In the endlessly rotating dreamland like a kaleidoscope, Fisher's soul was dragged away from reality by the huge magical power and entered the gap between the spiritual world and the world. In a daze, his soul
His consciousness seemed to be falling continuously. During this long fall, his consciousness, which had been injured by the pedestal before, gradually recovered. With difficulty, he looked at the magic ring that was still wearing on his finger and emitting a dark red light.
.
"Valentina!"
Then, as if he realized something, he called Valentina's name, but no one around him answered. Fisher only had a sudden feeling of landing in response.
"bump!"
Fisher's consciousness suddenly fell to the touchable ground like a meteor. As the feeling of falling disappeared, an extremely familiar feeling came to his heart, the same as the last time he met Valentina at the camp.
The feeling when he entered a dream was very similar. His soul left his body again, but what was different from that time was that this time the dream made him feel extremely real.
As soon as he hit the ground, his nasal cavity was instantly occupied by an extremely strong stench. The strong stench went straight to his brain, and even Fisher felt a little nauseous.
"Why"
"ah!"
"pain"
Fisher panted for a moment, and then managed to stand up. What he saw was a large area of dead bodies piled together, regardless of whether they were alive or dead.
These dead bodies were all dressed in the same clothing styles worn by the Swali people a hundred years ago. Men, women, old and young, and people from various professions were simply piled together in this way. Through the gaps in the mutilated bodies of the dead, there were still dying people.
Groaning on his deathbed, Fisher clearly saw that none of those people were human.
The swollen pustules that suddenly grow on the body are like demons that knock at the bones and suck out the marrow, turning the originally slender and beautiful women into skeletons wrapped in foul-smelling water. The extreme pain stimulates the fragile nerves of human beings, causing them to go crazy and use their bodies like crazy.
The nails penetrated deeply into the thin and fragile skin, and blood that turned thick and turned black flowed from the wound.
Is this dead rot?
Fisher frowned and covered his mouth and nose, taking in the extremely terrifying scenes around him little by little. Shivali's clothes and the twisted and deformed disease scene reminded him of the great epidemic recorded in the history books.
——Death rot.
Around Fisher, corpses were piled up like hills everywhere. The moans echoed each other like the lamentations of this world. The pus like rivers continued to flow and gather on the corpses, dyeing the land of Shivali.
It turned into an unknown color of bright red and pitch black. No matter how fast the flames ignited by the lamp oil burned the corpses, there was a steady stream of corpses piled on the carriages and pulled here. Even the originally tall horses were tortured by the disease and became emaciated.
The ground spit out black pus from his mouth.
The sky is dark, and the black clouds like fish scales do not reveal the glimmer of the sun, but only reveal a continuous streak of scarlet. The stench in the air is mixed with some water vapor, making it stuffy and hot here.
, making people want to wait for even a second.
Fisher looked around vigilantly, and in his hands, a little magic emblem took shape. This was a method he thought of when he was studying the killer dream magic. Constructing the formed magic directly in the dream is very draining on the soul.
It is heavy, but if you construct the corresponding magic materials and repeat the engraving process in your mind, you can quickly carve a usable magic in your hand at a relatively low cost.
But the prerequisite for doing this is that you must be very familiar with the process and theory of constructing this magic, and the ideas in your mind must not make mistakes or pauses, otherwise it will directly lead to the failure of the magic engraving and the magic power will be drained.
Fisher warmed up his hands and slowly started to practice the magic of the lower circle as he walked, because he had not entered here again since the last time with Valentina.
"Help me doctor"
Just as Fisher was walking forward slowly and vigilantly, his right leg was suddenly grabbed by a small hand. His penis shrank, and he subconsciously wanted to lift his foot to break free, but when he lowered his head, he saw that
Next to the pile of corpses beside him, a little girl whose face was completely covered with dead rot pustules and whose original image was completely unrecognizable was breathing hard and staring intently with her only cloudy eye.
Looking at Fisher who is about to pass by.
"Save the pain"
There was a lot of black pus and blood on her hands, whether it was from her own or from other people who had died around her. She was dragging Fisher feebly, obviously not using much force, and her already squeezed
The eyes that were pressed to almost a slit still shone with a faint light of survival.
