Chapter 370 145 Poison or Antidote (7k)

Chapter 370 145. Poison or Antidote (7k)

In the endless, layered, and constantly rotating dream like a kaleidoscope, Fisher's soul was dragged by the huge magical power away from reality and into the gap between the spirit world and the world. In a daze, his consciousness seemed to be falling continuously. During this long fall, his mind, which was previously injured by the pedestal, recovered little by little, and he looked at the magic ring that was still on his finger and emitted a dark red light with difficulty.

"Valentina!"

Then, as if he realized something, he called out Valentina's name, but no one around answered. The only response to Fisher was the sudden feeling of landing.

"Bang!"

Fisher's consciousness fell like a meteor on the touchable ground. As the feeling of falling disappeared, an extremely familiar feeling came to his heart, which was very similar to the feeling when he and Valentina entered the dream at the camp last time. His soul once again left his body, but the difference from that time was that this dream gave him an extremely real feeling.

As soon as he fell to the ground, his nasal cavity was instantly filled with an extremely strong stench. The strong stench rushed straight into his brain, and even Fisher felt a little nauseous.

"Hey"

"Ah!"

"It hurts"

Fisher panted for a moment, then barely supported himself to stand up, but what caught his eyes were large piles of dead bodies, dead or alive, piled together.

These corpses were all wearing the clothing styles that the Schwari people wore a hundred years ago. Men, women, young and old, and people of all professions were simply piled together like this. Through the gaps in the mutilated bodies of the dead and the dying groans of the dying, Fisher clearly saw that none of them looked like human beings.

The swollen pustules that suddenly grew on the body were like demons that sucked the marrow out of the bones, turning the originally slender and beautiful women into skeletons wrapped in foul-smelling thick water. The extreme pain stimulated the fragile nerves of humans, making them pierce their nails deeply into the thin and fragile skin like crazy, and thick black blood flowed out of the wound.

Is this dead rot?

Fisher frowned and covered his mouth and nose, taking in the extremely terrifying scenes around him bit by bit. The Schwari clothes and the distorted and deformed scenes of the infected reminded him of the great epidemic recorded in history books - dead rot.

Around Fisher, corpses piled up like hills, groans echoed like the elegy of this world, and pus like rivers kept flowing and gathering on the corpses, dyeing the land of Schvale into an unknown color mixed with bright red and black. The flames ignited by lamp oil could not burn the corpses faster than the corpses piled up on the carriages. Even the originally tall horses were tortured by the disease and became skinny, constantly spitting out black pus from their mouths.

The sky was dark, and the black clouds that seemed to be laid like fish scales did not reveal the glimmer of the sun, but only revealed a continuous scarlet color. The stench in the air was mixed with some water vapor, making it stuffy and hot here, making people hate to wait for a second.

Fisher looked around cautiously. In his hand, a little bit of magic emblem took shape. This was the method he thought of when he was studying the killer dream magic. It was very costly to construct a magic in a dream, but if the corresponding magic materials were constructed and the engraving process was repeated in the mind, a usable magic could be quickly engraved in the hand at a relatively low cost.

But the premise of doing this is that you must be very familiar with the process and theory of constructing this magic, and the idea in your mind must not be wrong or paused, otherwise it will directly lead to the failure of magic engraving and the draining of magic power.

Fisher warmed his hands and slowly practiced from the low-level magic while walking, because he had not entered here since the last time with Valentina.

"Help me, doctor."

Just as Fisher was walking forward slowly and cautiously, his right leg was suddenly grabbed by a small hand. His pupils shrank, and he subconsciously tried to lift his foot to break free. But when he looked down, he saw a little girl with her face covered with dead pustules, who was completely unrecognizable, breathing hard beside the pile of corpses. She stared at Fisher, who was about to pass by, with her only one cloudy eye.

"Help me. It hurts."

Her hands were stained with a lot of black pus and blood, and it was unknown whether it was her own or the other people around her who had already died. She pulled Fisher weakly, and although she didn't use much force, her eyes, which had been squeezed into almost only a slit, still flashed a faint light of survival.

"He cough cough"

Fisher's magic slowly dissipated. He opened his mouth and was about to say something, but the girl's hand that was holding his pants had already dropped weakly. Following the traces of her fingers falling, the pus and blood flowed out a long trail on the trouser legs. She still had her eyes open but was no longer breathing. Just as she was about to say something, her mouth was immediately filled with wisps of turbid pus and blood, and she became one of the living beings in this huge Asura Purgatory.

