Just as Joshua was about to leave the cell hall, he felt a chaotic aura spreading.

The plague in the magic world has never been a simple bacteria or creature. It is a disease formed by no magic or other supernatural factors. No matter how serious it is, it can easily be eradicated.

In the black liquid formed by the flesh and blood of the cultist, a magic power eroded by chaos was slowly growing. Although it seemed very slow due to the strong positive energy light, it still spreads to the surroundings unswervingly. The narrow cell has now become a scene like a different world, and the disgusting turbid liquid spontaneously wriggled on the stone slabs, like a living thing.

Turning his head, Joshua looked at the scene.

Melanemia, a chaotic disease caused by the crazy dragon.

In the past life, the dragon disaster from the deep sea destroyed half of the southern kingdom, and all the coastal areas fell without exception. Although the Far South Kingdom relied on its powerful potential and human life to force a strong central defense line, many places were still abandoned helplessly and completely fell.

In the occupied area, most humans were swallowed by the crazy dragon beasts, and a small number of strong professionals also hid in Tibet and sought to survive in the cracks. However, as time went by and the Wang Team's adaptability to the dragon beasts, the battle situation gradually improved. With the help of adventurers, that is, players, Wang Team launched counterattacks again and again, and even regained several port fortresses along the coast, and used them as a stronghold to recover lost ground bit by bit.

And what made this effort fail was melanemia.

It was the end of the year of 833. On a cold winter day, a trembling man came to the gate of the port fortress of Far Nanhar.

He was soaked in black blood, but he still breathed a sigh of relief. The city guards recognized that this was a well-known elf adventurer who went deep into the jungle a few days ago to explore the habitat of the dragon beast, so they hurried to meet him. After realizing that the other party was approaching a coma, the city guards sent the unconscious man into the clinic of the fortress.

Along the way, the indigenous adventurer who kept moaning was dripping black blood all over his body, emitting an extremely fishy smell. However, since this place was the front line, no one cared about the fishy smell of the blood. So until he was sent to the clinic, no one felt that something was wrong. After all, there were countless strange creatures and dragon beasts in the jungle. Maybe this adventurer was attacked by some weird poisonous beast? After all, there were too many venoms that could prevent the wound from healing, so many that no one would care.

In short, no one understands the seriousness of this matter.

In the clinic, the doctor and the priest who rushed to come worked together to treat the adventurer. The potion and magic tricks were used together to quickly cure the elves' external trauma. The black blood no longer flowed out, but the situation became more serious. As everyone was shocked, the adventurer's body began to become swollen in his howl of pain, and the flesh and blood on his body swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye. Finally, after a spasm-like scream, the elf adventurer exploded suddenly, and the liquefied flesh and internal organs sprayed out, splashing the entire clinic.

The strange way of death, coupled with the fact that the poor patient had not been saved, the doctor and the priest felt very depressed. They naturally noticed the chaotic aura hidden in the corpse of the dead adventurer and purified it. Everyone thought that this was a toxin of a new mad dragon, just like a giant scorpion in the desert, with a terrible venom that can dissolve flesh and blood, but it was even more terrifying. For this reason, the Hal Fortress even transferred a large number of antidotes from the capital of the kingdom to prepare for the new unknown mad dragon, and the adventurers also began to make corresponding plans.

They thought they were well prepared.

But in fact, it didn't.

The chaos lurking in the shadows had already spread to the entire city with the dripping of black blood. On the first day, 60% of the people in the Harle Fortress felt uncomfortable collectively. On the second day, forty-five% felt sick and were making strange sounds of fluid flowing in their bodies. On the third day, a large number of coughing up blood appeared. Except for the golden-level strong men who were not affected much, all other members seemed to have extremely strong discomfort symptoms.

It was not until this time that everyone felt something was wrong. Perhaps it was not a toxin, but some unknown plague, but it was too late and everything was irreversible.

A week later, except for three golden-level powerful men who were at a loss and were on the verge of collapse, everyone turned into bones and blood flowing everywhere. The originally clean and tidy port turned into bloody purgatory. The stench was not bound by the cold and spread wildly with the north wind.

The name of melanemia has spread throughout the world.

In his previous life, Joshua experienced this disease personally, but it was already the late stage of the spread of the plague. Through the treatment of advanced magic, the warrior did not die because of this, but he could fully understand the feeling of part of his body being dissolved bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by unknown existence.

This is even more disgusting than being eaten by a beast little by little.

"As long as you reach the golden realm, your extraordinary body can easily resist the invasion of this disease. However, if you don't reach the golden realm, you will be easily infected even if you are just a little bit short of it."

