Red Moon Returns

The old woman led the way towards the white tower, her steps slow and vain.

She is actually only about fifty years old, but her hair has already turned gray, her skin has deep grooves, and her movements are weak and weak. She looks older than the 80-year-old Ole Director of the Archaeological Association or the 70-year-old Archbishop of the Night Trinleth. It's not at all like the physique that a fifth-level soul-shifter should have.

But Lynch was not confused. During this period, he deliberately got to know the old man who personally treated his leg injury and knew the reason.

This recognized saint has personally gone to large-scale epidemic areas five times in the past thirty years to preside over treatment work. He has been infected with deadly plagues many times and relied on the special physique of the soul-shifters to resist them. On behalf of the Tribulation Church, he entered war zones seven times to rescue civilians on all sides. He once physically resisted artillery fire in order to save a few children. Although the gunpowder and cannonballs in this world were weak, they were not something that low-level soul-shifters with only third-level powers at the time could resist, so they left numerous hidden injuries.

Numerous injuries and illnesses have long hollowed out her soul. Everyone knows that this old woman may be the only soul shifter in the world who does not have to worry too much about mysterious corrosion and soul distortion, because her physical condition may not be able to If the soul cannot be sustained, it will be eroded, and the soul will have been exhausted.

This is the origin of the title saint. No matter what they think in their hearts, people have to be respectful to the old woman on the surface. She is the kind of person who wants to slap someone in the face. Everyone has to find a way to soften the face first so as not to hurt her. hand condition.

Although she is now semi-retired, she still keeps running for people who have nothing to do with her, consuming what little soul she has left.

Lynch naturally supported Nightingale's arm. He actually did not understand the old man's psychology and behavior, but this did not affect his respect for the old man. Especially the close contact, feeling the weakness and overdraft coming from the body, Lin Qi was inevitably moved. Whether to help or not may still need to be discussed, but at least he would seriously consider it.

"I briefly introduced it to you last time. This is a troublesome thing that is bound to happen."

"Due to the disintegration of the Ghoul King's clone, the authority it controls will temporarily lose control. Although it will eventually be re-condensed by its true body, the out-of-control power in the process will radiate to the entire world, causing great harm to the living beings in this world. Big impact. This process is impossible to avoid, so until you drive away the clone of the Ghoul King, I will have been in contact with you."

Lynch nodded. The old woman had briefly introduced these to him when she was treating him, which at least gave him some mental preparation.

"You don't need to care about its other powers. Only diseases are more troublesome. These diseases are not natural. They are caused by the interference of powers. They have mysterious power, so that they are not only reflected in the body, but also manifested in the body. Mentally, for example, after getting sick, you will fall into madness, just like those who are eroded by the mysterious. What's more troublesome is that because this is the interference of the divine authority, the medicine in this world cannot treat it at all. Once you get sick, you can only wait to die. ”

"Fortunately, the number of patients will not be too large. There will probably be tens of thousands in Rand, and there will be hundreds of thousands of patients at most in the world. After these patients have passed away, the intervention period of the powers has passed, and No one will get sick anymore.”

The hundreds of thousands of patients worldwide are indeed not too many. This number still made Lynch feel palpitations. Then he heard Nightingale say:

"Those patients have been subjected to mysterious interference and their conditions are very unstable. The most important thing is that they are all dangerous."

As she spoke, Ms. Nightingale suddenly stopped, and Lynch realized that he had followed her to the depths of the Temple of Misery.

This is a five-story tower. The white tone and pungent smell of potion gave Lynch the illusion of entering a hospital in his previous life. However, there is a steam lift platform at the door. The exposed gears and steam pipes make Lynch realize that he is still in the steam-filled Victorian era.

Directly opposite the entrance to the tower is the most important chapel of the church, where Fiona's icon is located. However, the two did not go there. Ms. Nightingale and Lynch stopped in front of a door.

Pressing her hand on the door, the old woman turned back and glanced at Lynch: "It doesn't look good, kid, be prepared mentally."

Is it there?

Lin Qi's heart tightened and he nodded seriously to the old woman.

Creak, the door opened.

The room didn't look like a hospital at all, but rather like a small cell. A row of thick iron bars divided the room into two halves, the inside and outside. In the cell inside the bars was an iron bed fixed to the ground, and a person was covered by several A belt was fixed to the bed, and two priests in white robes were beside the bed. They looked back at the two people who came in. They just nodded and continued to work with their heads down.

