A tall man in black robes is using his magic to watch every move in the palace of Kurona.
Under the black robe, all that was exposed were white bones. Except for some rotten flesh sticking to the gaps between the bones, the man in black robe in front of him was completely a rotten corpse.
He was observing every move in the palace of Kurona very skillfully. He cleverly bypassed the restrictions and seals set up by the Lake God's prophets, thus spying on the outcome of the duel between the White Wolf Knight and the Holy Grail Knight.
But that's all. The man in black robe knew that if he went further, the Lake Goddess and the Lake God's prophets guarding the palace would soon sense his presence.
The man in black robe's undead magic is superb, and his attainments in magic simply surpass the knowledge and limits of wizards in the world. His powerful magic power that transcends thousands of years can easily break through the protection of the palace, but with most of them,
Like the wizard, the man in black robe is also not good at close combat. Once he is surrounded by the Holy Grail Knights, even he will not be able to escape.
"Ah, it's Bichi's number one divine choice, and her divine choice champion." A rotten thick mist spurted out from the rotten and shriveled throat of the man in black robe. Not far from him, a cloth man
The body of a male Retanian noble lay on the ground, his face covered with cockroaches and flies.
"It's not easy to deal with this. I can't fight against the Lake God Witch and the God's Chosen Champion at the same time."
"I need some other method." The man in black robe took out a piece of rotten parchment.
On this day, an earth-shattering discovery was made at the headquarters of the Church of the Goddess of Mercy in Kurona. When a clerk was sorting through a large number of previous files, he suddenly discovered a method for making a specific malaria drug that had been lost hundreds of years ago.
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Curona, Holy Grail Cathedral, inner courtyard.
The flowers in early spring are in full bloom relying on the power of the fairy in the lake. The whole courtyard is covered with flowers, which is so beautiful.
The Witch of the Lake God was wearing a solid-color princess dress with a lace hollow neckline. Her green jade fingers brushed a blooming iris: "You did a good job, Ryan. You let the knights on the other side of the mountain see our strength."
"My Highness, this is my honor, but the kingdom cannot always place its hopes on me alone." Ryan seemed indifferent to this beautiful scenery. He walked through the beautiful courtyard and walked towards the arranged room.
"You don't seem to be satisfied with me arranging you to live here?" Morgiana looked at Ryan's back and said suddenly.
"It would be a lie to say that I am dissatisfied. The living conditions here are no worse than those of the king. All services are provided. I don't think even His Majesty Richard can arrange for two goddesses of the lake to serve me in my daily life." Ryan turned around.
, looking at the beautiful Lake God Witch, smiled and said: "But it's a lie if I say I'm happy. I'm still willing to stay with Mr. Francois and my maid."
"They are all lies. What about your truth?" Morgiana walked behind Ryan and stared at his face with her green eyes, as if she was checking the truth in his words.
"That means I'm both satisfied and dissatisfied. I'm very happy with the way you treat me, but I also sincerely hope that your highness, can you relax your standards a little bit? I'm very grateful." Ryan said half-jokingly.
Morgiana walked up to Ryan, stretched out her hand and pressed it on Ryan's chest: "No, I can only tell you that I can arrange whatever you need, but you must live here during this time."
"Okay, negotiation failed."
Saying goodbye to Morgiana, Ryan opened the door to his room. It was still three or four in the afternoon, not too late. He lived in a luxurious suite with all the imaginable facilities. The only thing that made him unhappy was that
There are always two Lake God prophets watching him in the suite. They do not restrict Ryan's personal freedom, but they will follow Ryan's actions.
After a while, Morgiana seemed to have solved the matter at hand. She held some documents in her hand and pushed the door open without knocking: "Ryan? I have something to discuss with you."
"Okay." Ryan had already changed back to his original aristocratic clothes. Morgiana saw this and sat next to Ryan. The Lake God Witch replaced her white soft boots with a pair of white stilettos and adjusted her skirt.
He moved, revealing a pair of small and slender feet wearing flesh-colored stockings. A stack of thick files was placed in front of Ryan: "Lian, I sent the Holy Grail Knights to collect the remains of the deceased Holy Grail Knights and move them back to the Holy Grail Palace.