Fisher knew that what appeared before his eyes was just an illusion created by dream magic, but he still couldn't help sighing, because since the scene here could appear in dreams, it meant that someone here had seen these scenes clearly, otherwise dreams could not be created, 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 crowd that was taller than the mountain, he saw a rare person who was still walking.

There were several people wearing heavy black robes. The horses and oxen were all sick. There was no animal to push these patients who were sent to be destroyed continuously, so they had to use manpower to push the cart with dozens of corpses forward.

These people in black robes are dressed in a very uniform way. They are wearing thick black robes in this extremely hot weather. It goes without saying that if you just wear these robes and stand in the summer in Shivali, you will immediately sweat all over and even have difficulty breathing. However, these black robes are just the most basic things for these people.

What is more iconic is the simple masks that seem to be made of some kind of leather products on their heads. The long, slender masks like bird beaks spread out from the black robes they wear, and a pair of glasses-like lenses are inlaid at the openings of the eyes, radiating the fatigue and pain of the people hiding under these masks.

On their black robes, on the chest, there is first a nameplate with Shivali characters, which usually writes the person's name, followed by his hometown, and below the nameplate, there is a painting of a slender sword inserted into the head of a dying snake.

Remember, in the myth of the creation of the Mother Goddess, she saved a wounded little rabbit, and after eating the apple given by the rabbit, she had a child called "human". In fact, in this story full of religious metaphors, the real human is the wounded rabbit.

The rabbit was wounded because it was bitten by a poisonous snake in the forest, and the poisonous snake represented suffering and disease in the Mother Goddess's doctrine. Therefore, when the Shivali Kingdom was founded, the emperor killed the giant snake, which was so symbolic, because it represented the end of the suffering of the Shivali people who were enslaved and oppressed.

In other words, the symbol of inserting a sharp sword into the head of the poisonous snake also shows the identity of these people.

They are all doctors who have sworn in front of the Mother Goddess's doctrine and vowed to use all their knowledge to fight against diseases and suffering.

There are few records about the epidemic in Schwalli in the history books of Nari, because it was the epidemic that interrupted the attack of Schwalli on Nari and pulled Nari back to the negotiation table from the brink of national extinction. The Nari people kept silent about that shameful history. As Balzac said before, it was not easy for Fisher to roughly understand the process of the epidemic.

Looking at the doctors who were coughing and transporting corpses in front of him, Fisher frowned silently, because those simple medical masks could not resist the attack of the terrible dead rot at all. The doctors fighting on the front line faced a very high risk of infection. Even if they exhausted their lives and knowledge, in the face of such a terrible epidemic, many of them could only keep burning countless corpses.

"Ahem."

A doctor pushing a cart coughed painfully and fell to the ground, while the doctors pushing carts next to him seemed numb. They threw the dying doctor onto the cart and threw them among a pile of corpses. They poured oil on them and watched the fragile flames burn the corpses silently.

It was at this moment that Fisher discovered that the name tags on the chests of all these doctors were the same name, that is,

"Tolga Dallaire"

Fisher frowned and continued to move forward, passing the largest mountain of corpses in front of him, passing the stench carried by the hot summer wind. In front of him, he suddenly saw a person wearing clothes very similar to the doctor in front of him, holding a notebook and collecting the pus secreted by the patients with rot in some kind of container.

Fisher paused for a moment, watching the doctor wearing a heavy beak mask and a little red hair leaking out of his black robe running around in the epidemic area. He watched the doctor research day after day, fiddling with corpses in a world full of corpse stench and pus.

"Hoo~"

A fishy wind blew, and papers, drafts, and experimental proofs covered with Schwalli's words came flying. The blood-stained manuscripts were covered by the blurred time and years in the dream. Fisher pinched many of the scattered manuscripts and only saw the conclusions, but there were many more, and there were many more processes witnessed by the repeated deaths and the scarred land day after day that he didn't see.