"Doctor cough cough"
The magic in Fisher's hand dissipated little by little, and he opened his mouth just as he was about to say something. The girl's hand holding her pants was already weakly lowered. Following the traces of her fingers falling, pus and blood flowed out on her trouser legs.
There was a trace for a long time, her eyes were still open but she could no longer breathe. Her mouth that was about to say something was immediately occupied by strands of turbid pus and blood, and she became a living being no different from this huge Shura purgatory.
Fisher knew that what appeared in front of him now was just an illusion constructed by dream magic, but he still inevitably sighed, because since the scene here could appear in a dream, it also meant that,
Someone here has actually seen these scenes, otherwise the dream would not be constructed, just like the paleness that Valentina saw in her dream.
Fisher looked at the young life that died of illness in the crowd, slowly stood up and continued to move forward. Soon, among the crowds that were taller than the mountains, he saw a rare person who was still walking.
.
There were several people wearing thick black robes. The horses and cattle were all sick. There were no animals to push the patients who were constantly being sent for destruction, so they had to use manpower to push the pile of dozens of corpses.
Push the cart forward.
These people in black robes are very uniform in appearance, wearing thick black robes that are particularly hot in this weather. You don’t need to think about it to know that just wearing this thing standing in the summer of Shivali, you will immediately be covered with sweat.
He was sweating and even breathing was very difficult, but these black robes were only the most basic thing for these people.
What is even more iconic is the simple mask that these people wear on their heads, which seems to be made of some kind of leather product. The long, slender mask like a bird's beak spreads out from the black robes they wear.
The openings of the eyes are inlaid with a pair of glasses-like lenses, which radiate the fatigue and pain of the people hiding under these masks.
On their black robes, on the chest, there is first a nameplate with Swali characters written on it. The person's name is usually written on it, followed by his hometown. Under the nameplate, there is a painting.
A slender sword was stuck in the head of a dying snake.
Do you still remember that in the myth of the creation of the world by the Mother Goddess, she rescued an injured little rabbit, and after eating the apple given by the rabbit, she gave birth to a child "human". In fact, in this world full of religion,
In the metaphorical story, the real human being is the injured rabbit.
The reason why the rabbit was injured was because it was bitten by a poisonous snake in the forest, and that poisonous snake represented suffering and disease in the teachings of the Mother Goddess. Therefore, when Shivali was founded, the emperor killed the giant snake.
It is so symbolic because it means that the Swali people's suffering of slavery and oppression will end.
In other words, there is a sign of inserting a sharp sword into the head of a poisonous snake, which also reveals the identity of the people in front of you.
They are all doctors who have sworn an oath before the teachings of the Mother Goddess and vowed to use all their knowledge to fight against disease and suffering.
There are few records about the epidemic in Shivali in Nali's history books, because it was precisely because of that epidemic that interrupted Shivali's attack on Nali and brought Nali back to the negotiation table from the edge of national annihilation.
In the past, the Nari people kept silent about that shameful history. As Balzac said before, it was not easy for Fisher to have a rough understanding of the occurrence process of the epidemic.
Looking at the coughing doctors in front of him who were transporting corpses, Fisher frowned without saying a word, because those simple medical masks could not withstand the horrific attack of death rot, and the doctors fighting on the front line were facing
They are at extremely high risk of contracting the disease. Even if they have exhausted their lives and knowledge, in the face of such a horrific epidemic, all many of them can do is to continue burning countless corpses.
"Ahem"
A doctor pushing a cart coughed and fell to the ground in pain, while the doctors pushing the cart next to him seemed to be numb, and threw the dying doctor onto the cart, and they were still there together.
Among the piles of corpses, oil was poured on them, and they watched silently as the fragile flames burned the corpses.
And it was at this time that Fisher discovered that the name tags on the chests of all these doctors had the same name, that is,
"Tolga Dalair"
Fisher frowned and moved forward, past the largest mountain of corpses in front of him and past the stench carried by the hot summer wind. At the scene in front of him, he suddenly saw a man dressed very similar to the doctor in front of him holding a hand in his hand.
The book is using some kind of container to collect the pus secreted by those suffering from the rot.
