Do not engage in underworld operations in the human world!

Chapter 106 When teammates entered the city, everyone began to praise the Pope’s good name
  The sun shines on this devastated land.

In the ruins, the temporary bonfire had burned out, and the last sparks emitted a curved wisp of white smoke, rising into the air.

The man holding the sword was sitting by the campfire, his face not very pretty.

The light shadow and the red window nestled together, staring blankly at the ashes, silently.

"Let's go, he must be hopeless."

I don’t know if it’s the gold-rimmed glasses or the classical music urging me for the first time.

"Wait a moment." The sword-holder had a sullen face and kept shaking his head.

"Still waiting?" Classical Music said impatiently: "This is the Black Death! Now our skills are blocked. If we stay for one more minute, there will be more risks. If we don't look for clues quickly, we will all be finished!"

After entering the spiritual realm, the exorcists were scattered throughout the outer city of Florence.

It wasn't until night fell that they gathered together one after another relying on the unique signals between exorcists.

However, after dark, except for classical music, sword-wielding men, light shadows on red windows, and a male exorcist named Blind Box from the Qinghu branch, no sixth exorcist came here.

To make matters worse, in the second half of the night, they observed through the panel and found that the number of 10 representing the number of survivors slowly changed to 6, which meant that four exorcists had been disconnected.

The four exorcists died at their spawn point before they even started their mission.

In a sense, the threat of the Black Death is greater than the ghosts encountered in the past.

"If only there were skills. It would be great if there were skills."

The blind box kept muttering.

He happened to be good at medical skills. If he could use the skills, the Black Death would no longer be a threat to him. Unfortunately, there was no if.

Of the ten exorcists, four died before they were born, which was a blow to the rest.

As for the reason why they haven't left yet, there is only one reason, and that is that Jiang Lu never showed up.

However, Jiang Lu never showed up, and the sword-wielding man was always opposed to leaving. Naturally, Qingying and Hongchuang didn't need to say much.

So they stayed here all night.

But now it's daybreak, the sun has fully risen, and Classical Music feels that it can't be delayed any longer.

"I really do not understand."

He looked a little annoyed: "Why do you have to waste all of our time for one person? And why are you so sure that he is still alive? Maybe he got sick and died a long time ago?"

Hongchuang's beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly: "Don't jump to conclusions. Isn't the sixth person still alive?"

"Then why do you think the sixth person is him?" Classical music asked.

Seeing Hong Chuang not responding, Gu Le sighed: "So what if it's him? I heard the sword-wielder said that he had just joined the guild for less than a day, and it was already risky for a newcomer to enter the A-level spiritual realm with us. It's a big risk.

Coupled with the bad luck, everyone landed in scattered places and no one can help him. I still think it is better for you to accept the reality. "

Obviously, in his opinion, Jiang Lu had already sent it with a high probability, and the persistence of the sword-wielding man and Qingying Hongchuang was just self-deception.

But there is nothing wrong with this. On one side are the elites selected by the strategy team, and on the other side are the newcomers. There is no need to think too much about which side has the highest probability of survival.

It’s just that Classical Music really didn’t expect that this time the restriction turned out to be skills. This caused people who did not have special defensive items to be infected almost as soon as they came out. It was almost the same as falling directly in the cutscene. This situation can It is said to be quite rare.

Without defensive items or buffing skills, you can only watch your physical fitness continue to decrease, and then start to lose blood.

Simply speaking, with the ubiquitous threat of plague, this spiritual realm is worthy of its Transcendent A Grade difficulty.

"Do you accept reality?"

The sword wielder sighed.

"Don't be so heavy-handed." Classical music reluctantly comforted: "The difficulty of learning and communicating in the spiritual realm is generally high. Isn't this already a common practice? How many people don't die every time? Don't all the guilds know before departure? Have you given us life-saving tools? We won’t really die."

Mentioning this, the sword holder's expression suddenly changed.

Guan Yue realized something and began to look uneasy: "Don't tell me."

"It's broken!" The sword holder suddenly stood up: "He didn't say he was coming at first. He was added temporarily. It seems that no one gave him life-saving tools."

After hearing the news, Classical Music and Blind Box were fine, but Qingying Hongchuang turned pale.

"Doesn't that say"

They looked at each other and thought of the scene where they dragged Jiang Lu to the guild.

"Did we hurt him?"

Qingying's eyes suddenly turned red as she felt more fragile.

Classical music couldn't stand this, so it immediately changed its tone when it saw this.

"Don't cry, isn't there one left? What if it's him?"

However, his comfort had no effect at all on Qingying, who immediately thought of Jiang Lu's series of tragic situations.

