Chapter 259 Are you ready
This is a confrontation that does not allow failure. The result of failure is more desperate than death. He was eroded by the disease generated by the divine power, spent the last month in madness, and finally died meaninglessly.
On the one hand, there are tens of thousands of lives that may be saved, and on the other hand, his own safety. It is actually clear to Lynch how to choose.
Lynch doesn't mind saving innocent people within his ability, nor does he mind dying generously for the people he cares about, nor does he mind risking his life to fulfill his responsibilities and make up for his mistakes.
But for the sake of those who have nothing to do with him, he is not willing to risk his life to save them.
Nightingale, a saint, is indeed worthy of respect, and Lynch was very moved, but he has no interest in imitating it. Birth, aging, illness and death are the rules of this world, and he must get used to these as he has embarked on the road to immortality.
But he cared about something else.
‘Neighbor, if the resistance fails, can my will resist the erosion of the disease? ’
[Unfortunately, what you will suffer by then will be physical damage caused by disease, rather than erosion of the soul by mysterious filth, and your special will will not play any role. 】
‘Death is inevitable? ’
【The probability of death is extremely high. 】
‘Huh, when I destroyed Mordiggian’s clone, there was always the black spider from the League of Shadows guiding me behind the scenes, and the shadow of the unknown Lord God behind him. We still don’t know their true purpose, and I’m worried that this is also part of their plan. In order to avoid being caught off guard when things happen, it’s still necessary to make some preparations in advance, what do you think? . ’
[I will be by your side to witness every choice you make. 】
I just don’t provide opinions. Lin Qi remained silent, feeling a little depressed.
[There is always a price to pay for what you want, Lynch. ] Ms. Luna's voice was still gentle, but Lynch could hear the seriousness in it, [This is not to make things difficult for you, but this is your own journey. If you want to go on by your own will, you cannot avoid paying. The price is to make every decision alone during the journey. 】
‘Tsk, that’s right. It’s indeed a fair price. I was greedy. ’ Lynch smiled in consciousness, ‘Then my choice this time is that I know that the investment and the return are not equal, but I still plan to take a risk. ’
[You don’t need to explain to me, Lynch, I said, this is your journey. 】
‘But you are watching, my lady goddess. This is not my journey, this is our journey. Even if it is to let you see a better scenery, I still have to explain it to you, hehe. ’
[Hehe...] The laughter was as gentle as water, [You said something just now, do you remember it? Talked to the priest of Sul. 】
‘My heart and actions are as clear as a mirror, and everything I do is holy? ’
【So, no need to worry, I am with you. 】
Tsk...I like this answer.
Lynch smiled both inside and outside his consciousness, and said to Ms. Nightingale, whose eyes contained expectation: "Since you are ready to declare war on disease again, of course I am willing to stand on your side to protect the innocent. Please do your part.”
“I should have made it very clear about the dangers, child, regarding the reward...”
"But as a soul-shifter, you are always accompanied by distortion and death every day. Instead of worrying about more or less troubles, it is better to follow your own heart and do what you think is right." Lynch waved his hands nonchalantly and said, "As for the reward, I have actually received it."
"Huh?" The old woman was a little surprised.
Ding, Lynch flicked up the penny coin he just grabbed back.
"Isn't that right? You already paid for it as soon as we met." Lynch patted the old lady's arm, his eyes flashing behind the mask with a smile. "Although I care about money, I'm not greedy yet. I don't care about medical funds." Start? I really don’t dare to do such a thing, I feel guilty, and I have already received the reward. Hehe, it can be seen that the funds of the Tribulation Church are not abundant, except for donations, most of them come from within the church. Donations from people. One of your anonymous eldest ladies has already donated a lot to me for you, and may donate more in the future. If I continue to squeeze out of your medical funds, I'm worried that I will be deprived of my money next time. The shotgun blasted my head."
The old lady was stunned for a moment, patted Lynch on the arm, and said softly: "I underestimated you, child. Thank you for your efforts. You are a good person. "?"
