Chapter 363 Where to buy this medicine
Lantimat Cathedral, Kingdom of Ribia.
The light from the setting sun shines through the windows, forming a corridor of light indoors.
The orange-red light passed in front of Anthony's eyes, making his eyes look scarlet.
His expression was serious, and he sat there motionless like a stone sculpture.
The four archbishops sent by the church to investigate the murder of the silver-rank archbishop were also killed, and only one escaped. Now this person has been in a coma for two days and has no signs of waking up.
What on earth did they encounter? Was it a special monster or the followers of the evil god? There is no answer, because no one who followed the investigation team survived.
In addition, all the special forces that received them were also killed.
"Squeak"
There was a slight sound of a door opening, and the door of the inner room was opened, and a hooded female priest walked out. Judging from her attire, she was a bishop-level elite of the Church of the God of Knowledge.
She wore a gem on her forehead, and the emerald green color in the gem seemed to be flowing.
"Your Majesty, Archbishop Pierre has woken up."
Anthony exhaled quietly and asked, "How is his condition now? Has his injury stabilized?"
The female pastor shook her head slightly and said:
"Not very good. He is suffering from a special kind of pollution. I have never seen a similar source of pollution. The pollution is constantly attacking his vitality, but the purification array has little effect.
But the Archbishop has now awakened and can use his own power to fight this corruption. I have no way of predicting his chances of success.
Now, I can only pray for the blessing of my Lord, hoping that the light of knowledge can illuminate the fog of the world and grant Archbishop Pierre endless wisdom to deal with evil. "
Anthony's ugly expression did not improve. If Pierre could not survive, the Church of the God of Knowledge would have lost five silver-level transcendents in succession.
This is an incalculable loss, equivalent to the church losing one-third of its top combat power.
Another scary thing is that they know nothing about the enemy right now.
"Helena, is there no other solution?"
Anthony stared at the female pastor eagerly and said in a deep voice:
"I can open the secret vault and you can take all the rare spiritual objects and medicines."
Spiritual objects and the like are just external things, he never hesitates to give them away, as long as they can keep people, they are worth it.
Helena lowered her eyes, avoiding the gaze, and after a few seconds of silence, she sighed:
"Your Majesty, it's too late. I have roughly studied the characteristics of this pollution. If it can be purified at the beginning of the pollution, it can be easily purified. However, the pollution has already penetrated deeply into the Archbishop's body and has achieved symbiosis with the Archbishop in a way that I cannot understand.
I have tried the highest level of purification rituals, with little effect, and I found that this purification had a slight damaging effect on the Archbishop.
While the Archbishop is still conscious, you should see him as soon as possible. I am afraid."
The priestess did not continue speaking, but Anthony completely understood what she meant. The purification ritual has two effects. On the one hand, it can remove the erosion of the receptors by the alien pollution law, and on the other hand, it can stimulate the potential of the receptors and indirectly play a role in replenishing the source of life.
Now that the ritual actually causes damage to the target, it means that Pierre is gradually becoming a source of pollution.
Anthony didn't care about anything else and strode into the inner room. Helena hurriedly followed him.
Pierre was shirtless at the moment, with his chest wrapped in thick gauze, and slightly gray-black blood could be seen seeping out of it.
The exposed skin was a strange gray color.
There was a faint fishy smell in the room, and at the same time, Anthony also sensed a sense of decay.
He knew that this was the 'smell' of a decaying soul, but it had only been half a year since Pierre advanced to Silver. Even if he was quite old when he advanced, it would still take at least several decades for his soul to decay.
Anthony blinked his eyes to prevent the other party from seeing the sadness in his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, he regained his calm demeanor.
He strode over to Pierre's bed and asked, "Are you feeling better?"
Pierre managed to squeeze out a sentence with difficulty: "It's very painful."
Now, he felt that the air he breathed was scalding hot, and the nerves in his body were transmitting a feeling of pain to his brain.
He lost his left hand, but the wound had healed. What was strange was that several black granulations had grown there.
The buds were short, but they seemed to be blown by the wind, swaying gently, but there was no wind in the inner room? ! He gasped and spoke again:
"Your Majesty, Lady Helena, can I still be saved?"