She lowered her head, put her hands on her knees, covered her face, and started sobbing.

The situation with the red window is slightly better, but only to a limited extent.

Her fingertips were trembling slightly, and it was difficult to accept the worst possibility.

But she still retained some sense.

She stood up and said with a choked voice, "No, we have to leave."

The sword-holder, who was also very worried, was stunned: "Don't you wait any longer?"

"We can't wait any longer." Hong Chuang shook his head: "Even if he is still alive, the fact that he has not come for so long is enough to show that he is in trouble and can't get away. Classical music makes sense. Every minute we delay , there is one more threat of infection.

This is the same for the last survivor, so instead of wasting it here, it is better to complete the task early and let everyone escape as soon as possible.

If he is the one left, then the risk of his death can be minimized. "

The sword holder was speechless, but after just a moment, he figured it out.

Standing up from the bonfire, the sword-wielding man stepped on the still warm ashes of the bonfire and nodded heavily: "Let's go."

In this way, several people finally unified their opinions and headed towards the inner city.

While waiting by the campfire, it was not that they had done nothing, but they had already discussed plans for when the last man would join them.

The first thing is to enter the inner city, and then find a way to contact the ruler of Florence and get help from him.

They believe that as rulers, if the other party cannot provide any clues, then it may be even more impossible for them to find something on their own.

The majestic lord of a city has many eyes and ears, and all the troubles in the entire city cannot escape his eyes. The Black Death cannot appear out of thin air for no reason. There must be some sign.

This sign is undoubtedly the key to completing the mission. They need to find ways to pry it out of the ruler's mouth.

As for the way to get close to the ruler, several people also discussed a complete plan.

That is to use future knowledge to carry out dimensionality reduction strikes!
  The essence of the Black Death was Yersinia pestis, but people in this era had not discovered microorganisms at all, and it was impossible to think that rats, household garbage or sewage that could be seen everywhere were the source of the disease.

After experiencing such suffering, the rulers must have been very worried about this unsolvable disease. As long as they use this as an excuse, they will definitely be able to see each other easily.

If this method doesn't work, it doesn't matter. There is also plan B, which is to force them directly.

However, it is best to have the ruler cooperate wholeheartedly, so plan B is only a last resort.

Arrive at the gate of the inner city that Jiang Lu passed through yesterday after being disinfected under the leadership of Marino.

Not only did the few people not see the checkpoint that they imagined should exist, there was not even a person guarding the city, and the entire city gate was wide open.

When passing by, Classical Music shook his head with some emotion.

"They didn't even check whether we had the characteristics of the Black Death, and they didn't use any medicine to disinfect them. They just let us in. If they weren't infected, who would be?"

Blind Box took over the words: "This is the limitation of the times, and there is nothing we can do about it." The other three were not elegant enough to chat. They just wanted to end the mission as soon as possible and then go back to confirm whether Jiang Lu survived.

"Stop talking so much nonsense." Hong Chuang urged: "Find someone quickly and ask where the city lord is."

Classical Music felt a little unhappy. He was obviously from the same branch. He didn't care about the people in his own branch, but he cared more about the people in other guilds. It was simply unreasonable.

Blind Box has the same idea. Although he doesn't say it, he still feels sour in his heart.

The first to take action was the sword wielder.

He looked around, trying to find someone who looked reliable.

However, the entire street facing the city gate was full of people.

All of them were lying face down on the ground, and it was unclear whether they were alive or dead.

"Be sure to cover your mouth and nose to minimize the possibility of infection."

The man holding the sword whispered a warning, then tore off a piece of cloth and used it as a mask to cover half of his face. He carefully stepped over the patients on the ground and walked towards a person sitting in a daze under the sun in the distance.

Seeing him going deep into the hotbed of the Black Death without any hesitation, Classical Music and Blind Box's expressions changed slightly.

Qingying and Hongchuang looked at each other, and they both imitated the sword-wielding man and followed suit.

In desperation, the two people standing there had no choice but to grit their teeth and follow.

"Hello."

The man holding the sword greeted the skinny old man sitting cross-legged in the sun.

The skinny old man, who had light dark spots on his face but was very energetic, turned his head and looked at the people in confusion: "A foreigner?"

"Yes." The sword holder nodded: "I would like to ask, where can I meet the city lord?"

The skinny old man thought for a while: "The city lord is probably helping the Pope prepare for the coronation ceremony, maybe in the mansion, or maybe in the central square."

"pope?"

Several people were startled and looked at each other.

Isn’t this Florence? Is the Pope here to be crowned?
  So what is the Vatican used for?