He murmured to himself, and Joshua couldn't help but recall the past days when he fought against the plague. It was a really difficult time. Countless people were defeated by the disease and turned into a pool of warm, turbid and black blood, leaving only fragile bones and skins suspended on the foul liquid.

However, although the cold cannot stop the spread of this plague, the flames can.

He raised his hand and the warrior snapped his fingers. Suddenly, the black and red flame appeared on the wriggling black blood out of thin air. The fighting spirit was mixed with the power of order, and it was completely purified from beginning to end. The corpses of the cultists turned into ashes. The plague had long eroded the bones. Now that thing is not stronger than a few biscuits.

Looking indifferently as the black liquid was completely burned by the flames, Joshua shook his head, then turned around and left.

The flame can completely burn all the substances that melanemia can rely on and completely burn it to ashes. In the far south plague area, as long as someone showed a little sign of weakness and infection, the crazy people would throw this person into the fire. This crazy behavior accidentally killed many ordinary people who were only occasionally with cold wind, but it did block the possibility of the spread of the plague.

Because of the fluctuations of fighting spirit and the sudden high fever, the unconscious cultists also woke up one by one. These madmen who had originally spoken dirty words in the face of Bishop Atanis are now huddling and trembling. They remain silent and dare not make any sound.

After watching the warriors step by step out of the cell hall in horror, these cultists even felt glad in their hearts. Even if they were tortured to death, they were unwilling to face the walking nightmare.

Outside the cell, Atanis was originally chatting with Ying and Lin.

The three of them asked and answered each other, and seemed to be having a happy chat, but because they noticed the footsteps of the soldiers, they all turned their heads together and looked at the exit.

"What's wrong, Joshua, came out so soon?"

The old bishop was a little surprised. He touched his white beard and asked in confusion: "Does he want to use torture instruments to question? This is my mistake and I forgot to prepare this thing."

As he said that, he wanted to get up and ask the other guards for torture instruments.

"No, no, I already know their purpose."

He made a sound to stop Atanis's action, Joshua's tone was unprecedentedly serious, and his eyes revealed a solemnity: "Maybe it's a bit incredible, but..."

"I trust you."

He quickly interrupted Joshua's words, and the old bishop's expression also became solemn. He turned his head to look around and whispered: "Don't talk here, let's go upstairs."

"You're right."

After nodding and approving the old bishop's decision, the soldiers called Ying and Lin and set out with the old bishop together. Although the gods were a little confused, they also followed silently after seeing the master's cautious attitude.

The positive energy light in the deepest cell gradually dimmed. At Joshua's suggestion, Atanis called all the knights guarding the cell over. They joined forces to activate the dungeon blockade system. A thick steel layer of one meter thick completely isolated the deepest oval cell from other ordinary cells. In order to ensure the insurance, the warrior also asked the old bishop to perform a large-scale golden purification ceremony for them, completely purifying half of the dungeon.

Although I don’t know why the Lord came out so quickly and got some news from the cultists, the knights also noticed a dangerous aura from this action. After ensuring that the blocked steel layer would never be opened, everyone left the dungeon.

By the way, during this process, Joshua turned his back to the knights throughout the whole process.

"It's a plague."

As he walked along the spiral corridor towards the surface of the church, Joshua whispered to Atanis: "These cultists intend to spread a plague that is extremely fatal from the evil god of plague."

He said so much for the time being, telling the doubtful old bishop why he was so cautious. Then, for more information, the warriors were ready to speak out slowly in a safe environment.

You know, dungeons are not a good place to talk.

The old bishop's eyes flashed in the darkness. He nodded slowly but did not make a sound. Obviously, Atanis probably guessed something from Joshua's previous request.

Everyone walked silently and came to the first floor. They crossed the dark corridor and came to the stairs leading to the second floor behind the Mass Hall. Just as everyone was about to find a closed room and talk about the plague of the evil gods carefully, a blond man appeared in front of them.

The man was tall and handsome, but his expression was a little tired, his eyes were tired and dull, and he seemed to have not had a good rest for several days. He seemed to have heard the footsteps of Atanis and wanted to say hello to the old bishop, but unexpectedly saw Joshua's face. The man's eyes widened and his surprised voice blurted out: "Joshua?! Are you awake?!"

"Yeah, my friend, I'm awake."

A smile appeared on his serious face. Joshua smiled and greeted the blonde knight. He walked forward and patted the other person on the shoulder: "I haven't seen each other for several days, Loranda, you look worse than me."

"This matter is a long story... Looking at this expression, what important things are you going to discuss?"

He let out a breath slowly, the paladin's face was exhausted. He seemed to have a lot to say, but now he had no strength. Seeing this, the warrior simply shook his head and said, "Don't think too much. Although Bishop Atanis and I do have something to talk about, it is not important enough to let you endure the fatigue and participate."

