Chapter 372 Mammon’s whereabouts, Famula’s memories, climbing the Moon River (7K)

Jiandong Castle.

In the study, Yeats examined a cluster of golden flames burning in his palm, thoughtfully.

The sulfur flame inherited from "Judgement Apostle Uriel" has the effect of restraining evil spirits and can suppress the curse of the Plague Lord to a certain extent.

The problem is that the cause of this plague cannot be completely determined.

If the plague ravaging the Grand Duchy of Lucia is really related to the curse of the [Plague Lord].

Then, there must be "people of the plague" in the principality.

The so-called plague people are followers of the [Lord of Plagues].

They regard epidemics and plagues as symbols of life, and believe that diseases, regardless of the good or evil, beauty or ugliness of human beings, eradicate all inequalities, which is a manifestation of God's mercy.

The Plague People aim to spread the disease and are wanted and hunted down in any kingdom. However, the underground secret sect led by the Plague People continues to suppress them.

In the original plot, there was a plague-ridden man named 'The Imperva'. He lived in the dark depths of the underground, feeding on all kinds of debris and filth. He believed that despair was the essence of life and that the world should embrace it. pain.

Players need to hand over a prop called 'Golden Shit' to 'The Ichor' and listen to him expound on the concepts of decay and depravity. Due to the plot, this character is also called 'Gourmet Old Man' by players. eight'.

No matter where you go, the stench and poisonous gas released by the pus-eater will cause plague and disease in the surrounding area.

This abandoned baby, who was thrown into the sewers by his aristocratic parents because of his ugly appearance since childhood, managed to survive by embracing the plague lord's hotbed, and eventually died in the hands of the 'Immortal Sword' Phoenix.

"Phoenix also appeared in the Grand Duchy of Lucia...could this be a plot between him and the Ichor?"

Yeats frowned slightly, unable to determine the timeline and plot direction for a while.

But for sure, this is a clue worth digging into.

Due to lack of skills, he could not find out the culprit of this epidemic while participating in the Lunar Trial. Yeats pondered for a moment, and a figure flashed in his mind.

Crane Doyle.

It’s the turn of ‘Death’ to appear!

In the high-end reception room, the luxurious crystal chandelier releases a faint light, reflecting the mahogany furniture and oil paintings on the wall.

Dong Dong——

The door knocked, and the detective in a trench coat opened the door and walked in. With a pipe in his mouth, his eyes scanned the room and settled on the man behind the handmade writing desk.

Adventurers Guild, President, Anthony.

"Please sit down, Mr. Crane,"

Anthony has white temples and a well-tailored black suit. The scars on his face add to the solemnity. He whispered:

"How is the matter handled?" 
Klan silently took out the package from his arms, placed it on Anthony's desk, and said:

"Here is a list of suspicious members of the Ghost Society, people suspected of being related to the God of Greed. I recorded it all..."

"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Crane, please sit down."

Anthony was not in a hurry to get the package. He folded his hands on his chest, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and his weather-beaten face flashed across A hint of softness.

"I deeply apologize for making you do something that was against your will, but I think you should know that it is a just act for us to investigate the followers of the devil in the world."

gram Lan was holding a pipe in her mouth, her eyes looking complicated in the hazy smoke. He took a deep breath and sighed:

“I also didn’t expect that the Ghost Society would be started by believers of the God of Greed. The purpose was to form an intelligence network across the human continent and provide services to hell. Provides useful information..."

Thinking of this, Crane suddenly felt guilty. When he dragged Yeats into the Ghost Society, he never expected that this would happen.

Recently, I accepted the commission from President Anthony and dug into the background of the founder of the Ghost Society, only to discover that the widow who claimed to be the 'Earl's Widow' was most likely Mammon in the world. A disguise.

“Mammon is the most treacherous among demons. She often transforms into human form and confuses people with wealth and power.” Anthony frowned deeply, “In the water city of Veneto, businessmen actually regarded Mammon as a The God of Wealth comes to worship, this It's simply...a great blasphemy!"