"Yes, the new pope." The skinny old man raised his head devoutly, his wrinkled face exuding an inexplicable light: "He suddenly came down like a god and saved us."

Listening to his words, Classic Music thought of something and asked tentatively:

"Uh, I'd like to ask, does the pope you are talking about believe in God?"

"God?" The skinny old man sneered, imitating what Pope Ginger Rock I said during his impassioned speech last night: "God is a bitch!"

"So." Classical music continued: "Which god does your pope believe in?"

"The God of Redemption." The skinny old man changed his face at the speed of light, and his piety reappeared.

"What's the name of the sect?"

"Uh, oops, I can't remember some of them." The skinny old man thought for a long time and said uncertainly: "Probably, it was the Sun Society, or the Cross Society, or something. I was too far away yesterday, so I didn't hear clearly."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." The skinny old man nodded, thought of something, and asked a little fanatically: "Speaking of which, are you considering believing in the God of Salvation? If you believe in the God of Redemption, you don't need to be afraid of the plague."

"This." Classical music said perfunctorily: "We will consider it."

After finishing the conversation, several people came to a corner where there were no corpses to discuss.

"The case has been solved." Gu Le showed a true expression and explained in a low voice to the still confused people: "The history of this world is different from what we know. God still exists, but I don't know where a person popped up. Heresy, established in Florence."

"Do you think the God of Salvation he talked about is reliable?"

Blind Box asked: "I have never heard of this god."

"So it must be a heresy." Classical Music said disdainfully: "And it is the most clumsy kind. It seizes on people's pain points under the guise of being immune to the plague by joining the association. It is pure fraud."

"So do you think it's possible?" The sword-holder made a bold conjecture: "The root of the problem is this so-called Pope?"

However, this bold conjecture was recognized by everyone, and classical music continued to expand along this line of thinking.

"It's really bad."

He pondered: "This pope spread the Black Death here in some way, and then took advantage of it, using the ignorant people as tools to destroy faith and establish paganism."

Just when he was about to continue thinking divergently, Hong Chuang interrupted: "If this is really the case, the problem will be serious."

She looked at the corpses of patients lying on the ground, and said with a solemn face: "Look at these people, they are like this and they are still devoted to the Pope. Maybe the Pope has some extraordinary ability and brainwashed them.

I suggest that if you have items that can improve your mental resistance, prepare them as soon as possible to avoid getting caught. "

"It makes sense." Several people nodded solemnly.

But just then, a soldier suddenly appeared on the street.

He held a cornet in his hand and played it as he walked.

Then a strange scene happened.

Those "corpses" lying on the ground all got up from the ground when they heard the sound of the trumpet.

Several people were shocked.

How could a person who was about to die suddenly come back to life? And judging from their expressions, they seem quite happy.
  Vaguely, several people also heard them saying incomprehensible words such as "It's finally time", "It's so slippery", "It's chilly", "Brother, I can't bear it anymore".

"This is..." Classical music narrowed his eyes.

"Don't say it, you really don't say it." Blind Box said jokingly: "It seems a bit like the Magic Flute. When the flute is played, the mice will follow the person who plays the flute. It's hard to get the Black Death." Could it be that he has become like a mouse?"

The sword holder actually felt that this description was surprisingly appropriate.

Just when they were wondering, the soldier playing the cornet noticed them and shouted:
  "Hey! You guys!"

Several people immediately became alert and prepared to fight at any time.

However, the soldier showed no hostility at all and just asked: "Have you just entered the city?"

"That's right." Classical Le replied with a hidden smile.

"Oh." The soldier didn't notice anything strange. He just nodded calmly and pointed to the end of the street: "Go to the collection point over there, get a piece of holy water each, and then give it an enema."

"Huh?" Classical Music's smile froze, suspecting that he heard wrongly.

"Ah what?" The soldier thought that several people were resisting, and his expression became serious: "Don't bring diseases to our city!"

At this time, the skinny old man from before said, "But they are not believers in the God of Redemption."

"It doesn't matter." The soldier said loyally: "The Pope said that God's blessing does not distinguish between national boundaries and races. Regardless of whether you believe it or not, as long as you are in the mire, he will save you!"

"Oh! Great Pope!" The skinny old man began to worship the sky.

When other people who were watching the excitement heard that the Pope was so kind, they began to praise him in unison.

"Oh! This is the Pope we recognize!"

"The Savior of Florence!"

"The Pope is great! No need to say more!"

Looking at the almost bewildered people, several exorcists with solemn expressions became more and more certain that this pope was definitely not a good guy.

Even the Catholic Church with its established roots cannot be so deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Why does this pope appear from nowhere?
  And the so-called holy water.

Whose holy water is used for enema? !
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