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
To be continued...