Hearing the word blasphemy, Crane was a little confused and said:

"Mr. Anthony, I remember that you neither believe in the gods nor the gods. Don’t believe in the Holy See? ”

The legendary demon hunter in front of him was from the Wolf School. He had single-handedly killed powerful demons that broke into the material realm from the hell plane. He was a figure who covered the sky with one hand in the entire continent.

The demon hunter team headed by Zero of the Wolf School, which has been in the limelight recently, may not be able to catch a single move if they meet Anthony.

For such a powerful figure, there is no divine blessing in the soul realm. He relies entirely on his tempered body and combat skills to reach the top of the continent, which really makes Crane admire him.

The white-haired old man was silent for a long time and said slowly:

"Religion is a poison used by the weak to numb themselves... Since God is omnipotent, why should he help those as weak as ants? Human? ”

"In the final analysis, the only person humans can rely on is themselves."

Anthony paused for a moment, and a complex light flashed across his deep eyes.

“And people have innate justice and virtue——

“The kind of justice deepest in the human heart is what I have been pursuing, and what I am most worried about being obliterated and tarnished. ..."

"Power, wealth, and material desires will obliterate people's pursuit of justice. ”

Anthony's eyes gradually became sharp:

"So, I will fight the God of Greed until He returns to hell and no longer appears in the material realm!"

"Listen It's not easy to get up, Mr. Anthony," Crane said with a wry smile. Keeping humans from falling into the trap of material desire is like keeping a bird from pecking the grains of rice in a cage. Besides..."

Klan looked around at the luxurious furnishings around him, stopped what he was going to say, and said to himself that the rich man, Talking about preventing human beings from falling into the trap of material desires is not convincing at all!

As if he had penetrated Crane’s thoughts, Anthony said calmly:

"The reason why I bought these luxury goods is because there are a large number of craftsmen who need to survive on my consumption. I don't need them, but they need me."

Klan choked on his words and smacked his pipe. , silent.

"In short, I have accepted this information, and the bounty will be paid to you later..."

Anthony shook the package wrapped in brown paper in his hand and said:

"Wait until October, if you have time, please make another trip to the Kingdom of Roland on the other side of the strait to track down clues about the devil..."

"I suspect that there will also be followers of the Demon God at this knights conference."

Anthony said solemnly.

The old man does not belong to any camp and pursues the so-called justice in his own way.

Klan stood up, took off his hat in greeting, and showed respect... This is a warrior who hates evil, a warrior who will never stoop even before gods and demons.

"Understood." Crane said.

"By the way, Yeats, Duke of Honeysuckle, is he also a member of the Ghost Society?" Anthony asked.

"Yes, I invited him at the beginning, but I didn't expect that he would be involved in the case related to Mammon." Crane said helplessly, "I'm already thinking about what to do I apologized to him."

Anthony's vicissitudes of life curved up, and his tone was filled with undisguised approval.

“Yeats Brondi was an idealist. Worldly power was not worth mentioning to him. As for what he was pursuing, what exactly was it...I would know sooner or later.” 
Standing up, Anthony put on a hood, shook his clothes and said: "I'll give it to you, Mr. Crane."

"No need to send you off, Mr. Anthony. If there are clues related to the God of Greed, I will report to you as soon as possible."

Out of the room, the cold wind hit, Crane stood in the dimly lit street and glanced The kerosene street lamp flickering on and off, 'thorny' He struck a match, lit his pipe, took a deep breath, and muttered:

"If you don't learn fire magic, it's really troublesome to bring a box of matches when you go out..."

At this time, in the realm of creation, , invisible message fluctuations came from the magic network.

Klan received the SMS technique and looked surprised, saying:

"Yeats? What's the matter so late?"

"That's right, Mr. Crane..."

