Did you protect everyone?

Police Leopard, you are so powerful!

There are no large, ferocious beasts in Ore Town, so when the first batch of immigrants landed on the island, every household raised domestic cats that could prevent and control rodent pests. Over time, a number of stray cats inevitably emerged.

The two big gray cats have become the leaders of the town's cat tribe at some point, and they have unknowingly formed such a large team. Recently, they have been missing from play every night, and they lazily catch up on their sleep during the day. Unexpectedly,

Did such a thing happen?

There are about thirty of these furry little things in total. At this time, they form a team and transform into brave warriors waving their claws.

Strangely, the misty paper-man-like evil spirits seemed to be really afraid of the sharp teeth and claws of cats. Where the evil spirits that were closer were scratched by wild cats, the mist that made up their bodies collapsed into mist, and they were unable to move for a long time.

The evil spirits that were further away, now aware of the threat, began to shift from gathering to spreading, swaying erratically around their bodies in the mist.

"Yeah!"

I was overjoyed to see the cats making great achievements. After the battle, the two police leopards ran back to me, exposed the fur on their necks and rubbed against my calves as if to take credit.

I rubbed their fur, and then the leopard ran away again, majestically using its front paws to attack the hundreds of evil spirits that were approaching in the pasture.

"Marcus, it's not time to be happy yet..."

Father Carter poked me in the back with a solemn expression and said warily.

"Why? The situation is obviously not a small good, but a great one!"

The unscrupulous priest said: "Look at the behavior of those cats... look carefully..."

I carefully observed it for a while and found something not quite right.

The group of cats of different colors seemed to be brave when attacking, and each blow left indelible marks on the evil spirits. However, the rolling fog clouds did not dissipate and disappear, but gradually condensed into a chaotic mist, spending a lot of time.

It takes a lot of time to regenerate the form of the evil spirit.

But after the attack, the cat's body, which was moving easily, was covered with a layer of gray gas, its movements when it landed became slightly stiffer, and its howling sound was a little weaker.

It can be seen that cats who can deal with evil spirits are not as powerful as I thought. If there is no way to completely expel evil spirits, then the cat will inevitably end in defeat in this war of attrition.

The two cheetahs were still rushing forward and back, just like the hunting style when I first saw them. Maybe they were strong, so the impact of the gray fog was not that great, and they were still fighting on the front line.

"This is not like an evil spirit that humans have degenerated into. It is already similar to a contagious evil spirit... Apparently they are just ordinary dead people in appearance? What kind of torture did they suffer before their individual thinking was wiped out? The aggregation into

The existence of such evil..."

After some observations, Father Carter couldn't help but sigh. He clasped his hands on his chest and prayed with his eyes closed. His posture was more focused than when he was sleeping in the confessional.

These miners were attracted by unknown forces and disappeared into the hot spring mines, leaving no trace for decades.

It seems that these poor people struggled in the dark for a long time, wearing down their feet, digging out their fingers, breaking their bones, and maybe even buckled their eyeballs due to seeing something indescribable, but they never found it.

Redemption is the way to escape suffering...

After this terrible torture, they have long blurred the concept of death, and cannot distinguish between you and me in their consciousness. Only the purest thought is left: they want to leave!

And today's changes in the pasture are like lighting up a bright lamp in the dark night, attracting moths that fly madly, rushing towards this land persistently...

"Carter, if according to what you said, the changes here are due to the influence of the magic mirror fragments? Then why didn't such a problem happen in the past few months? Even in the past few days, everything was fine? Until today?"

I suddenly remembered this question? I asked quickly.

Father Carter nervously looked at the fog-like evil spirit in the distance, "The spread of twisted pollution also takes time. Although there have been changes in the past few months, ordinary people can't feel it at all... At most, everyone is unwilling to get close at night...

…”

He swallowed, "Also, there seems to be something unusual about you, which is accelerating this change all the time... Did you wear an amulet two days ago? Otherwise, you would have died long ago!"

"Bah, bah, bah! It's unlucky, I should say that I could have given everyone a living in the underworld two days ago."

I thought about it seriously. The unusual things on my body must be the product of magic, right?

So colonist systems and portable reactors must be ruled out first - although these two things are not very Newtonian, they may be very Einstein-Bohr?

The biggest hidden danger must be the memetic imprint of the "Final Disaster" on my body! These beings appearing tonight are obviously related to the memetic crisis of that year, and it makes sense that they would find them here by smell.

But meme engraving doesn’t happen in a day or two, so why did it break out tonight?

... Could it be that it has something to do with me taking off the ring and giving it to Mrs. Lilia?

Damn it, when I think about it, something really doesn’t feel right!

When the Mirror of Death tried to harm me for the first time, it seemed that "Namo Gatling Bodhisattva" protected me from the turbulence in space.

Later, the "Lord of Light" injected the unique light of origin into the ring, turning Mr. Rhodes' old copper ring into an exclusive artifact.

