It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 243: The land-cleansing magic is here. The secret will last forever! (Ye Meng Bing Ten Thousand Rewards Additional Update 5)
Chapter 243: The land-cleansing magic is here. The secret will last forever! (Ye Meng Bing Ten Thousand Rewards Additional Update 5)
The great magician of the prophecy department ran out with his robe in hand. In the conference room, several other review committee members looked at each other and fell silent.
The star dome on the top of the Tower of Babel is equipped with two powerful magic arrays, which use the year-round strong winds from the Igor Peak and the lightning that shines in the clouds for two hundred days a year as their energy sources. Looking up at the sky, the sky changes.
, the four seasons, stars, planets, comets, and meteors are all reflected in the magic circle;
The other one overlooks the earth. With Nevis Peak as the center, the Arctic Icefield, the Western Continent, and the Eastern Wave Ocean, all kinds of changes are fed back into the magic circle, making it easier for the Magic Council to monitor the movements of the powerful.
Normally, the magic circle covers the entire kingdom, and the mage towers are clearly visible, and some powerful light spots can be seen thousands of miles outside the kingdom. This range is enough to give a warning and will not allow experts to reach the border silently.
And at the moment of need, with the joint support of legendary mages and many great magicians, the display range of the magic circle will be extremely expanded. Even the orc kingdom to the west and the new continent at the end of the Waves Ocean can be vaguely displayed in the magic circle.
Look at the outline.
Now, the legendary mage who presides over the Star Dome calls for help, and a large-scale spell reaction...
where is it?
What kind of large-scale spell?
Who started it?
"I'm going to the Mystic Lock."
The jury members of the Conjuration Department stood up in a hurry.
If it is an enemy, if it is a large-scale spell launched thousands of miles away to attack Igor Peak, then the prophecy system will issue an early warning, and the mystery lock will have to be adjusted accordingly. Although there is a 15th-level ** master who presides over it daily, and a legendary master will take care of it,
It would be better for him to be more knowledgeable and go there as soon as possible to wait for orders.
As soon as he left, several review committee members from the protection department, transformation department, illusion department, etc. left in a hurry. Old Sam stayed at the last one, and before leaving, he took a deep look at Gretel:
"No matter what, your laboratory's weak protection is also an important reason for this accident.
——You'd better think carefully about how to strengthen the protection, how to prevent the leakage of plague seeds, and how to solve it if it is really leaked. Come up with a complete plan, which will also facilitate the review meeting."
I just need a copy of laboratory management methods, oh, it's called the "Regulations on Biosafety Management of Pathogenic Microorganism Laboratories", and a copy of regulations related to the prevention and control of infectious diseases?
This is not a difficult task. The spread of bacterial culture methods should have included these. Otherwise, if he really gets meningitis in three days and smallpox in two days, he will not be able to survive...
Gretel nodded in agreement. He watched Old Sam close the door and leave. He took out a stack of papers with one hand and the [Endless Ink Pen] from his breast pocket with the other hand. He looked around and dragged his chair to the edge of the long table.
, he spread out the paper at the long table dedicated to the committee members, half-written and half-copied, and began to write.
The conference room was temporarily quiet. The hall on the top floor of the Babel Tower, known as the "Star Dome", was a lively scene.
The legendary mage of the prophecy department, Mrs. Endor, was dressed in black gauze. She held the crystal ball high in her hands and stood tremblingly in the center. With her as the center, twelve great magicians were either holding crystal balls or holding spirits.
Standing equidistantly apart, or holding a scepter studded with gems, forming a perfect circle.
A group of people concentrated on chanting incantations, and twelve rays of light shot out from the magic props, focusing on Lady Endor's crystal ball.
The crystal ball shone brightly. The magic circle on the ground also lit up, from small to large, from hazy to clear. Immediately, someone lay down to observe and record:
"40 degrees south by east!"
"Distance - between the eighth and ninth rings!"