Yeats said that a plague broke out in the Grand Duchy of Lucia, and he needed someone to help track down the culprit. The situation was roughly explained to Crane.

This trip is very dangerous. It requires going deep into a plague-ridden city. Logically speaking, friends should not be exposed to danger.

But Crane’s ability to collect intelligence was exactly what Yeats needed, so Yeats still extended the invitation.

"Investigating the curse of the [Plague Lord]?"

Klan agreed readily without even thinking:

"No problem, leave it to me!"

Yeats I was stunned for a moment. I didn’t expect that the other party agreed so simply, and all the words he had thought of were useless!

Tactics coughed, and Yeats continued: "As for remuneration."

"No reward is required!" Crane said, "This trip is to save people from the epidemic. It is really a just act!"

Yeats said suspiciously: "Mr. Crane, your tone is the same as usual. It’s not the same. Is there something you are hiding from me?”

Klan’s face stiffened and he laughed dryly:

“How is that possible, haha, let’s talk about it when we meet tomorrow.” 
Crane tried to change the subject.

Under Yeats' repeated questioning, he reluctantly told the whole story.

Yeats pretended to be surprised and said:

"You mean, the Ghost Society you dragged me into before was founded by the God of Greed?"

K Lan smiled bitterly and said: "I also just recently I know, I'm really sorry for involving you in this incident..."

As for the connection between the God of Greed and the Ghost Society, Yeats had already predicted it, but this was just following the clues to find the source of greed. The opportunity of Shenmamen.

Yeats also wanted to get the [Ring of the God of Greed] to upgrade his storage equipment.

The activity area of the devil is usually in the empire on the other side of the strait. If you really want to come into contact with the devil, it will be when you participate in the Knights Conference.

Right now, the Moonlight Sect’s trip is the top priority.

"These are all minor problems, innocuous, Mr. Crane." Yeats smiled and said, "If you don't mind, we will set out by sea together tomorrow morning to the Grand Duchy of Lucia."

K Lan breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Understood!"

Yeats said: "Speaking of which, Mr. Crane, I have a question."

"What?" Crane asked strangely.

"Tell me, is there a possibility that you are actually the chosen one by the God of Death?" Yeats joked.

Clan heard the implication of Yeats's words and said helplessly:

"I am a detective... I am chasing the case, not that the case happened because of me!"

Yeats smiled and stopped teasing.

With Crane's help, he can concentrate on participating in the Lunar Trial. If necessary, he can also change his identity and act as the Dark Night God's chosen 'Sherlock'.

However, Yeats was still a little concerned. Taking advantage of the plague outbreak in the Grand Duchy of Lucia, the Papal State sent the Medical Knights to the duchy. I wonder if there are any other powerful people in the Holy See besides Phoenix.

Previously, Famula luckily escaped from her own hands. Although one of her arms was broken, with the help of the healing angel Raphael, her strength may not fade.

The Papal State also has Hastings, the former ‘Chosen God of War’, and Cesare, the ‘Poison Duke’ of unknown strength, which is a big trouble.

The Dark Night God's Chosen has arrived, and the news has spread, greatly increasing the influence of the Dark Night Sect.

Based on this lesson, the Holy See will definitely try every means to sabotage the Moonlight Sect’s Divine Selection Ceremony.

“The Moonlight Sect possesses a magical weapon called [Moon River], which is a symbol of the Moonlight Divine Chosen. Unlike the [Night Tower] which focuses on offensiveness, it has extremely strong protective properties.”

Yeats thought to himself: "No matter what, I have to get the [Moon River]..."

As long as the rioting dark night divinity in the soul realm can be suppressed, the holy realm can be opened from a distance , can go one step further!

Papal States, side hall.

The sun shines through the glass window onto the altar, and under the cross is a statue of the Virgin with a compassionate face and the Holy Child in her arms.

A black-haired woman stood quietly in front of the statue of the Virgin and prayed, her sleeves hanging empty.

