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But he soon realized the limitations.
He said to his followers: I will use the precious power God has given me to make a medicine, tube by tube, and apply grease on the inside and outside.
Then Jiang Locke tried many mundane carriers, but none of them could carry the supreme power.
Jiang Luoke began to doubt whether his wisdom could save those who were in trouble.
He prayed to God, and all Florence answered him.
The Florentines saved themselves.
Before dawn, their hopes condensed into the carrier Jiang Locke needed.
Before dawn, enough holy water for the whole city to bathe was finally produced.
The first ray of light illuminated the path of life in Florence.
God has abandoned this land, but the God of redemption protects it.
Jiang Luoke was crowned, and his name was sung here from generation to generation.
The savior of Florence and the Pope of the Red Cross - Ginger Locke I.
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 there were skills… it would be nice 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.
"Accept the reality..."
The sword wielder sighed.
"Don't be so serious." Classical music helplessly advised: "This kind of spiritual realm for learning and communication is generally difficult, isn't this a routine? Every time there are deaths, a few people will die. Didn't the guild give us life-saving props before we set out? We won't really die."
Mentioning this, the sword holder's expression suddenly changed.
Gudian realized something and his expression started to become unnatural: "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 mean..."
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 conversation: "This is the limitation of the times, there is nothing we can do about it."
The other three people did not have the elegance to chat, they just wanted to finish 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.