"A new type of disease is spreading rapidly in the Federation... All medical personnel have tried their best... All planets, cities, and mining areas have begun martial law..."
Inside the metal hall.
Smith and others watched the young speaker's speech without blinking.
"It's called 'dust disease'. The cause of the disease is unknown, and it attacks very quickly. It can take away the life of a healthy adult within a day... The onset of 'dust disease' appears on the hands or feet.
It is marked by a large number of unknown gray spots. It goes from the initial stage to the acute stage very quickly, maybe only a few hours... When the gray covers a certain area, the flesh and blood tissue in that area will become necrotic and split, turning into real dust and ashes.
... Even if the limb is amputated, it cannot stop the spread of the disease... The Force practitioners in the Federation are also helpless about this, they are also sick..."
Inside the screen, ‘Fang Xian’ spoke nonchalantly.
Smith frowned: "Do you think... this is obviously a speech about fighting diseases, but the speaker's introduction and description of 'dust disease' is a little too detailed. This shouldn't be the case."
Is it a matter for medical officials?”
"It's a little strange..."
Vivian wanted to continue watching, but found that the screen suddenly turned black, as if there was something wrong.
"Hey, look what I found..."
Dunjun made a sound from a corner.
Smith and Vivian walked over and saw a broken spacesuit in the dust. Its production process should be quite advanced. Even after a long time of erosion, some outlines could still be seen at this time.
There is still a lot of dust in and around the clothes.
"If it were before, I would have thought this was a set of discarded clothes, but now it seems that its owner is here...died of dust disease and turned into ashes..."
Smith said.
After searching, they found several more pieces of broken clothing, and their expressions became more solemn.
Dust sickness!
This seemed to be the main culprit that led to the collapse of a prehistoric civilization, weighing on their hearts like a majestic mountain.
"When we came in, we didn't take adequate protective measures."
Smith said suddenly.
"I think... after such a long time, any germs should have died out, right?" Vivian was startled, and then answered uncertainly.
"Prehistoric civilization also had extraordinary people, but even they were helpless against this disease. It may not be a disease in the ordinary sense."
Smith shook his head.
Unfortunately, their subsequent searches found nothing.
The passages leading to some important places have thick metal gates that cannot be opened no matter how hard they try.
Naturally, space spells and the like cannot be used in this world.
"Our food reserves and mental strength are not enough, let's go out first..."
The three Smiths met and made a decision: "We have found the location where the spacecraft crashed, and we can continue to explore in the future..."
Dunjun had no objection at all and followed the two of them out of the spacecraft.
Staying in this metal-style building always gave him a depressing feeling.
Climbing out of the passage, the scarlet moonlight fell.
Dun Jun subconsciously raised his hands to cover his eyes: "The dazzling light..."
His eyes wandered and fell on his right hand, and his expression suddenly changed: "This... this is..."
On the fingertips of his right hand, some dense gray spots suddenly appeared!
Dun Jun suddenly felt dizzy.
Dust sickness!
The terminal disease of prehistoric civilization!
A demon that no mortal human being can escape from has already entangled him!
"What?"
Smith and Vivian looked at this scene, their expressions changing continuously.
If this is the case, doesn't it mean that they may also be infected?
Smith subconsciously raised his hand and found a touch of gray on the little finger of his left hand.
His pupils instantly shrank into pinpricks.
…
The triangular red moon is offset to the west, which is the night of this world.
Near the hill, a flame burned, with a monster grilling on it.
The three of them were sitting around, no one in the mood to eat.
Dust sickness did infect them, and it struck quickly.
At this time, Dunjun was in the worst condition, the gray color had spread to his shoulders and was invading his chest.
He could no longer feel the touch of his palms.
Perhaps, before long, the whole person will be reduced to ashes.
And even the power of steel skin and petrified eyes cannot stop the spread of the disease.
The same was true for Smith and Vivian. They tried various methods and chanted various spells, but they had no effect at all.
"Are we going to die?"
Dun Jun murmured: "It is better to die in the outside world... than to bring this virus back to the city and destroy mankind..."
Smith and Vivian looked at each other.
They are not yet desperate or hysterical, because they still have faith and their final trump card.
"Pray."
"Prayers to our gods."
"For illnesses that mortals cannot solve, gods must have a solution..."
Smith spoke.
Not long after, the voices of three people praying sounded: "The Lord of Alchemists, the Controller of Tribulation Power, the God of Immortality... Your believers pray to you and listen to the calls of your believers!"
The rising and falling sounds echoed in the wilderness.
Not long after, Dunjun felt mentally confused.
The next moment, he found himself in a dream, standing on a huge square.
In the eternal light, a pair of extremely huge, indescribable eyes opened and looked down indifferently.
'Is this... is this the true form of the immortal god?'
Dun Jun was extremely surprised. This might be the first time he saw part of a god in a sober state.
The huge eyes seemed to move, but then didn't seem to move.
But the white light all around them swept down, like a waterfall of light river, wrapping the three of them.
A trace of gray breath spread from Dun Jun's hand and was quickly melted away.
"Praise my Lord!"
The excited voices of Smith and Vivian came.
"Did the Immortal God heal me?"
Dunjun looked at his hands and quickly imitated Smith's example and thanked him.
…
"A very dangerous thing."
Under the abyss, Fang Xian opened his eyes.
Because of the powerful seal, he did not monitor his followers at all times, and now it seemed that they were almost wiped out.
Fortunately, as long as they call, they will know immediately, and some power will come to the rescue through Dreamland.
"Tell me, what happened?"
This sentence turned into a terrifying thought that swept through Dreamland.
Smith and others felt a terrible sound coming down. Just listening to it made them tremble all over and almost go crazy.
However, they did understand the meaning of the gods in the voice, and quickly recounted the exploration process one by one, and used their thoughts to construct a holographic image.