On the walls on both sides, there are exquisite stone statues, with the faces of angels lifelike.

On the shoulders of a holy statue, sat a boy of about fifteen years old, with soft golden hair covering his forehead, blue eyes, a delicate and pleasant smile on his face, and wearing a pleated white robe.

What is eye-catching are the wings on the boy's back. A pair of white wings exude a warm brilliance. Crystal light spots float in the temple, and the atmosphere is incredibly peaceful and peaceful.

Healing Angel, Raphael.

Young man, protector of travelers.

In addition to healing people's sufferings, He also taught Noah the knowledge and skills of building an ark, and also performed childish deeds such as wrestling with mortals. He even gave King Solomon a bracelet that could control demons.

Raphael's voice was soft and his eyes were as gentle as if he were looking at his own child. He said softly:

"So, what are you thinking about, do you want to accept my gift?"

Fa Mura raised her golden eyes, empty pupils without emotion, fixed The pattern on Raphael's face gradually became brighter, and he said hoarsely:

"You haven't told me the price of this gift yet."

"There is no price, my My child, it is my duty to heal the wounds of the righteous.”

Although he looked young, the blond boy's expression was steady and full of kindness, and he spoke slowly.

“Everything in the world has a price.” Famula said without comment:

“Teacher Uriel saved his life at the cost of his life. replied to me, and I was very Clearly, if I want you to heal me, I have to pay a certain price..."

Hearing this, Raphael sighed softly, flapped his wings and stepped on the bright marble with his bare feet. On the ground, he looked up at Famula.

The young man's eyes were as deep as sea water, and the black-haired judge was reflected in his eyes, and he said:

"Uriel, he is not dead... His soul is still alive, but he has lost his connection with the heaven. He is temporarily helpless. Return."

"When the apocalypse comes, all souls for good will finally be bathed in the greatest miracle - resurrection."

Famula was stunned. For a moment, the voice trembled.

"Good souls...will be resurrected?"

Raphael's eyes flashed, he stood on tiptoes, gently placed his hand on Famura's forehead, and closed his eyes.

Healing angels heal not only people’s bodies, but also people’s spirits and beliefs.

In order to heal Famula, it is necessary to delve into her memory.

Pictures of the past emerge.

On a snowy night, with a biting cold wind, two figures stumbled and fell into the snow.

"Sister...I can't run anymore..." the girl choked and said.

“Hold on a little longer.” The black-haired girl said tremblingly, “Escape to a place where the dean can’t find him, and we will be safe!”

“Sister, my feet seem to be It was stabbed..."

The brown-haired girl's ankle was dripping with blood, dyeing the snow red, and the dead branches were like iron wires deeply cutting into the purple skin, embedded in the wound, and she was numb from the cold, but she couldn't feel it. pain.

The black-haired girl gritted her teeth, carried the brown-haired girl on her back, and walked forward in the vast snow.

"Where are you going in such a cold weather?"

The cold wind brought a biting voice.

The black-haired girl's pupils contracted and she looked back.

The tall woman was wearing a tight black dress, with a cold smile on her bloodless pale face.

"Dean..." The black-haired girl's teeth chattered, "I..."

"Be good, come back with me. The fireplace at home is very warm, and there is pea soup boiling in the pot..."

The nun in black approached slowly.

What responded to her was the fearful expression of the black-haired girl.

The nun's face darkened little by little.

“Are you hallucinating?”

The nun in black said ferociously.

"Famula, you can seek death on your own, but don't take your sister with you!"

She stretched out her dry fingers and grabbed the girl behind Famula.

“Don’t touch her!” Famula screamed, leaning against a big tree, and tremblingly took out a shining knife from behind, “I, I saw, you became Werewolf, eat them!”

The nun in black was stunned, her black hair covered her pale cheeks, and she made a low and weird sound from her throat, which sounded like she was gurgling! laugh.

