Chapter 32 This is a coincidence.

When Moore took out the small bottle, a faint strange smell spread in the waiting room.

This smell is not so much the stench of the decay of the corpse, but rather something is sealed and then moldy and fermented for many years and has accumulated for a long time. Even if only a trace of it is left, it frowned for all the mages present, and some even retching, their faces are extremely ugly.

To be honest, the mage is not an easy and elegant profession. Everyone present often uses the organs of magic creatures when conducting magic experiments. The smell of rotting internal organs is not so unbearable to these mage masters. However, this smell is different from ordinary rotten odor. It seems to have crossed the nose and directly stimulated the brain and soul, making everyone present feel disgusted from the bottom of their hearts.

This is the taste of chaos, it is incompatible with all orders of life, and is born to be essentially hostile to each other.

"For the blessing of President Tonoschadamus, all members of our third research team do not have to be involved in the whirlpool of the imperial capital, and can continue our research in the north with peace of mind."

Because the mage present's face became worse and worse, Moore took back the bottle in his hand. When he spoke, his face was solemn, without any joking: "But this does not mean that we can do whatever we want. As you can see, this is some unknown chaos plague in our current mission."

"We must solve this problem as soon as possible."

Speaking of this, the old white-haired wizard couldn't help but straighten his waist. He recalled the scene when he went to the dungeon of St. Lauren's Cathedral with Joshua.

Under the leadership of Bishop Atanis, the host of the church here, the three of them passed the numerous divine arts blockades and opened the tightly sealed dungeon gate. At the moment the door was opened, a strong smell that was enough to make people feel unconscious came to their faces.

However, both Joshua, Moor and Atanis have experienced many battles and experienced the existence of corpses and blood. This taste is nothing.

"Probably because I didn't burn it clean last time. It seems that all the cultists have turned into a breeding ground for the plague."

He raised his eyebrows with some displeasure, and Joshua narrowed his eyes, swept across the corner of the dungeon, and he whispered: "It has become a nest of chaos."

"After that, the dungeon needs a thorough purification, and I want to completely cleanse the place."

Atanis also looked at the corner of the wall, and along the bishop's disgusting sight, he could see a slowly spreading black mold there, which left spots of traces in every corner of the dungeon.

The old bishop finally resisted his move immediately and used his magic to purify them. He whispered to himself: "I haven't sampled yet, so I'll keep you for now."

During this period, Moore did not speak, but his face became even heavier. Since he really didn't want to stay in such a place, the three of them speeded up and headed towards the deepest part of the dungeon.

Along the way, the pyroxene lamp that had been bright had become dim because the black mold had covered the surface of the lamp. Although the magic array could still operate, it was obviously a bit slow because of the obstacles.

Soon, everyone arrived at the deepest part of the dungeon, the oval cell hall.

"roar!!"

"Hiss!!!"

Inhuman roars came from the dark cell. The sound was shrill and noisy, and it was not something that normal creatures could make. Hearing these sounds, Atanis couldn't help but sigh deeply. He simply activated the magic circle. In an instant, the positive energy light that seemed a little dim at the beginning illuminated the entire hall.

Because of this light, Joshua and others clearly saw that in the cell where the cultists were originally imprisoned, there were no creatures that looked like even half a human. Behind the double-layer sealed railings, monsters with mutant characteristics were screaming and being exposed to the light of positive energy.

They have different shapes, and their only common point is that they are completely different from humans. These weird monsters are either swollen limbs or covered with sarcoma that grow randomly. There are strange cracks on their bodies, and the rich black juice is constantly splashing along the cracks, emitting a rotten and fermenting stench.

"These are the source of the plague... The plague cults from the far south, their body tissues and black water are the plague carriers I call melanemia, and can be used as samples."

While saying to the old mage, Joshua condensed a hot fighting spirit like a small sun in his palm. The atmosphere was twisted by extreme heat. He looked at the demons behind the cell with an unpleasant look and said lightly: "Search early to destroy these disgusting things early. Chaos creatures are piled up in distortion, especially the subordinates of the evil god of plague. It is unbearable for half a second they stay in this world."

"nature."

Moore didn't say much, to be honest, this was the first time he had seen such a twisted monster, like a nightmare, each of them was uglier than the demons in the abyss.

Just in front of the old mage, in the cell facing the front, there was an irregular meat ball full of swollen and sarcoma. The sarcoma had sharp teeth and huge mouths like eels, spitting out foul-stenched juice. The meat ball still trembled from time to time and wriggled. Moore sweared that he was really disgusted by this scene so much that he wanted to vomit.