"On the Origin of Dead Rot I·The Origin of Magic"

"On the Origin of Dead Rot II·The Hypothesis of the Origin of Schwalien's Long-tailed Rat Variant"

"Overview of the Origin of Dead Rot·Dead Rot Bacteria"

"Overview of the Prevention and Control of Dead Rot"

"Study on the Antagonism between the Secondary Secretions of Schwalien's Kashi and Pathogens·The Failure Theory"

"The Hypothesis of Spread Inhibition"

"A Letter of Request for Protective Materials for Frontline Medical Staff"

"On the Manufacture of Antiseptics"

"Tolga Antiseptic Theory"

What floated in the wind were sheets of paper with rigorous argument structures and filled with densely packed experimental records and research reports. Each piece and every word on it was written by a person named "Tolga Dallaire" 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 decomposing 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 at the end of the road wearing a black leather coat and wearing a pair of helmets on his head that seemed to be embedded in his head. A strange gentleman with a bird's beak mask on his face. His back was turned to him. He had 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, and the sight of the Mother Goddess, which symbolized the love of the Mother Goddess, disappeared invisible. There is no trace, and in front of the statue of the Mother Goddess, there is a huge cross. On the cross, a red-haired girl wearing linen clothes is nailed. The girl lowered her eyes and had a pious smile on her lips. That's it. He was crucified in front of the statue of the Mother Goddess.

Fisher also 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 it." The idea of ​​carving out the structure layer by layer and finally assembling it together is simple, but it is extremely difficult to complete. "

The fact that Ervind 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 just after he entered 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.

"Miu Zan. You were able to deduce the real source and transmission route of death rot hundreds of years ago, before even the creation of observation magic. You also discovered that secondary derivatives of Cassia grass are effective against death. The inhibitory effect of rot bacteria. Moreover, at that time, you had not received the life replenishment manual. In comparison, what I did was nothing."

Yes, Tolga did not receive the help of the supplementary manual as an unusual prop at that time. At that time, he, like the thousands of beak doctors who fell on the front line, wore a simple beak mask and burned every day. The endless corpses fought against the ubiquitous diseases, summed up the nature and laws of death rot, and created a "panacea" that is still 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. There are never all the sentient beings below who can reach upwards, because the incompatible beings are all sentient beings. The most disgusting thing."

"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. And every time 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 the same Swali history as you. A rare magic master in the world."

"It wasn't until that year when war broke out and death rot spread everywhere. Countless doctors and I were called into the epidemic area to fight the death rot. I have seen too much suffering from death 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 famous medical masters be defeated by epidemics, and their life-long knowledge was spread 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 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 and what we 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 too."

"Ignorance and madness never stopped me. I blocked my sight and hearing, firmly believing that as long as I could find the 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 were wantonly exploited became livestock that took whatever they wanted, animals that were trampled under their feet and despised.”

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 Elizabeth for letting me help her like this in Nali?"

"The conditions for entering the church's slumber 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 unwarranted burden of being executed for resisting rape. There is no church in Kadu, Shivali, or even those small countries that can officially accommodate her to sleep under the seat of the Mother Goddess, and Elizabeth 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 falling on his hands 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 Elizabeth, not Blake. It was ignorance. This is an attribute engraved in the nature of fragile human beings. How the times change, the world No matter how things change, ignorance still drives humans to make mistakes again and again.”

"I do not mean to kneel down to beings of higher rank than us, even gods, but I must climb, as they sang in disasters, to whip and correct their faults with whips, and with 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 slapped 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 were following 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."

"Without the whipping of a blade, the purity of the soul is washed with the testimony of death."

"The punished child is stupid 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 dead rot gradually became louder. At the same time, all the countless flesh and blood were integrated 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. This is also proof that Erwind is only one step away from the mythical level.

The entire dream of Erwin became completely pure and white, as if those dirty, disgusting flesh and dead rot had never existed. In his dream, there were only two simple things, the cross in front of him with his sister's body nailed to it, and the broken statue behind the cross with half of its head damaged so that people could not see the loving sight of the Mother Goddess.

Erwin stood in front of the cross in a thin manner, until a little bit of white cloak, which seemed to be made of the purest light in the world, grew out from his back inch by inch.

"In order to explore the truth and get rid of human ignorance, I should give up ethics, social structure, my body as a human, my name, and my past, and turn what I have gained and what I think into the road to the future."

"Only strength can correct ignorance, and only reason can restrain desire"

The pure white cloak fluttered against the storm and thunder, and Erwin turned his head little by little. He was empty-handed and did not carry any tangible blades or weapons, but he looked at Fisher in front of him quietly like the revelation of the Mother Goddess.

The enemy in front of them had no original name, but was given a noble name because of the terror of its rampage 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 beloved children.

He was the pure 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 number of magic rings in the construction increased little by little, bursting with extremely dangerous colors.

"Hua La La ~"

Following the sound of the white cloak fluttering, the next second, the world was colorless.

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