Fisher paused for a moment and watched the doctor wearing a thick beak mask with a little bit of red hair peeking out from the black robe as he kept running in the epidemic area. He watched the doctor study day after day.
He kept arranging corpses in a world full of corpse odor and pus.
"Huhu~"
A gust of fishy wind blew by, and sheets of papers, drafts, and experimental proofs covered with Shivali's words flew over. The blood-stained manuscript papers were covered by the time and years of Model Lake in the dream. Fisher pinched it.
In many of the manuscripts scattered among them, he only saw the conclusion, but there were more, more, more deaths that were repeated day after day, and the process witnessed by the devastated land that he witnessed day after day, was not seen by him.
"A Trial Theory on the Source of Dead Rot 1·Theory on the Source of Magic Power"
"A Preliminary Discussion on the Source of Dead Rot 2: Hypothesis on the Source of the Swali Long-tailed Rat Variant"
"Overview of the Sources of Dead Rot·Dead Rot Bacteria"
"Introduction to Dead Rot Prevention and Control"
"Research on the resistance of secondary secretions of Swalika grass to pathogens·A discussion on the failure"
"False theory of spreading suppression"
"A letter requesting assistance for protective supplies for frontline medical personnel"
"A Trial Discussion on the Manufacturing of Anticorrosives"
"Tolga's Anti-corruption Theory"
What floated in the wind were sheets of paper with rigorous argument structures and densely written experimental records and research reports. Each sheet and every word on it was written by a person named "Tolga Daller"
Written by a doctor.
The manuscript papers stained with blood and pus flowed from Fisher's fingertips one by one. He stepped forward step by step, and more and more bizarre pictures came into his eyes one after another.
He saw a series of decomposed churches made of living patients and corpses. He saw a church member who was shaped like a skeleton and had a hideous face, leading the coughing rot patients to recite the Book of Creation.
He saw the closed noble fortresses, and he saw the sun knights holding spears and cannons charging in the flesh and blood, but the horses under the feet of those knights were all deformed flesh, and the ground they stepped on was also the same.
A prostrate patient
While pacing in silence, bizarre scenes followed one after another. It wasn't until all the noise faded away that Fisher saw a man in a black leather coat at the end of the road, with a pair of helmets on his head that seemed to be embedded in his head.
There is a strange gentleman with a beak mask on his face. His back is turned to him. He has no name tag or the doctor's logo with the giant sword piercing the giant snake's head.
In front of the quiet figure that Fisher was quite familiar with and wary of, was a huge and broken statue of the Mother Goddess. The upper part of the head of the Mother Goddess statue was broken, symbolizing the disappearance of the Mother Goddess's loving sight.
Invisible, and in front of the statue of the Mother God, was a huge cross. On the cross was nailed a red-haired girl dressed in linen clothes. The girl lowered her eyes and had a pious smile on her lips.
He was crucified in front of the statue of the Mother Goddess.
Fisher finally recognized that the silent black figure standing in front of the cross was no longer part of the dream, but the real Erwind.
But looking at Erwind, who was as quiet as a statue, just looking at the cross in front of him, Fisher hesitated for a moment, and then said,
"Tolga"
Erwind's body heard Fisher's voice behind him. He did not deny it or look back. He just looked at the peaceful girl who was crucified on the cross in front of him, and then said,
"Fisher, you are really a genius. All the media in the gap between the spiritual world and reality are a collection of subconscious minds and souls. The amount of magic consumed to construct magic must be an astronomical figure. You can actually combine the magic with
Carving the structure layer by layer, then assembling it together finally takes effect. Although this idea is simple, it is extremely difficult to complete."
The fact that Erwind could say this means that he immediately noticed the nature of this place and was able to make a conclusion about the phenomenon that occurred after entering the gap. Then, he must also be able to discover it soon.
Life and complex objects cannot be constructed here.
Both of them are extremely smart scholars. Even if they are enemies of each other, after seeing the dense manuscripts just now, Fisher still admires the intelligence and strong will of the people in front of him.
"Miuzan, you were able to deduce the real source and transmission route of dead rot hundreds of years ago, before even the creation of observation magic. You also discovered that secondary derivatives of Cassia grass are effective against dead rot.