It's very much like an eighteenth-century mental hospital.

And when the two of them turned around, Lynch was startled. Both of them were wearing ugly beak masks. The metal masks reflected cold light under the gas lamp, making every move of the two men in white robes full of weirdness. The atmosphere is quite breathtaking.

"Bring it on." Nightingale handed over a beak mask and put one on herself, "It's been professionally cleaned, no problem."

I put the mask on my face and tied it up. A pungent smell of medicine came out from the pointed beak. Although it was quite unpleasant, I felt refreshed after taking a few breaths.

Following the old woman into the cell, Lynch finally saw the tied patient.

It was a little girl in her early ten years. She might have been lively and cute, but now she had turned into a ferocious monster.

The fingertips on both hands and feet had become horny and turned into sharp claws. The corners of the mouth were also split to both sides, revealing bloody teeth, with pieces of unknown origin still hanging on the teeth. His wide-open eyes were blood-red, revealing madness and bloodlust. What came out of his mouth were not words, but beast-like growls and crazy roars.

If you look closely, you can see that there are many wounds scattered on the little girl's body, some of which are even fatal. However, the little girl does not seem to be affected at all. The violent struggle makes the iron bed creak.

Even with Nightingale's reminder, the madness in the little girl still gave Lynch a chill in his heart. The crazy behavior of this little thing reminded Lynch of monsters in some classic horror movies.

"This child is the first patient discovered by the church. She was discovered the day before yesterday. We have basically determined the symptoms of the disease from her. Once the disease occurs, the spirit will go crazy, completely lose the mind, and will bite the surrounding creatures desperately. It is extremely violent. "

Hiss, it does look a bit like a zombie.

"Is it true that it won't infect others and develop into a plague?"

Lynch is well aware of the terror of zombies, and in Hong Yue's memories, the catastrophe at the end of the first era began with the plague, which left a deep impression on him at the time, so he was quite sensitive to things like the plague.

"Oh, don't worry, this disease is caused by divine power and is not as contagious as normal plague. I also explained to you that day that it is almost impossible to form a plague in this way, otherwise there would be no one in the world. Only Without the other two elements of replication and spread, the disease cannot form a plague. Those patients also suddenly fell ill, which is a normal phenomenon. "

When a professional confirmed it again, Lynch finally let go of his worries and asked: "How long will they last like this? Can they ever return to normal?"

"After about a month, they will die one after another. This process is uncontrollable. Death of all patients is the only result, and no one can save them."

Behind the mask, Lynch pursed his lips: "So what can I do?"

"You are the only exception." The old woman stopped changing the subject. "It was you who caused the Ghoul King's clone to be destroyed, so conceptually, you had a restraining effect on this disease."

Um? Are there antibodies in my serum?

Lynch, who had read countless films, immediately made the connection, but after his explanation, Ms. Nightingale shook her head.

"If it's a normal disease, maybe it can be solved like this, but this time the situation is much more dangerous." The old woman patted Lynch's arm and said seriously, "Child, listen up, because you are not familiar with this disease. Restraint has arisen, so I need to use your blood as a guide to completely fix the restraint effect in concept. In this way, as long as the medicines in the world are approved by you, they will have a restraint effect on this disease. "

"That's a good thing. Is there any problem?"

"The problem is that this process requires repeated confrontation between your soul and the power of the disease, and it can only be completed until the end."

Behind the mask, Lynch frowned and asked, "What if it fails midway?"

The old woman sighed and pointed to the patient tied to the bed.

"To be honest, we can't give you equal remuneration. Some potions, some money, and at most a few rare items are the limit of what we can pay. These are nothing compared to the risk of your life. "

Seeing that Lynch was deep in thought, Nightingale said frankly:

"Also, not that many people will be rescued in the end."

"Um?"

"It's a matter of time. We have to wait until the patient appears, that is, now, before we can officially start. Even if everything goes well and we complete the concept solidification, subsequent drug development will take a long time. Optimistic estimates say it will take at least more than half a month. In order to develop therapeutic drugs, even if they are distributed to patients as quickly as possible, only one-third or even less will be able to wait for the drugs. "

The old woman sighed deeply and said with a disappointed look:

"Only tens of thousands of people may be saved in the end, and most patients will still die. I think you need to know this result in advance."

"Then I have nothing to advise you, child. You have the right to choose. Everything is decided by yourself."

For a moment, the room was completely quiet, with only the patient's crazy roar echoing in the room.