Punk used "microscopic exploration" to carefully observe the gray silk threads on the bones of the experimental subject.

Under the illumination of "light dance", the original face of gray silk was clearly seen by Punk, and his brows were slightly clustered.

"This is…………"

From a microscopic perspective, Punk saw countless strange gray cells next to each other, connected to each other to form the "gray silk" from a macroscopic perspective!

These cells are smaller than ordinary cells. They have a semi-energized body, which is enough to make the immune system of ordinary people that does not contain supernatural energy almost useless.

Gray cells do not exchange matter through the cell membrane like ordinary cells. Their "head" has a big mouth, and the big mouth is covered with viral energy-sized teeth, looking as hideous and terrifying as small ancient giant beasts.

The feeding of these "cells" is not about absorption, but about hunting!

Through formal-level mental power perception, Punk can clearly perceive the strength of those microscopic teeth. It is easy to directly swallow bones with the power contained in the semi-energized body of "gray silk cells".

The most terrifying thing is that after the "gray silk cells" devour bones and divide them, they will fill the holes in the bones and connect their vitality with infected organisms.

This ability makes many magical techniques unable to eliminate this disease. After all, in the eyes of some low-level magical techniques, these cells are already part of the human body.

"It's really a difficult disease, and I don't know how that Tissar was made."

Punk threw away half of the bones in his hand. He couldn't help but guess that Tissar must have been a very wise spider before being contaminated by faith. This disease cannot be controlled casually.

Punk also had a lot of clues about the way this disease spreads. Recalling the large number of flowers in the forest, the emerging cheap perfume chamber suddenly rose, and broke the monopoly of the Docdo family with lightning speed and almost accepted most of the perfume market.

It is obvious that the initial transmission medium of this disease was cheap perfume, which is often used by ordinary people and has become an accomplice of the epidemic.

After studying this disease, the next step was to experiment with the treatment of this disease. At this time, Punk thought of the two jars he searched for from the high priest in the spider cave.

Judging from the alchemy equipment left by the high priest, his work in the depths of the cave is probably to configure certain potions. The liquid in these two jars must be very important. From Punk speculates that at least 80% of the potions are probably the potions configured by the high priest, and no matter how bad it is, it is an important raw material.

Putting two sealed iron cans side by side on an empty table, Punk blesses himself with three additional spell defenses, including the "mental barrier", before opening the can with the mage's hand in the distance.

With the crisp sound of the iron cover falling to the ground, everything in the jar is revealed in the air.

The jar on the far left contains a dark yellow liquid that is constantly rolling, and the translucent crystal liquid contains energy fluctuations of many faith powers.

The jar on the right contains an emerald green colloidal fluid, which also releases a strange energy wave similar to a magnetic field as a semi-energy fluid.

Punk discovered that on the bones next to them that were "catched by" by fluctuations, the "gray silk cells" had a panic "emotion". They began to squirm their bodies and tried to escape. From a macro perspective, it was like the gray silk covering the bones were all squirming.

"It seems that this is the antidote used by Tissar to treat the "gray silk" disease."

Punk was secretly happy. He thought it would take a long time to develop a suitable drug, but he didn't expect that Tishahal had developed the drug so "kindly".

But if you think about it carefully, it is actually normal. After all, the purpose of Tishahal's release of the plague is to force the people to join religion, rather than to engage in a terrorist massacre. She needs to ensure that her believers survive to gain faith.

As for the dark yellow liquid on the other side, it is obviously a means used by Tissar to brainwash believers. The power of faith contained in it only needs a little bit to assimilate the souls of ordinary people and devour the unstable will.

"I think the so-called "shen water" is to configure these two drugs together, add some ordinary water, and finally synthesize brainwashing drugs with healing ability."

After mastering the mystery of "Divine Water", the plan of punk to "open the black" to sweep Tishahal is even more certain. These two cans of potions can fully prove the identity of the Tishahal church cult. In this case, the Good God Church has sufficient reason to attack the Tishahal church.

"Although most of the priests stationed in Doraz City are small characters with low power, they are still very good as a group of cannon fodders to explore the way."

A bright light flashed in punk's eyes. The unlucky pastors in Doraz City had no idea that they were plotted by punk as cannon fodder. The selfless and dedicated good job of "cannon fodder" seems to be unable to escape.

Moreover, Punk does not intend to release the antidotes and disease information at all. Now the chaos in Dorazi City is just right for him to take advantage of the situation. After all...

"Legendary equipment is bound to be won"!

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Bahange - Like all dwarves, he loves forging and wine, and hates giants and elves. As a formal warrior, he now stays in Doraz City for his life for a promise when he was young. With the passage of time, his passion for adventure has gradually subsided. To be honest, Bahange is quite satisfied with this job and can drink wine and forge weapons freely. In the eyes of the dwarves, even living in the Kingdom of God in Moradin is just like this.

Recently, Bahange has been even more happy because he got a small piece of mitral on the black market.

This is an extremely precious alchemy metal. It takes at least one gram of pure silver (equivalent to 1.5 tons) to extract a dolan (equivalent to 1.3 grams) of mitral. The processes are complicated and complicated, so the preciousness of mitral can be seen.

The dwarf has been seriously forging this mitral in the past few months. He wants to use this mitral to strengthen his hammer. As for those diseases and other things, in Bahange's opinion, it is completely unrelated to him. Anyway, as long as Gotra is fine, he doesn't have to worry about anything else. Bahange has always been proud of not being a good dwarf who medds.

But he didn't look for nothing, but found him first. After the greedy Hurt, an uninvited guest suddenly came to visit him.

Just as Bahange was working on the mitril silver, in the perception of the fighting spirit, he suddenly found a slender figure with explosive power standing outside the door.

"Oh, damn it, it's that idiot who disturbs the bad-tempered old Bahange again. If you don't give me a reasonable explanation, I'll stuff you big head down into the forging furnace"!
Chapter completed!