Chapter 246 The Land-Cleansing Magic Is Here. The Secret Remains Forever! (Night Dream Bing Ten Thousand Rewards Plus 5 Updates)
The great magician of the prophecy department ran out with his robe in hand. In the conference room, several other review 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, using the year-round strong wind from the top of Igor Peak and the lightning that shines in the clouds for two hundred days a year as energy sources. Looking up at the sky, the sky changes, the seasons pass, stars, planets, comets, and meteors are all reflected in the magic array;
The other 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 envelopes the entire kingdom, and the wizard towers are clearly visible, and some powerful light spots can be seen thousands of miles outside the kingdom. This range is enough of a warning to prevent experts from reaching 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 seen in the magic circle.
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 make emergency adjustments accordingly. Although there is a level 15 archmage who presides over it daily and a legendary master who will take care of it, he still knows better and goes there as soon as possible to wait for orders.
As soon as he left, several review committee members from the protection department, transformation department, and illusion department left in a flurry. Old Sam stayed at the last one. 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 plague seeds from leaking, and how to solve the problem if it is really leaked. Presenting a complete plan will also facilitate the review meeting. "
I just want 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 been included. Otherwise, if he really gets meningitis in three days and smallpox in two days, he won't be able to survive...
Grete 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, dragged his chair to the edge of the long table, spread out the paper on the long table dedicated to committee members, half-written, 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 without wind. She held the crystal ball high in her hands and stood tremblingly in the center. With her as the center, twelve great magicians stood equidistantly apart, forming a perfect circle, either holding crystal balls, pendulums, or holding gem-encrusted scepters.
The group was rapt. Chanting the incantation, twelve rays of light shot out from the magic props and focused on Lady Endor's crystal ball.
The crystal ball shines brightly. The magic array 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!"
"The distance - between the eighth and ninth rings!"
"Spell strength - 10357! 10359! 10461! 10578!"
"The fluctuating nature of the spell, divine magic!"
The faces of all the great magicians in the hall were serious. The magic circle on the Star Dome is divided into three rings, with the Igor Peak as the origin and the farthest point of the kingdom's land as the end point. Using this as a standard, push it out circle by circle, between the eighth and ninth rings, at a position of 40 degrees south by east——
Exactly, 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 ethereal and expanding white light spots in the magic circle, constantly measuring, calculating, and estimating.
"There is no fluctuation in the space barrier."
"The range is not concentrated enough. It is not 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 attack to grab food, but 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 probably won'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 wishing spell? So sudden? Is there any news about our hidden people over there?"
"No - there is such a big movement, An Zi had better not move, it will be too easy to be discovered."
Eagle Peak is two thousand miles southeast.
City of Glory, City of Miracles.
The Pope, dressed in white robes and wearing a golden crown, flew over the Glorious Cathedral. On the left and right sides, at the top of the two tall towers of the church, a high-ranking priest is half-kneeling on each side. and the Pope flying in mid-air, forming 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 holds a sword, and the man in black robe holds a large open book. We lowered our heads, 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 by your love and grace, and grew up by your nurture and blessing. You are the greatest, you are the highest , You are the Most Holy, You are the Most Merciful. May You look at us, bless us, and cleanse us..."
In the square of the Glorious Cathedral, thousands of clergymen, dressed in white, prostrated themselves on the ground and sang along. The majestic 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 City of Glory, priests, holy knights, magistrates, and ordinary believers all put down what they were doing, walked out of their homes, and fell on the ground. Even patients who were seriously ill and unable to get out of bed still struggled to get out of bed and crawled out of the door. An inexplicable divine touch captured their hearts. They shed tears and prayed in unison:
"The Supreme and Holy Lord of Glory——"
The light on the top of the cathedral was getting stronger and stronger. The Pope was holding a golden disk in his hand, and his whole body seemed 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 by the strange sight they have never seen before:
The upper half of the Glory City is white and crystal clear, spotless. Priests and warriors, everyone is covered with glittering brilliance, just like the kingdom of heaven coming to earth;
In the lower half, there was black water flowing across it, making it unspeakably filthy. Each of the believers 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 continues to shine. Churches, houses, soil, and sewers are as transparent as this light that penetrates everything. At the very edge of the Holy City, in the sewer near the river bank, a skeleton jumped to the table and wrote the last word:
"...the mystery remains forever!"
He stuffed the scroll into the mouth of a skull. The skull's eyes, nostrils, and three gems shine at the same time. The paper scroll disappeared without a trace, and the next moment, snow-white light swept over, and the skeleton, paper and pen, tables and chairs, and skulls melted away instantly like boiling soup and snow.
And this brilliance swept over every inch of the Holy City. Under the eaves, in the ditches, and in the mud, black steam surged up and disappeared in the light. The cause of this plague finally disappeared under the Pope's wholehearted prayer and the large-scale magical power that concentrated the power of the entire Holy City.
Everyone, whether they have just contracted the disease or are dying, whether they are blind or have both legs broken, all those who still have one breath left can return to their 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 walked slowly inside surrounded by high-ranking clergymen. On the top of the Babel Tower, the monitoring results of the magic array were 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..."
A false alarm. The legendary mages took separate steps, and the members of the jury who had gathered to stand by and prepare for emergencies, or rather join 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?"
"Clear the ground? Get rid of the spies? It shouldn't happen. Is there a traitor inside? Is there a split?"
"For such a large-scale divine art, the pope will have to be replaced next year, right?"
"I wonder if the orcs will take the opportunity to fight..."
When magicians gossip, they are no better than ordinary people. He was rambling here and there, and the more he talked, the more nonsense he talked about. Suddenly, the elevator door opened with a ding, and a bone bird flew out and hit the necromancer in the jury.
The black-robed mage silently opened a bird rib and took out the message inside the bird's belly. Skinny fingers unfolded the scroll, lips moved, and silently read line by line:
"The 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. One person is cured, and three people are 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 that are obviously hastily scribbled on:
"The Pope activates [Holy Radiance]. The mystery will last forever!"
The black-robed mage silently held the scroll tightly. He turned his head and looked to the southeast, as if he saw the loyal skeleton that had been lurking in the sewers for decades, reduced to ashes by a large-scale magical spell. He walked into the elevator in silence and descended to the 120th floor with his colleagues. Finally he touched Old Sam on his 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 great mage of the Change Department 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... He was brought here under the pretext of interrogation, so no one would bring him lunch, right?
Old Sam walked quickly. The conference room was quiet and there was no movement at all. He reached out to push the door open, but stopped before his palm touched the door.
"Shh!"
(My favorite in this chapter is the nameless skeleton...
The secret remains forever! )
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