The inhibitory effect of germs. Moreover, at that time, you had not received the life replenishment manual. In comparison, what I did was nothing at all."
Yes, Tolga did not receive the help of the supplementary manual as an unusual prop at that time. At that time, he was like those thousands of beak doctors who fell on the front line, wearing a simple beak mask and burning every day.
He fought against ubiquitous diseases, summed up the nature and laws of death rot, and created a "panacea" that can still be used today.
"Oh, the Minister of Magic also praised me in this way. She told me that in their world, such a drug would not be designed by humans until hundreds of years later. She called me a genius and personally left the former Minister of Life behind.
The notes were given to me for study”
Erwind remained motionless, just looking at the quiet red-haired girl who was crucified on the cross in front of him. He seemed to want to touch the girl in front of him, but was unable to raise his hand because of the dazzling smile on her face.
"Genius, you know, Fisher, genius is the least tolerated thing by human beings. In this world, only the high-ranking geniuses are compatible with each other downwards, and all living beings below are never in contact with each other upwards, because incompatibility is the most incompatible thing for all living beings.
Something disgusting."
"Our family are all devout believers of the Mother Goddess, and my sister is even more so. I followed the guidance of the Mother Goddess and embarked on the path of medicine, trying to use my meager knowledge to save the people in the world who are suffering from diseases. Whenever I see you
This famous magic genius reminds me of my sister. Her natural magic power is greater than that of ordinary people, and her perception of the repercussions of the world is far beyond that of ordinary people. She is very likely to become like you, Shivali History
A rare magic master in the world."
"It wasn't until that year when wars broke out and dead rot spread everywhere. Countless doctors and I were called into the epidemic area to fight the dead rot. I have seen too much suffering from dead rot. I have seen the number of people reduced by half in just one day.
In cities and towns, I have seen piles of corpses higher than mountains, and I have seen renowned medical masters defeated by epidemics, and their life-long knowledge spilled on the earth in pus and blood."
"In all these cases, I have never given up. I have tried, innovated, and researched again and again, trying to use my limited knowledge to eliminate endless diseases and return peace to my hometown."
"Boom!"
In the sky, dark, fish-scale-shaped dark clouds collided with each other, until the scarlet skylight was pulled by the power to form an extremely obvious thunder.
"But in exchange for countless corpses and sacrifices, there is nothing. Shivali is still waging wars one after another in the land where disease breeds. The sick soldiers carry the disease that could have been controlled to further places; what we believe in originally guided
The strong church of believers whipped the weak lives and squeezed their flesh and blood to build a large number of decomposing churches; the castles of the nobles were closed tightly, the luxurious clothes were thrown into the bookcases even if they were worn out, and the food refused to be distributed even if it was spoiled.
Give it to others, because if you open an opening, the crazy people will eat them up too."
"Ignorance and madness never stopped me. I blocked my sight and hearing, firmly believing that as long as I could develop an antidote, all this madness would end. But the madness driven by desire has not weakened at all. The bishops used 'sacrifice'
In the name of "Bladeless Knight", he sucked money, and in the name of "witch hunting", he insulted the girls who had finally survived the epidemic. The man who was tortured by hunger and disease was once again dragged into the external attack by Shivali.
"battlefield"
"The enemies we dedicated our lives to fight suddenly turned into their grateful apocalypse, and became the 'Bladeless Knight', the messenger of the Mother Goddess worthy of praise; the people we dedicated everything to protect suddenly became them.
Slaves who wantonly exploited and exploited became livestock that took whatever they wanted, animals that were trampled under their feet and spurned by them."
Fisher looked at the girl crucified on the cross and suddenly understood that having superior magical talent in that era was not a good thing for a person, because there were many of them who had extremely similar properties to the witch species.
People die violently, and the girl in front of Tolga must be one of them.
"Fisher, aren't you curious, what kind of favor do I owe Yin Lisabai for letting me help her like this in Nali?"
"The conditions for entering the church to sleep are harsh. Even though my sister has been dead for hundreds of years due to that madness, and even though her name as a devout believer of the Mother Goddess has faded, she still bears the unfounded burden of being executed for resisting rape.