They were buried in the church, but there are still some remains of the Holy Grail Knights near Mousilon that have disappeared without a trace."
"How much is the specific number?" Ryan looked at Musilon's map and asked.
"Twelve bodies." Morgiana's expression was full of hatred and anger: "Only in the Cursed Land, a place beyond the reach of that lady and us, can the Red Duke do such a thing that abandons both humans and gods."
Just like what the Fairy of the Lake said, not even her divine power can break through the high walls of Mousilon, and only in that cursed place can the necromancer desecrate the graves of the Holy Grail Knights to his heart's content.
"Even in such a cursed place, the necromancer who can desecrate the tomb of the Holy Grail Knight and transform him into the Black Holy Grail Knight is probably still unimaginably powerful. My Lord, do you know what I am thinking of?" Ryan looked at Kang.
The map of the Dukedom of Nott, which shows the four remaining male (count) counties in this cursed place, as well as the cursed city of Mousilon at the mouth of the river: "I think of the curse on you and...
You were attacked."
Morgiana's eyes shone brightly, and she subconsciously reached out and pressed her hand on her lower abdomen, where the seal set by Ryan was: "You mean..."
"I am a warrior, not a conspirator, nor a wizard. My Lord, I can only think of this." Ryan turned his head, and he found that Morgiana's delicate face was very close to him: "What can you do for me?
Did you tell me?"
"One more thing..." Morgiana leaned against Ryan and whispered something in his ear.
"Understood." Ryan looked at Morgiana with a half-smile. Seeing that he agreed, the Lake God Witch stopped looking at him and immediately ordered the two Lake God prophets: "You guys go out first, Ryan and I have something to do."
Let’s discuss important matters. Unless there is something particularly urgent, you are not allowed to come in.”
"Yes." The Lake God Prophet retreated.
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Night is gradually falling, and there is no curfew in the prosperous Kurona. Recently, as the Knights Conference is approaching, a large number of people have poured into Kurona.
The nobles on the street were bustling and discussing the upcoming knights' meeting.
"Wow, the Knights Conference is about to be held, and I haven't been in the mood to work lately." A slightly fat middle-aged man said.
"Yes, yes! I wonder who has the best chance of winning the Knights Conference this year?" The other person was obviously his companion, and he also picked up the topic with great interest.
"This class? Alas, there are not many outstanding knights in this class. There are only three worth mentioning. I think the winner will be decided among the three."
"Which three?"
"They are Mr. Geoffrey from Anglerton, Earl Renault from Gisoleaux, and Marquise Sulia from Wynford. Among them, I am most optimistic about Marquise Sulia. She
She is the legitimate daughter of His Excellency Duke Francois, the Knight of the Holy Grail. She has practiced spear, sword and equestrian skills since she was a child. It is said that her strength is comparable to that of her brother Julius!"
"Julius, isn't that the last champion?"
"Yes, so I think the winner of this knight's conference must be her!"
The crowd's talk aroused everyone's enthusiastic attention, and soon everyone on the street participated.
But some people were not in the mood to participate in these activities. The bishop of the Goddess of Mercy Church hurried through the streets with a group of people, and several heavy carriages contained precious herbs.
They want to test immediately whether the specific drug for treating malaria is still effective after hundreds of years.
The lights at the headquarters of the Goddess of Mercy were bright, and all the guards and priests gathered together to study medicines. Countless precious medicinal materials were sent to the church headquarters. Everyone sang the name of the goddess of mercy, Salia, and held on tight.
time.
This may be the greatest discovery in hundreds of years. If this specific drug proves useful, then malaria, a terrible infectious disease that has troubled mankind for thousands of years, may be cured! Countless lives will be saved, and the entire
The destiny of the human world will be rewritten!
During the intense experiment, precious medicines were mixed to make a green solution, and then the Archbishop of the Goddess of Mercy, a kind middle-aged woman, directed everyone to continue their work, with a look on her face
It was uncontrollable ecstasy and fanaticism: "Hurry! Hurry!"