Feeling the silence from the other side, Pierre smiled bitterly and closed his eyes. He was unwilling to accept this.
A few months ago, he advanced to the silver level. He was so high-spirited at that time, but now he was lying on the bed, listening to the footsteps of death.
He knew for sure that in his current condition, he could not enter the Hall of Valor in the kingdom of gods.
Ever since the gray fog descended, the passage between the material world and the spiritual world where the gods’ kingdom is located has been blocked by many obstacles and almost cut off.
Helena said bluntly:
“Sir, the pollution has become entangled with your soul and flesh, and purification methods have little effect.
Now, the only good news is that you have woken up and can use your own power to slow down this corrosion. When the corrosion is contained, we will have time to find a way to remove the pollution."
"Do I still have hope?" There was a gleam in Pierre's eyes.
He was able to roughly perceive his situation; the law of pollution was gradually devouring his spiritual light, albeit extremely slowly.
As this strength decreases, his resistance will become weaker and weaker.
"Yes, there is hope." Helena knew that the hope was slim, but she also expected a miracle to happen. "I think you can curb the pollution by meditating and mobilizing holy power. You can try it now."
God of knowledge, please enlighten my wisdom and give me the power to fight against evil.
Pierre prayed silently and began to meditate immediately. His consciousness entered the sea of knowledge, and he saw gray mist rolling in the originally bright space.
After a while, he ended his meditation and slowly opened his eyes, with no joy on his face.
"No?" Helena asked.
Pierre exhaled. "It's not that it doesn't work. It does work. When you meditate, the holy power flowing through your body can indeed curb the pollution. But as soon as you stop meditating, the suppressed pollution will immediately spread."
The priest could not meditate all day long as it would consume a lot of energy. He had tried to use various potions and spiritual objects to nourish himself, but his daily meditation time could only reach twenty hours at most.
There is still a four-hour gap, not to mention that after a long period of meditation, the energy will be very exhausted, and four hours is simply not enough to recover to the best condition.
Besides, he couldn't afford so many high-level potions and spiritual objects.
Anthony understood Pierre's current situation and said with a sour heart, "Sir Helena, I have something to talk to the archbishop about."
Helena bowed slightly, left the room, and closed the door carefully.
Anthony opened his mouth to say a few words of comfort, but in the end, nothing came out. Any words would be too pale and powerless to someone who was waiting to die.
"I will give you a batch of substances that can allow you to meditate for a long time."
This was the only thing he could do for the other party. He coughed and continued, "What kind of enemy attacked you?"
He had to figure out what enemy he was facing so he could prepare for it.
"It's a humanoid monster. I guess it's a human that has been mutated due to pollution. It has obvious human features.
The monster has no helpers and possesses very high intelligence. I think it must have reached the fifth level, otherwise it would not be a match for the four of us.
The monster can release black flames with extremely high temperatures and strong corrosive properties, as if it is a combination of the laws of fire and darkness."
Pierre spoke slowly, trying to describe what he knew as clearly as possible.
Anthony listened very carefully, and he had a certain understanding of the enemy he was about to face.
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Neither of them spoke again, and the room fell into silence for a moment.
"Knock, knock," the slightly hurried knock on the door broke the silence.
"Your Majesty, I am Pisaru, here to visit you."
The visitor was Pierre's younger brother, the second-in-command of the Laurent family and also a bishop in the church.
Anthony was somewhat unhappy. He said that he had something to discuss with Pierre alone, so Helena would definitely block anyone who tried to come in.
The other party still knocked on the door after knowing this information, which was somewhat disrespectful to him, but thinking of Pierre's importance to the Laurent family, he suppressed his displeasure and said, "Come in."
Pisaru pushed the door open and walked in. Compared to his brother who was thin and small, he was tall and strong, with a thick and beautiful beard.
"Your Majesty, excuse me, I got a special potion from a friend, which may help my brother's current condition."
He has a close personal relationship with a senior member of the Warlock Brotherhood's branch in the Kingdom of Ribia. The senior member is also an excellent pharmacist and enjoys a relatively high reputation in the Kingdom of Ribia.