She cannot enter the church because of the crime. Kadu, Shivali, and even those small countries have never had a church that can officially accommodate her to sleep under the seat of the Mother Goddess, and Yin Lisabai gave me this opportunity."
In the sky, thunder rang again, and the wetness blown by the cold wind was about to gather into droplets of liquid, washing towards the earth.
"L"
Drop by drop, wisp by wisp, and finally turned into an overwhelming rain curtain covering the whole world. Fisher moved his nose, but only smelled a strong fishy smell. He raised his hand and saw that the sky was full of rain.
The raindrops fell on his hands, but left traces of bright red like blood. When he raised his eyes, he realized that the whole world had been dyed red by endless blood.
It's raining
"Over a long period of time, I gradually realized that the cause of so much suffering was not rot, not war, not Lisa White, not Blake, but ignorance. This is an attribute engraved in the fragile nature of human beings. How times change
, no matter how the world changes, ignorance still drives human beings to make mistakes again and again."
"I do not want to kneel down to beings of a higher rank than us, even gods, but I must climb, as they sang in disasters, to whip and correct their faults with whips, and to use the truth of wisdom.
To guide them not to make mistakes.”
Also standing in the sky full of blood rain, Erwind stood blankly in front of the cross hanging his sister's body a hundred years ago, raising his head and staring at the heavy rain. The Mother Goddess did not respond to his confusion, but just let it go.
The ruthless rain beat on the bird's beak mask that had witnessed him saving the common people, until the mask was embedded on his face bit by bit, inch by inch, and could no longer be taken off.
At Fisher's feet, the mountains of corpses and seas of blood behind him, the large and small puss behind him, the enemies Ervind fought and the compatriots he protected, all followed the thick ground on the ground at this moment.
Blood, along with the rain and thunder falling from the sky, all flowed into Erwind's body standing quietly in front of him.
It was only at this moment that Fisher suddenly discovered that the scenes he had seen before were not constructed by dreams at all, but were all part of Erwind's soul!
"Boom!"
In the distant sky, thunder and rain mingled, just as the devout servants under the throne of the loving Mother God sang,
"Under the loving gaze of the Mother Goddess, your white shawl is touched by the burning wind."
"Under the whip without a blade, the purity of the soul is washed with the testimony of death."
"The punished children are ignorant and cannot tell whether you are a poison or an antidote."
"Ah, the respected messenger of the Mother Goddess, the pure white and flawless Bladeless Knight!!"
The hymn of the ignorant believers praising the rotten disease gradually became louder. At the same time, all the countless flesh and blood merged into Erwind's body, and his originally illusory soul became extremely solid.
Even though he is separated from the world, he still has a sense of entity that his soul is gradually becoming one, and this is also proof that Ervind is only one step away from the mythical level.
The entire Erwinder's dream became completely white and flawless, as if the dirty, disgusting flesh and blood and dead rot had never existed. In his dream, there were only two simple things, the nails in front of him.
The cross holding his sister's body, and the broken statue behind the cross with half of its head damaged so that the loving sight of the Mother Goddess could not be seen.
Ervind stood so thinly in front of the cross until a little bit of white, as if a cloak made of the purest brilliance in the world, grew out of his back inch by inch.
"In order to explore the truth and get rid of human ignorance, I should give up ethics, social structure, as a human body, name, and past, and turn what I have gained and what I think into the path of the future."
"Only strength can correct ignorance, and only reason can restrain desire."
Pure white clothes were flying against the violent wind and rain. Erwind turned his head little by little. He did not carry any tangible blades or weapons with his empty hands, but he stared at the eyes quietly like the revelation of the Mother Goddess.
Fisher comes.
The enemy in front of me has no original name, but is given a noble name because of the terror it wreaks and the ignorance of its believers.
In despair, they sang and praised this ruthless epidemic, ridiculously believing that it was a messenger sent by the mother goddess to punish her dear children.
He is the White Bladeless Knight, Erwind.
"Fisher, we are the only ones here, come on."
""
Fisher said nothing, and the magic in his hand became brighter and brighter, until the magic ring of the structure increased little by little, and an extremely dangerous color burst out.
"Wow~"
Following the sound of the white cloak fluttering, the next second, the world became colorless.