As we all know, "Namo Gatling Bodhisattva" is equal to the "King of Light", "Zhonghuang Taiyi", "Wuji Old Mother", and many other strange identities.

It is entirely possible that existences of this level could suppress the changes in this land, just like the original gods suppressed the evil spirits that spread across the continent.

And when I gave the ring away tonight, there was naturally no protection, and the changes in the land naturally grew crazily in the atmosphere of the "final disaster"...

…………

I described the shape of the ring. After hearing this, Father Carter immediately looked shocked.

"The ring in Rhode's hand was in your hand before?! It was a holy relic given to him by the Holy See. It is a jewelry that a spiritual child carries for life. It can resolve all distortions and pollution!"

I really want to say that you are mistaken. The Rhodes I saw is not the Rhodes you mentioned. Although they have similar looks, similar experiences, and identical personalities, this Rhodes is not that Rhodes, and this ring is not that one.

ring……

But after thinking about it for a long time, I still couldn't figure out how to express it in words, so thousands of words were condensed into one sentence.

"Yes."

"...For today's plan, only by getting that ring back can you suppress the changes here again. Although the holy relic is ancient, the power inside it must not be underestimated."

I nodded: "Well, what you said makes sense. So how do you plan to get out?"

Father Carter was stunned.

Breaking out? No kidding.

"Well... the pollution on evil spirits is corrosive, especially the existence that is close to evil spirits... If you enter the poisonous mist rashly, you may be sucked into the twisted world... so you can't let residents get close...

"

I asked: "Then why can these cats be touched?"

Father Carter patiently explained: "Cats are born with psychic properties. As early as the primitive religious orders, they began to worship the cat god who communicates with the underworld. They are using their psychic instinct to touch and expel these evil spirits. But there is no such thing.

The Holy See's secret techniques and alchemical products cannot kill them. Instead, they will be slowly affected by distortion and pollution, turning into voodoo corpses..."

I looked at him with disappointment, and planned to educate the priest, "Okay, okay, I've been listening to you for a long time about the secrets of alchemy and the Vatican's technology, and my ears have become numb. But in the end, you're just giving me

If you find an excuse for yourself and really put it to use, the Vatican will be worse than a few cats..."

As soon as I said this, Father Carter looked at me angrily and said sternly: "This is slander! You can question the Holy Spirit Church, but you absolutely cannot question me! Please take back what you just said immediately!"

Haha, the method of stimulating generals works wonders!

Sure enough, you have to use some skills to deal with such a sneaky guy...

Hey, hey, pause here, why is there something wrong with that sentence just now...

I thought about it for a moment and immediately sprayed it back.

"You are the one who should retract your remarks, right? What kind of honor are you defending? Please apologize to the entire church!"

Father Carter immediately smiled guiltily and said: "I'm sorry, I was so anxious that I said what I really meant... Oh no, I said it wrong... but my meaning is the same!"

He patted his chest and said: "I'm helpless now. It's just because I came here in a hurry and didn't prepare the alchemy materials! If you give me the materials to restrain the mutation, I can definitely..."

I looked at him doubtfully, "Then what kind of materials do you need? With your hands empty now, even if you have the materials, you can only stare at it, right? Is it possible that the priests of your Holy See bring a whole blacksmith shop with them when they go out to exorcise demons?"

?”

I only heard that the priest was good at smelting copper, but I never heard that he was also a good alchemist...

The priest blushed and defended: "Who would lead a blacksmith shop to exorcise demons? We are not running a circus!"

He took off a gorgeous necklace for decoration from his priest's robe, and raised it to my eyes, "Look clearly, what is this!"

Due to the dim lighting, I could only see a bright crimson gem inlaid in the hollow decoration made of gold. Even the chilly wind, cold rain, and the horrifying scene of howling ghosts and wolves could not take away the beautiful brilliance contained in the gem.

"What is this?" I asked.

Carter shook the gorgeous necklace. This time, I actually saw a trace of ripples in the gemstone caused by shaking...

Is this a liquid?!

Carter said proudly: "What is hidden under the transparent diamond shell is the supreme product of alchemy and pharmacy, the ultimate treasure that can reconstruct all matter at will, the star of dreams that turns stone into gold - the Philosopher's Stone!"

What? The Philosopher's Stone!

Is your Holy See still secretly conducting human body refining?!

Father Carter certainly didn’t know the reason for my surprise, but when he saw my dumbfounded look, he said: “The outside world has always thought that the Philosopher’s Stone is a kind of stone. In fact, the Philosopher’s Stone that has been purified through alchemical processing is this kind of pomegranate.

A stone-colored liquid. With it, it only takes one drop to complete the alchemical transformation and quickly fight against chaos and distortion. Unfortunately, I don’t have a medium like mercury stone that can fight against distortion and pollution..."

"No, maybe I have a way..."

I said.
To be continued...