"Spell power - 10357! 10359! 10461! 10578!"
"The fluctuating nature of the spell, divine magic!"
The faces of the great magicians in the hall were serious. The magic circle on the star dome, with the Igor Peak as the origin and the farthest point of the kingdom's land as the end point, was divided into three rings. Using this as a standard, it was rolled out circle by circle.
Between the eighth and ninth rings, 40 degrees east of south——
It is the Holy City taught by the Lord of Glory!
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh. The light doors of teleportation opened one after another, and legendary mages walked out of the light doors with serious faces. They gathered around the magic circle, lowered their heads, and stared at the void and reality in the magic circle.
The expanding white light spot keeps measuring, calculating, and estimating.
"The space barrier has no fluctuations."
"The range is not concentrated enough, it doesn't look like a single-target magic."
"There hasn't been much movement in the east recently, right?"
"Yes, it's further east. It's winter. It's possible that the orc kingdom will send out a large-scale army to grab food. It's unlikely that a single person will attack the church city."
"What about the vampires?"
"That old guy has been asleep recently, so he shouldn't cause trouble. Other than him, no one else deserves such a big fuss."
"The intensity is still rising! 11143, 12056! So fast!"
"What do they want to do? A big wish-making spell? So sudden? Is there any news about our hidden people over there?"
"No - with such a big movement, Anzi had better not move, it would be too easy to be discovered."
Eagle Peak is two thousand miles southeast.
City of Glory, City of Miracles.
The Pope was wearing a white robe and a golden crown on his head, and he flew over the Glorious Cathedral. On the left and right sides, at the top of the two towers of the church, a high-ranking priest was half-kneeling on each side. Together with the Pope flying in mid-air, they formed a perfect composition.
made a triangle.
One of the two people was wearing a red robe, and the other was wearing a black robe. The man in red robe held a sword, and the man in black robe held a big open book. With their heads lowered, they followed the Pope's voice and prayed in unison:
"Great Lord of Glory, you are the Lord of heaven and earth, you are the true God who created all things. We were born with your love and grace, and grew up with your upbringing and blessings. You are the greatest, you are the supreme
, You are the Most Holy, You are the Most Compassionate. May You look at us, bless us, and purify us..."
In the square of the Glory Cathedral, thousands of clergymen, dressed in white, prostrated themselves on the ground, singing along. The grand prayers echoed between heaven and earth, getting higher and farther.
As they prayed, a sacred and majestic power slowly emerged, falling from the high sky, covering the glorious city.
In the Glory City, priests, holy knights, magistrates, and ordinary believers all put down what they were doing, walked out of their homes, and lay down on the ground. Even patients who were seriously ill and unable to get up struggled to get out of bed and tried to crawl.
Outside the door, an inexplicable divine touch seized their hearts. They shed tears and prayed in unison:
"The Supreme and Holy Lord of Glory——"
The light on the top of the cathedral is getting stronger and stronger. The Pope is holding a golden disk in his hand. His whole body seems to be immersed in the light, or melted by the holy light. If someone looks down from a high altitude at this time, they may be shocked.
At the wonders never seen before:
The upper part of the City of Glory is white and crystal clear, spotless. The priests and warriors are all covered in glittering brilliance, as if the kingdom of heaven has come to earth;
In the lower part, there was black water flowing across it, and it was unspeakably filthy. Each believer wore dirty robes, either luxurious or ragged, but they all struggled and fell on the road, with withered faces and twisted fingers.
The further you go down, the more filthy and smelly you get. The brilliance penetrates the city, penetrating through the slums of the slums. Under the dilapidated roofs, twisted, limp, and lifeless corpses are all as dry as mummies.
The light continued to shine. Churches, houses, soil, and sewers were as transparent as this light that penetrated everything. At the edge of the Holy City, in the sewer near the river bank, a skeleton threw itself at the table and wrote the last word:
"...the mystery remains forever!"
