Chapter 363 Where to Buy This Medicine

Rebia Kingdom, Lantimat Cathedral.

The light of the setting sun passed through the window, forming a corridor of light in the room.

The orange-red light passed through Anthony's eyes, and his eyes were reflected with scarlet color.

His expression was serious, like a stone sculpture sitting there motionless.

The four archbishops sent by the church to investigate the murder of the silver-level archbishop were also killed, and only one escaped back. Now this person has been in a coma for two days and has not yet woken up.

What exactly did they encounter, whether it was a special monster or a follower of the evil god, there is no answer, because no one who followed the investigation team survived.

In addition, the special forces who received them also died.

"Squeak"

There was a slight sound of opening the door, and the door of the inner room was opened. A hooded female priest came out. Judging from her clothes, 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 he now? Has his injury stabilized?"

The female priest shook her head gently 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 invading his vitality, but the effect of the purification array is very weak.

However, the archbishop has woken up now and can use his own power to fight this corrosion. I have no way of predicting the chance of success.

Now, I can only pray for the blessing of my Lord. I hope that the light of knowledge can illuminate the fog of the world and give Archbishop Pierre endless wisdom to deal with evil."

Anthony's ugly face did not improve. If Pierre could not survive, the Church of the God of Knowledge would lose five silver-level extraordinary people in succession.

This is an immeasurable loss, equivalent to the church losing one-third of its top combat power.

Another terrible thing is that they still know nothing about the enemy.

"Helena, isn't there any other way?"

Anthony stared at the female priest eagerly and said in a deep voice:

"I can open the secret vault, and all rare spiritual objects and medicines are at your disposal."

Spiritual objects and the like are just external objects, and he never skimps on them. As long as he can keep people around, it's worth it.

Helena lowered her eyes, avoiding the gaze. 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 penetrated deep into the archbishop's body, in a way that I cannot understand. way to achieve symbiosis with the archbishop.

I have tried the highest level of cleansing rituals with limited success. And I found that when this purification was used on the Archbishop, it actually produced a slight damaging effect.

While the Archbishop is still awake, you should meet him as soon as possible, I'm afraid."

The female priest did not continue, but Anthony fully understood what she meant. The purification ceremony has two effects. On the one hand, it removes the erosion of the receptors caused by the law of foreign contamination. On the other hand, it can stimulate the potential of the receptors and indirectly benefit them. The role of the origin of life.

Now that the ritual is actually causing damage to the target, it means that Pierre has gradually become a source of pollution.

Anthony didn't care about anything else and strode into the inner room, Helena followed hurriedly.

Pierre's upper body was bare at the moment, and his chest was bandaged with thick gauze. You could see slightly gray-black blood oozing out of it.

The exposed skin showed a strange gray color.

There was a faint fishy smell in the room, and at the same time, Anthony also felt a sense of decay in his spiritual sense.

He knew that this was the 'smell' that comes from a rotten soul, but it had only been half a year since Pierre advanced to silver. Even if the other party was quite old when he advanced, it would still be at least several decades before his soul rotted.

Anthony blinked 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 to Pierre's bed and greeted him:

"Do you feel better?"

Pierre struggled to squeeze out a sentence: "It hurts a lot."

Now, he felt that the air he breathed was scalding hot, and the nerves in his body were sending pain to his brain.

He lost his left hand, but the wound had healed. What was strange was that several black granulations grew there.

The granulations were very short, but they seemed to be blown by the wind and swayed 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 on the other side, Pierre smiled bitterly and closed his eyes. He was unwilling to accept it.

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 the god of death.

He knew for sure that in his current state, he could not enter the Hall of Heroes in the Kingdom of Gods.

Since the gray fog fell, the material world and the spiritual world where the kingdom of gods are located have been blocked by many obstacles, and the passage has been almost cut off.

Helena said bluntly:

"Sir, the pollution has been entangled with your soul and flesh, and the means of purification have little effect.

Now, the only good news is that you have woken up and can use your own power to delay this corrosion. When the corrosion is contained, we will have time to find a way to remove the pollution."

"Do I still have hope?" A glimmer of light flashed in Pierre's eyes.

He can roughly perceive his situation. The law of pollution is devouring his spiritual light step by step, although it is extremely slow.

As one grows stronger and the other loses, his resistance will become weaker and weaker.

"Yes, there is hope." Helena understood that the hope was slim, but she also expected a miracle to happen. "I think you can contain the pollution by meditating and arousing the holy power. You can try it now."

God of knowledge, may you enlighten my wisdom and give me the power to fight against evil.

Pierre prayed silently and immediately began to meditate. His consciousness entered the sea of ​​​​consciousness, 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.

Helena asked: "No?"

Pierre breathed out: "It's not impossible, it's effective. The Holy Power circulating in the body during meditation can indeed suppress pollution, but as long as you stop meditating, the suppressed pollution will spread immediately."

The priest cannot meditate all day. Meditation consumes a lot of energy. He has tried using various medicines and spiritual objects to replenish himself, but he can only meditate for up to twenty hours a day.

There is still a gap of four hours, not to mention that the energy will be very exhausted after a long period of meditation, and it is impossible to return to the best state in four hours.

