(End of this chapter)