He asked for help and described his brother's injuries. The other party gave him a potion and said that he might try it.
"What potion?"
Anthony was very surprised. Theoretically speaking, the medicines of the Vatican of the Kingdom of Ribia could not solve this problem, and other people's medicines could not relieve the symptoms.
The level of pharmacists in the Church of the God of Knowledge is the best among all the churches. The potions of the Church of the God of Life are only better than theirs in treating injuries.
Helena raised the golden potion in her hand and said:
"Master Pisaru gave me the potion. I took a small amount just now. From my experience, the potion contains a special purifying power. It is somewhat similar to the law of the sun, but much milder than the law of the sun and can be absorbed by the human body."
She paused and said solemnly: "Archbishop Pierre, there is nothing wrong with the potion itself, but I am not sure whether it will have a positive effect on your injuries.
Another thing is that I can feel that the laws contained in this potion are bound to conflict with the laws of pollution. I don't know if your body can withstand it.
Whether to take it or not depends on your opinion. "
Given Pierre's current physical condition, it is difficult for her to withstand the conflict between the rules, so she gives the choice to the injured.
Helena was one of the best pharmacists in the church, and Anthony trusted her judgment.
He thought for a moment and asked, "Is the source of the medicine reliable? What was it originally used for?"
Pisaru hurriedly told his friend's information, and then said:
“The other party said that the original effect was a secret of the Brotherhood, and he would not tell us. He only said that if it was to purify pollution, this golden potion would definitely be the best choice.
According to my friend's research, the drug can not only purify pollution, but long-term use can also have the effect of replenishing the essence of life, although the effect is very weak. "
"I'm willing to try."
Pierre made it clear that he understood that his condition was equivalent to a slow death and he was willing to try any method.
Helena looked at Pope Anthony, who nodded slightly. She unscrewed the stopper of the potion, gently lifted Pierre's head with one hand, and poured the potion into his mouth.
Pierre felt the warmth of the potion with a special sweetness and swallowed it in big gulps. Then, his body began to tremble violently, and his originally azure pupils turned into light gold, with his expression extremely distorted.
Helena was a little panicked. She hugged the other person's head and shouted, "Hold him tight!"
Anthony and the other man immediately stepped forward and held Pierre down. Pisaru murmured, "Augustin had no reason to lie to me."
Anthony gritted his teeth and said, "This guy is dead. The Warlock Brotherhood can't save him!"
The abnormality lasted for more than ten seconds. Pierre slowly calmed down, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and he was breathing heavily.
"Cough cough," he coughed up a piece of gray bloody phlegm, which smelled extremely bad.
"Brother, how is brother?"
Pierre shook his head slightly, then nodded:
"It has some effect, but it's not very noticeable. Maybe you need to take hundreds of bottles to see a good effect."
He felt that a little bit of the pollution in his sea of consciousness was burned away, but it was just a drop in the bucket.
Helena said, "That was a rejection reaction, right? Are you sure the benefits of the medicine outweigh the harm?"
If the benefits of the potion are not greater than the harm, Pierre will die faster.
“There is indeed a conflict between the two laws, but there is a ray of vitality hidden in the potion that reduces the damage caused by the conflict to a negligible level.
It's just that the effect is relatively weak. If the amount of medicine taken is not large, it will not have much impact on my injuries."
All medicines have daily dosages and it is impossible to take them indefinitely, so Pierre is still in a low mood.
"Pa", Pisaru slapped his thigh suddenly and said excitedly:
"Brother, Augustine said that this potion has a more effective model. This is a relatively low-level model. Because the effect is sufficient, the Brotherhood did not purchase a better one."
The other people all showed surprise on their faces, and Helena asked anxiously: "Where did you buy this potion?"
A new type of drug that has been proven to be effective has greatly aroused her interest.
The most effective means of combating pollution has always been through purification rituals, which are very expensive, while the cost of chemicals is much lower.
Pisaru scratched his head: "My friend didn't tell me, I'll go ask now."
(End of this chapter)
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