He stuffed the paper scroll into the mouth of a skull. The skull's eyes, nostrils, and three gems shone at the same time. The paper scroll disappeared without a trace. The next moment, a snow-white light swept over the skull, paper and pen, tables and chairs, and the skull, like
Boiling soup and splashing snow melted away in an instant.
And this brilliance brushed across every inch of the Holy City. Under the eaves, in the ditches, and in the mud, black steam surged up, and then disappeared in the light. The cause of this plague was determined by the Pope’s wholehearted efforts.
In the sound of prayer, under the large-scale magical power that concentrated the power of the entire holy city, it finally disappeared.
Everyone, whether they have just contracted the disease or are dying, whether they are blind or have both legs broken, everyone who still has one breath left has returned to his healthiest and most perfect state under the illumination of the holy light.
state.
Full of joy, they praised loudly:
"Great Lord of Glory, you are the eternal holiness and the only light..."
The brilliance of divine magic lasted from morning to noon, and from noon to evening, and finally converged. The pope slowly flew down and slowly walked in surrounded by high-level clergymen. On the top of the Babel Tower, the magic circle monitored the results.
, also reported one by one:
"The readings are starting to drop!"
"5287!4016!2179!"
"There is no high-energy spell reaction in the surrounding area!"
"Ruling out the possibility of attacking the parliament!"
"Alert lifted!"
The magicians involved in the surveillance breathed a sigh of relief. Mrs. Endor put down the crystal ball and said in a hoarse voice:
"Thank you for your hard work..."
It was a false alarm. The legendary mages each stepped aside to gather and prepare for emergencies. In other words, the members of the jury who were joining in the fun also exited the Star Dome one after another. A group of people gathered at the elevator entrance, waiting to go down, and they couldn't help but start talking.
:
"...So, what exactly is going on?"
"I don't know. Are they crazy?"
"Cleaning the ground? Rooting out spies? It shouldn't happen. Is there a traitor inside? Is there a split?"
"For such a large-scale divine art, the pope will be replaced next year, right?"
"I wonder if the orcs will take the opportunity to fight..."
The magicians were gossiping, but they were no better than ordinary people. They were chattering in this way, and the more they talked, the more nonsense they became. Suddenly, the elevator door opened with a ding, and a bone bird flew out and hit the necromancer from the jury.
.
The black-robed mage silently opened a bird rib and took out the message inside the bird's belly. His skinny fingers unfolded the scroll, his lips moved, and he read silently line by line:
"A plague is prevalent in the holy city. First the poor, then the apprentices, then the priests and deputies. Vomiting and diarrhea, the stench is overwhelming, the dead have withered faces and shriveled skin. One person is sick, and it spreads throughout the family. If one person is cured, three people will be sick.
Two people were saved, and ten were sick. In ten days, fifty-six out of ten civilians died, and twenty-three out of ten deputies fell ill."
After the straight and flowing handwriting, there are two lines of information, obviously scribbled in hastily:
"The Pope activates [Holy Radiance]. The mystery will last forever!"
The black-robed mage silently clenched the scroll. He turned his head and looked to the southeast, as if he saw the loyal skeleton lurking in the sewers for decades, reduced to ashes by a large-scale magic. He silently walked into the elevator, and
The colleagues descended to the 120th floor together, and finally touched Old Sam on the right and handed over the note.
"It seems that what the spy stole has been accounted for."
Several heads came together to take a look. The transformation master couldn't help but sigh:
"It's Little Grete's fault again... By the way, where is this kid?"
"It seems I left him in the office..." Old Sam walked forward quickly. From morning to evening, they ate and drank on the top floor. Little Gretel didn't know if anyone was taking care of him... again in the name of interrogation.
He was brought here, no one would bring him lunch, right?
Old Sam walked quickly and took a few steps. The conference room was quiet and there was no movement at all. He stretched out his hand to push the door open, but stopped suddenly before his palm touched the door.
"Shh!"
(My favorite in this chapter is the nameless skeleton...