The sampling process is relatively simple, which is to store the body tissues of these monsters in a sealed white crystal bottle and use spells to ensure their activity. After sampling and preserving each chaotic creature, Joshua and Atanis stayed in the dungeon to purify them one by one. After confirming that he was not infected with the plague, Moore quickly rushed back to the living room to explain the key points of this mission to other mages.

"This is a very terrible thing, unlike the flu and other diseases you have studied in the past. You must be vigilant and you must not be careless about its experiments."

Seeing that there seemed to be a hint of contempt for the plague in the eyes of some mages present, Moore couldn't help but stress loudly, his tone was unprecedentedly serious: "If someone accidentally gets infected with the plague and we have not developed a vaccine or corresponding healing spell yet... Believe me, I swear by my name, I will never completely eliminate you with mercy."

Speaking of this, it was almost a threat, but the mages present were all smart people. Although some of them held themselves strong and did not care much about it, they were still vigilant with such direct warnings from Moore.

After all, the mages in the third laboratory were basically Moore's students or juniors, and only a few of them were considered collaborators. The old mage had a high prestige. Under his leadership, these mages quickly determined the next itinerary and the precautions in the experiment.

Since there are no complete laboratories in the main city of Moldavia, they will set out immediately to the Winter Fortress Academy in the Snow Mountains of Nicee, where nearby laboratories can conduct research on chaos plague.

Of course, they will definitely go to the academy to work part-time as a teacher in the magic academy for free, and contribute to the cultivation of the new generation of Moldavian spellcasters. You must know that everyone present is at least a high-level silver mage, and they have rich knowledge. In terms of teaching skills, they are many times better than wild mages, and they can perfectly solve the problem of temporary insufficient faculty in Winter Castle Academy.

To be honest, if it weren't for Joshua's solution to the problem of Eribos' Box and Nostradamus's instructions, the cost of each appearance by these mages of the Royal Mage Society would be enough to make a little noble feel painful, let alone a dozen people who took turns to be teachers together.

Since he had already greeted Joshua and others before leaving the dungeon, Moore was ready to take people away. He had several samples of the plague on his hands, and the St. Lauren Church would save an additional copy. If necessary, it could be teleported back at any time. They had nothing to do in the St. Lauren Cathedral, so it would be better to set off early and start working.

So, under the guidance of the black-haired pastor Draenor, more than a dozen mages walked towards the church teleportation array.

And on the way, they met the Paladin who seemed to be in a hurry under the leadership of Ying and Lin.

"Ri'an, Mr. Lorenda."

The young priest stopped and respectfully saluted the blonde paladin, saying, "Is your interrogation still going well?"

"Ri'an, little Drano."

At first, Loranda's expression looked very dull, as if it was written with anger. It was not until Delano greeted him that the Paladin forced a smile and whispered: "It's not going well. They have just been bewitched for less than a few days, and they don't know anything and can't ask anything. They are completely chess pieces that confuse our judgment."

After a few conversations, the two said goodbye to each other and left.

On the way to the teleportation array, Moore first realized that the direction the Paladin left was the corridor leading to the dungeon of St. Lauren's Church. Then, he slowly recalled the other party's identity.

That seems to be the strongest paladin of the new generation of the Seven Gods Church, a genius who has reached the edge of the extreme state of mind in less than thirty years old, the godson of the contemporary pope, Lorlanda!

How could he appear here?

In addition to the old mage, other mages also discovered this one after another. When the Paladin's figure disappeared around the corner, various whispers appeared in the team: "Wait, Isn't I Lorlanda who just walked over?!"

"How could he be here? This is the northern part of the land, and it is separated from the holy mountain of the distant sea! "

"Yes, I was still wondering before, why did the church not send its new generation of representatives to the envoys, but instead sent a grand nun from the Grandden Monastery. He never expected that he was in Moldavia, the Northland!"

Speaking of this, everyone present paused for a moment, and many people frowned, as if they were thinking.

"Does the imperial royal family have any secret plans recently and the church?"

A mage whispered: "More than two weeks have passed since the early spring celebration, and the envoys of various countries have left, and only the church envoys are still in the imperial capital, and they will visit His Majesty the Emperor separately from time to time... And now, Loranda appears in the north again... We are also sent here to deal with the chaos plague."

This is indeed easy to make people think a lot. Suddenly, everyone's expressions became serious. Their task may not be to simply deal with the plague, but perhaps there is a deeper meaning.

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