"I have told you a long time ago, Famula, don't eat poisonous mushrooms in the forest when you are hungry..."

She raised her face, half of her face showed sadness and pain, and the other half showed ferocity and hunger. He said loudly:

“Why don’t you listen! Famula!

“It’s you every time, it’s you who makes trouble, and it’s you who runs out privately! You're a bad boy, I'm going to put you in jail! ”

She rushed towards Famula quickly.

"Don't touch sister!" The brown-haired girl hugged the black nun's ankle.

The nun in black picked up the little girl angrily.

However, the next moment.

Famula's pupils shrank, and the blazing flames were reflected in her eyes.

The sound of chaotic footsteps rushed into the snow forest.

"Hurry, the witch's hut is just ahead!"

"Kill her and you will get rich!"

"But she has adopted many children...it seems different from other werewolves. ..."

"Never mind her, just kill her!"

The face of the nun in black suddenly turned pale, and the strength in her hands relaxed.

The little girl suddenly ran out and fell into Famula's arms.

Soon, the nun in black stepped forward and pushed Famura, saying in a trembling voice:

“Quick, go quickly, Famura, don’t let them find you!” 
Famula buried her head deeply, hugged the crying brown-haired girl with one hand, and screamed:

“Don’t touch me!”

The nun in black froze on the spot, her raised hand slowly lowered, her face full of bitterness.

She stood in front of the tree trunk, turned and looked back at the witcher who broke into the forest.

Under the light of the fire, the well-equipped demon hunter's eyes burned with the flames of greed and hunger.

“Isn’t this what you found?”

“Hey, witch, I’m warning you, let those two children go!”

"Be careful, those two may also be witches!"

The nun in black took a deep breath, looked back at Famula, her eyes were gentle, and said softly:

"Wait until you wake up. , Famula, remember, I have always loved you deeply..."

Hoarse gasps came from the nun's throat. Her figure was stooped and she knelt on the ground in pain. She clasped her hands together and tried to continue praying, but her words were blocked. in the throat. Her body seemed to be shaking constantly under severe pain, and she suddenly let out a shrill scream. Her fingernails quickly lengthened, her bones grew cracklingly, her face was covered with dark hair, and her eyes glowed with a fierce scarlet light!

Famula leaned against the big tree and hugged the little girl tightly, with a look of horror on her face. The roaring werewolf, the splashing blood, and the burning flames were reflected in her eyes.

The pungent smell of blood filled the ice and snow, and Famula felt nauseated. The knuckles holding her sister turned slightly white. The horrific slaughter was reflected in the eyes of the black-haired girl, and the firelight reflected the face of Liushenwuzhu.

The cold wind became more and more biting, killing like a knife.

Finally, all the screams stopped.

Human corpses fell in the snow, and their blood stained the snow red.

“Huh…”

The bruised werewolf gasped and crawled toward Famula with difficulty.

The werewolf raised his face, trying to squeeze out a smile on his scarred face, but it looked so terrifying.

Famula's whole body was shaking like chaff. She held the girl and tried her best to retreat. Her legs were kicking randomly in the snow, but behind her was a tree trunk as cold and hard as iron, making it impossible to retreat.

When the werewolf's claws were about to touch the little girl's back.

Famulla trembled violently, screamed, suddenly raised the silver table knife, and inserted it into the werewolf's head.

The werewolf stared at Famula blankly, the light in his eyes gradually fading away.

Plop!

All sounds in the snow ceased, leaving only the crackle of burning dead wood in the forest.

She was almost out of breath and lowered her head as if asking for help, only to see the little girl, whose cheeks were blue from the cold, lying quietly in her arms.

Buzz——

Famula's mind went blank.

She tried to shake the brown-haired girl, but saw that the blood dripping from the girl's ankle had solidified into ice, and there was no second breath except for her in the white world.

Famulla froze on the spot, all the strength was withdrawn from her body.

Bang.