"When I finish talking to the old bishop, I will let him tell you."

Although he wanted to refuse, Joshua did not give Loranda a chance to choose. With Ying and Lin saying a little apologetically, the Paladin could only stare at Joshua and the old bishop quickly walking up the second floor, his tired eyes a little dull.

"I didn't even have time to say something to stop... Sure enough, I should go and have a rest first."

Realizing that his condition was indeed very bad, Loranda couldn't help but shake her head and then walked towards her room.

On the way, he couldn't help but remember the previous call between him and St. Igor, His Majesty the Pope.

Since the Paladin returned from another world three days ago, he has not had a good rest.

First, pray meditation and use holy light to dissolve the divine power remaining in his body of the Father of Nature.

Although the blessing of a god is indeed of great benefit to him, the excess alien divine power is not a good thing for a paladin. It took Loranda half a day to purify his own power alone. However, after purification, the paladin felt that his strength had improved greatly, and even approached the threshold of extreme intention.

Of course, Loranda felt extremely tired, but this was not a time to rest. He suppressed his sleepiness and sorted out his entire passing in another world overnight, and then quickly went to the communication array of the cathedral to prepare to speak with His Majesty the Pope.

But the person who received the conversation was the Pope's guard. These loyal knights said that His Majesty the Pope was in direct communication with the gods in the depths of the Great Temple, so he needed to wait for a while.

Naturally, Loranda would not object, but in order to wait until the Pope comes back as soon as possible, he did not even sleep or meditate, but stayed there wholeheartedly.

This wait took a whole day.

That is, almost half a day ago, the Pope finally finished communicating with the gods and responded to Lorlanda's communication.

Pope Igor has great patience for his adopted son, the strongest paladin in the younger generation of the Seven Gods Church. After listening to the adventures in another world described by Loranda, he did not express any distrust. Instead, he repeatedly asked for details and expressed 100% trust.

"So that's it... the father of nature, the evil god of natural disasters, the inheritance of sages and the king of soul-burning."

He nodded slowly, and a thousand miles away, the image of His Majesty the Pope nodded slowly, and the wise old man with white hair seemed to believe Loranda's words completely.

"You believe what I said?!"

This surprised Lorenda very much. He didn't think anyone would believe such a bizarre story at all. He was just fulfilling his responsibilities and telling the truth. He never expected the other party to believe it, but he never expected that the old pope would believe his experience so easily.

"Don't be surprised, my child, I have a premonition about this."

Igor said slowly, with a wise light flashing in his eyes: "The fluctuations generated by an ancient god exuding his power with all his strength are enough to cross several worlds. I have noticed this a long time ago, but I didn't expect you to be involved."

After pausing, the Pope slowed down, as if he asked tentatively: "Now you have also faced the Chaos Army and the Evil God's body with your own eyes... Loranda, what do you think about this?"

When he heard the old pope's question, Loranda couldn't help but remain silent for a while. He seemed to be recalling, and then said slowly in a cautious tone: "His Majesty Pope, this is the first time I have seen such a huge Chaos Army, and it is also the first time I have faced these enemies without knowing nothing about everything and without other comrades in the army."

"I don't know what kind of world it is, I don't know how much civilization in that world has developed, I don't even know why the father of nature was sleeping, and how the elves' civilization was born, but the only thing I understand is that they are also comrades in the fight against chaos."

Although weak, it is just as firm. This belief can be easily understood without words.

Loranda's face, which had not been resting for many days, revealed a hint of firmness: "As you said, Joshua did tell me some truth. He said that fire can only burn with firewood. Although the world is order, it is also built in the chaotic void... If the fire in our world is almost extinguished, then it must be continuously introduced to burn the power from chaos, just as his family and other guardian families did."

"Did you know this already?"

The Pope nodded slowly with some relief: "Since you already know, I don't need to keep it secret from you... Yes, because of the war in the last era, the fire in our world was already close to extinguishing. In order to continue the burning of the initial fire, there must be chaotic firewood, and the sealed place leading to the world of evil gods is the most stable source of chaos power."

"So, their sacrifices make sense, right?"

After being silent for a long time, a complex light flashed in his eyes, Loranda took a deep breath, and then asked again in a heavy tone: "For the continuation of our world, necessary sacrifices must be made... They did not die worthlessly, are they?"

"Of course, my child."

The old man with gray hair, Pope Saint Igor of the Church of the Seven Gods, nodded with a cautious tone and with deep respect: "Whether you sacrificed your comrades or the knights who lost their lives before this, they are all heroes of mankind."

And on the second floor.

After telling everything to the old bishop, Joshua closed his eyes and began to recall the past.
To be continued...