You are such a bad old lady, how can you say something nice and suddenly curse her?
Humph, you provide people, money, and technology to help me achieve my goals. Finally, you have to thank me. You are the good people, and your entire church is a good person.
“But I also have to respect my own profession and dedication, Ms. Nightingale. I can’t help without reason, so I have a request. I hope you can guide the Church of Suffering to develop therapeutic drugs as soon as possible. You just said that the development period is at least more than half a month, so it is best not to exceed this time. After all, the disease waits for no one, and I have the right to use the developed drugs free of charge and priority. ”
"Okay, I can make the decision on this matter. I will allocate church resources to develop treatment drugs."
That's good. The sooner it is completed, the more at ease I will be.
"Then private detective Lynch Leviev is willing to serve you." Lynch stroked his chest and bowed, "What do you need me to do?"
"I need your blood first, come with me."
The old lady nodded to the two men in white robes who had been watching for a long time. The two men had already separated the iron bed from the ground and pushed it to block it. The patient walked out of the cell together.
Instead of taking the elevator in the main hall, for fear of scaring passers-by, a few people went around to the side and went straight to the top floor through the small elevator. Along the way, the noise of the air valve deflating and the collision of metal gears made the patient more and more irritable. The violent struggle made the belt continue to shake, which made Lin Qi feel frightened.
"In mysticism, blood is a very special existence."
I don't know if it was an illusion, but Lynch always felt that Nightingale's attitude had changed a bit at this time, and he was much more relaxed and casual than before. , but the explanation became more and more patient:
"It not only represents yourself, but also represents your bloodline. It is not only defined by the body, but also by the soul. In other words, a drop of blood may not be able to fully express your body and Soul, but it has a very symbolic meaning and can reflect all your states, including changes in the body and abnormalities in the soul.”
While talking, the group of people had reached the top floor and entered a special room.
The pure white room is empty, and the Holy Emblem of Ouroboros hangs high in the middle of the roof. The Holy Emblem exudes a faint sacred aura, making people feel awe.
On one side of the room, a holy statue hangs high on the wall. The painting shows a woman in white robe, wearing an Ouroboros headband, holding a two-headed snake scepter, with her back to the outside of the painting. Leaving behind a silhouette standing against the wind.
The Lord of Suffering and Pain, Fiona.
As soon as he entered the room, Lin Qi bowed to the portrait and watched two men in white robes push the iron bed under the portrait and fix it, then took out the syringe and extracted a large tube of jet black from the patient. Thick blood.
“The power of blood is sometimes more like a resonance, which will not change because it leaves the body. Even if it has been removed from the body, it still maintains conceptual integrity with the original owner, that is, It is said that a tube of blood sometimes represents the whole person in a mystical sense.”
With that said, the old lady took the needle and flicked it, looked at the gas light for a moment, then put it aside, picked up an empty needle and signaled to Lynch. Lynch looked at the needle as thick as the baby's arm, secretly curled his lips, sighed and stretched out his arms.
Diana, just wait and I will go to your house to eat for free for three days just because of this blood tube.
“But the trouble lies in resonance. When we change the state of the new blood based on the concept of mysticism, through integrity and resonance, this change will be immediately fed back to the original owner. As a result, there are many attacks and curses traveling through the blood, which are often bizarre, difficult to guard against, and very dangerous.”
As Nightingale spoke, she pulled out the syringe, which was already filled with Lynch's dark red blood. She looked at it with satisfaction. Then she put down the syringe, signaled to the two assistants to start preparations, and then looked at Lynch seriously. said:
“We use the integrity of the blood to exert an influence on this disease. Use your will to distort the concept of this disease so that the medicines in this world can take effect, but the power of the evil god will also pass through. The resonance of the blood feeds back to you, bringing huge risks."
"Once the ritual starts, it cannot be stopped. The ritual ends either successfully or there is one more patient."
"Mr. Lynch Leviev, one last confirmation, are you... ready?"
(End of this chapter)