Famula clearly heard the sound of a nerve breaking in her mind.

She wailed, heart-wrenching, and her grief shook the snow on the treetops.

In the forest, footsteps were heard again.

There was a whisper of discussion.

"Did she kill the werewolf?"

"What an amazing child, she even has the potential to be a transcendent..."

"Bring her back, the Tribunal needs such fresh blood..."

The sunlight passes through the stained glass windows from the towering dome, casting colorful light and shadow, like the wings of an angel blowing over Famu La's face.

Her eyelashes fluttered and tears flowed silently down the sides of her face.

Famula opened a pair of golden eyes, looked at the angel in front of her, and said hoarsely:

"What...have you done to me?"

Raphael had a gentle smile on his face.

“If you want to heal a scar, you must first tear it open... This is the only way to sharpen your soul.”

Bathing in the warm white light, Famula’s state of mind gradually Calm down and take a deep breath.

"What I have always been confused about is..." Famula said coldly, "Isn't He omnipotent? But why is there so much suffering in this world."

"Yes, but destiny is still not completely under God's control, so it is unfortunate."

Raphael said calmly: "As long as all the factors that cause instability in destiny are eliminated, then there will no longer be so much suffering in this world, and everything will run in a perfect way."

Famula After a long silence, he said:
“What should I do.”

“In the Moonlight Sect, there is a floating island called Moon Island. On the highest peak of Moon Island, there is a temple.”
 Raphael said slowly:

"Every time the Moon God tests, the Moon River will pour down along the Moon Peak, like a waterfall. Only by going against the waterfall and climbing the Moon Peak can you reach the temple."

"In the past months, God's test, multiple testers will climb the Moon River at the same time."

"Once entering the Moon River, all divinity will be invalid, and you can only rely on your will and soul to climb along. The Moon River goes upstream and climbs toward the temple. "

"I want you to take advantage of the chaos to join this trial, climb to the Moon Temple, and put the [Dead Sea Scroll] into the temple."

“In this way, the divinity contained in the ancient scrolls will be activated, swallowing the authority of the Moon God, and the day when the Kingdom of God will come will come earlier.”

Famula glanced at the empty sleeves speechlessly.

Raphael's palm condensed a golden light, and something seemed to be sealed in this white light. Immediately, Raguel injected this white light into Famula's broken arm.

Under the light, Famula endured the pain, cold sweat dripping from her forehead.

After a while, an arm made of mithril appeared on her right hand, and a strange color flashed across Famula's eyes.

“This is the treasure of the Danu Protoss, the former military god, called the ‘Silver Arm’.”

Raphael said calmly:

"In the old era, there was a military god holding a sword of light. He lost his right arm when he led his men to fight with the gods, so the god of medicine of the Danu clan was one-armed. The God King created the "Silver Arm", and from then on, the God of War was known as the "Silver Arm Nuada"."

"But the "Silver Arm" was a disadvantage to the God of War. Dan, after obtaining the "Silver Arm", he still lost his throne due to injuries."

"You have not yet achieved the Holy Realm. The Silver Arm can help your soul power go further while recovering your injuries. "

"With this treasure, your resistance to climbing the Moon River will be greatly reduced."

Famula tried to control her silver arm, nodded silently, raised her golden eyes, and said:

"What about the Dead Sea Scrolls?"

"The Dead Sea Scrolls, in essence, It is a scripture that contains divinity, and its divinity is contrary to the divinity of the moon god. As long as the special trial is The node will be effective if placed in the temple."

Raphael handed a box of ancient scroll fragments into Famura's hands and said gently:

"If you want to resolve the dispute, You must first fall into strife...Go forward, Famula.”

Famula's golden eyes flashed with a trace of fire, and she nodded silently.

The figure of a man who looked like a god under the dark sun appeared before her eyes again, and Famula's palms clenched quietly.

This time... I will definitely go to Moon Island and never fall behind others...

(End of this chapter)