In addition, he couldn't afford so many high-end potions and spiritual items.

Anthony understood Pierre's current situation and said with a sour heart: "Your Excellency Helena, I have something to talk to the archbishop."

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 he said nothing. Any words were too pale for a person waiting to die.

"I will allocate you a batch of substances that will 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 is attacking you?"

He must understand the enemy he faces in order to be prepared to deal with it.

"A humanoid monster, I guess it is a human being mutated by pollution. You can see obvious human characteristics.

The monster has no helpers and has high intelligence. I think it must have reached the fifth level, otherwise it would not be an opponent of the four of us.

The monster can release black flames, which have extremely high temperatures and strong corrosive properties. It seems to be a combination of the law of fire and the law of darkness."

Pierre spoke slowly, describing what he knew as clearly as possible.

Anthony listened carefully, and he had a certain understanding of the enemy he was about to face.

Neither of them spoke again, and the room fell silent for a while.

"Dong, dong", a slightly hurried knock on the door broke the silence.

"Your Majesty, I am Pisaru, coming to visit."

The visitor was Pierre's younger brother, the second-in-command of the Laurent family, and also a bishop of the church.

Anthony was a little unhappy. He said that he had something to talk to Pierre alone, so Helena would definitely stop 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: "Come in."

Pisaru pushed the door open. Compared with his brother's thinness, he was tall and strong, and had 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 had a close personal relationship with a senior member of the Warlock Brotherhood in the Kingdom of Ribia, who was also an excellent pharmacist and enjoyed a relatively high reputation in the Kingdom of Ribia.

He asked for help and described his brother's injury. The other party gave him a potion and said that he might try it.

"What potion?"

Anthony was surprised. Theoretically, the potions of the Church of the Kingdom of Ribia could not solve this problem, and the potions of others could not relieve the symptoms.

The level of pharmacists in the Church of the God of Knowledge was the best among all churches. The potions of the Church of the God of Life were only superior to them in treating injuries.

Helena raised the golden potion in her hand and said:

"Mr. Pisaru gave me the potion. I just took a little bit. According to my experience, the potion contains a special purifying power, which is somewhat like 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 no problem with the potion itself, but I can't be sure whether it has a positive effect on your injuries.

One more thing, I can feel that the law contained in this potion must conflict with the law of pollution. I don't know if your body can withstand it.

Whether to take it or not depends on your opinion. "

With Pierre's current physical condition, it is difficult for her to withstand the conflict between the laws, so she gave the choice to the wounded.

Helena is one of the best pharmacists in the church, and Anthony trusts her judgment.

He thought for a while and asked:

"Is the source of the potion reliable? What was it originally used for?"

Pisaru hurriedly told his friend's information, and then said:

"The original effect, the other party said it was a secret of the Brotherhood, he didn't say, but just said that if it is to purify pollution, this golden light potion must be the best choice.

According to my friend's research, the potion can not only purify pollution, but also replenish the source of life if taken for a long time, although the effect is very weak. "

"I'm willing to try. "

Pierre expressed his opinion. 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 bottle 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 hint of special sweetness, swallowed it in a big mouthful, and then his body trembled violently, and his originally blue pupils turned into a light gold, and his expression was extremely distorted.

Helena was a little panicked. She hugged the other's head and shouted: "Hold him tight!"

Anthony and the other person immediately stepped forward to hold Pierre. Pisaru murmured: "This, Augustine has no reason to lie to me."

Anthony gritted his teeth: "This guy is dead, the Warlock Brotherhood can't save him!"

The abnormality lasted for more than ten seconds, and Pierre slowly calmed down. Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and he gasped heavily.

"Cough cough", he coughed out a piece of gray blood sputum, which was extremely smelly.

"Brother, how are you doing?"

Pierre shook his head slightly and nodded again:

"It has a little effect, but the effect is not obvious. Maybe taking a few hundred bottles will have a good effect."

He felt that the pollution in the sea of ​​consciousness was burned away a little, but it was a drop in the bucket.

Helena said: "It was probably a rejection reaction just now. Are you sure the benefits of the medicine outweigh the harm?"

If the benefits of the potion are not outweighed by the harm, Pierre will die faster.

"There is indeed a conflict between the two powers of law, but there is a trace of vitality in the potion that reduces the damage caused by the conflict to a negligible level.

But the effect is relatively weak. If the amount of medicine taken is not large, it will have little impact on my injury. "

All medicines have a daily dosage and cannot be taken unlimitedly. Therefore, Pierre's mood is still low.

"Pa", Pisarru suddenly patted his thigh and said excitedly:

"Brother, Augustine said that this potion has a stronger version. This is a relatively low-level version. Because the effect is enough, the brotherhood did not buy a better one."

Several other people's faces showed surprise, and Helena asked eagerly:

"Where did you buy this potion?"

A new type of medicine that was proven to be effective greatly aroused her interest.

The most effective way to combat pollution has always been to use purification rituals. The cost of that is very high, and the cost of pharmaceuticals will be much lower.

Pisarru scratched his head: "My friend didn't tell me, I'm going to ask now."