Hundreds of years ago, a priest of the Goddess of Mercy discovered a specific medicine for the treatment of malaria in a sanatorium in the empire. However, before he could leave the formula, the entire sanatorium was inexplicably destroyed by fire and burned to ashes.
Even the Goddess of Mercy failed to obtain the formula, leaving only a few records.
And now, the powerful medicine of the past is finally about to see the light of day again!
After the preparation of the potion was completed, the archbishop immediately sent the potion to the intensive care nursing home of the Church of the Goddess of Mercy in the suburbs of Kurona. Under the constant purification by the priest, the special medicine was poured into the mouth of a malaria patient, and then everyone
They are all nervously waiting for the results.
One hour, two hours...
As the patient broke out in a sweat, his body temperature dropped, his spirit recovered, and his appetite returned to normal, earth-shaking cheers erupted in the nursing home. The church pastors knelt down one after another, loudly praising the name of the Lady of Mercy and thanking her for bringing her to the world.
The special medicine is given to mortals to thank her for her great contribution to this world.
This is an epoch-making moment!
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The Warp, the Realm of Chaos, the Realm of Eternity, the Garden of Nurgle, a death paradise of death and disease.
The fluffy flies buzzed and formed dark and thick swarms under the sky. Under the messy canopy of leaves eaten by insects, the rotten tree branches and the vines tightly wrapped around them seemed to grow side by side.
Covering the decaying earth like a tree, fungal plants sprouted like leaves from the mulch covering the forest, and continuously sprayed out choking spores. The half-demon plants shook their stems according to their own frequency, but this was not influenced by
It seems to be caused by the stimulation of solidified air. Bright red, blue, yellow and purple flowers pierce the gloomy atmosphere, and a paradise of joy is spread among the melancholy forest scenery. Various insects that are digging and running are full of bright colors.
Patterned carapace and shining wings. Insects flew briskly along the long embankment of the slow and turbid river, and in the rustle of the reeds, they whispered the name of the popular sepsis spread by the great Nurgle in the mortal world;
Or mourn those who are doomed to die by their creators.
Nurgle, the god of corruption and disease, one of the four evil gods of Chaos, is busy in his residence. This building is dilapidated and ancient, but its foundation is always solid. The residence is covered with creeping poison ivy and thick
Moss, cracked windows and splintered stones compete with rusty bronze for space, rusted iron frames and moss-covered lintels compete to outdo each other with their corrupting charm.
Nurgle toils beneath these crumbling walls, his massive body swollen with decay and emitting an unbearable stench. His skin is green, necrotic leathery, covered in pus-filled ulcers.
, swollen sores and teeming with parasites. Nurgle's pulsing organs were filled with putrid excrement, spurting out through the cracks in his superficial skin and hanging on his body as if he were covered with disgusting fruits.
From these organs erupted hordes of miniature Nurgle, which fed and sucked the disgustingly rich juices of Nurgle's putrid guts like Grandpa.
The evil god is holding a big spoon and stirring it in a huge crucible that is larger than its body. With every stir of Nurgle's maggot-covered ladle, a new disease is created.
to destroy the mortal world.
The rotten hand scooped up part of the horrific mixture and put it into his cave-like mouth, tasting the fruits of his labor. Nurgle was saying to himself: "Not enough, not enough, these are not enough, damn Isa, will
I, the great work, disappears into nothingness, and I want more, more powerful."
A group of Nurgle demons were surrounding Nurgle, shouting loudly about how powerful this result would be and how many souls it could take away before the gods of order could react.
"Huh?" Nurgle suddenly raised his head and noticed something: "There are humans... There are humans who have discovered a new drug. They want to solve it. It is one of my most proud works."
"Not allowed!" Nurgle suddenly raised his cauldron.
Countless Nurgle demons felt their master's order, and they roared and rushed into Nurgle's cauldron. Hundreds of demons were melted into slurry by the boiling mixture. Even so, countless Nurgle demons were still coming from the cauldron.
They came from all directions and kept rushing into the cauldron.
"Go!" The cauldron turned over, and the terrifying mixture poured towards the main material plane, turning into a yellow-green torrent.
"The mortals who are backward and reject civilization, enjoy my gifts!"