Chapter 259 Are You Ready?

This is a confrontation that does not allow failure, and the result of failure is more desperate than death. He was eroded by the disease generated by the divine power, spent the last month in madness, and finally died meaninglessly.

On the one hand, there are tens of thousands of lives that may be saved, and on the other hand, his own safety. It is actually clear to Lynch how to choose.

Lynch doesn't mind saving innocent people within his ability, nor does he mind dying generously for the people he cares about, nor does he mind risking his life to fulfill his responsibilities and make up for his mistakes.

But for the sake of those who have nothing to do with him, he is not willing to risk his life to save them.

Nightingale, a saint, was indeed worthy of respect, and Lynch was very moved, but he had no interest in imitating him. Birth, old age, sickness and death were the rules of this world, and he had to get used to these as he was already on the road to immortality.

But he cared about something else.

‘Neighbor, if the fight fails, can my will resist the erosion of the disease? ’

[Unfortunately, what you will suffer by then will be physical damage caused by disease, rather than erosion of the soul by mysterious filth. Your special will will have no effect. 】

‘Death is inevitable? ’

[The probability of death is extremely high. 】

‘Phew, I destroyed Mordiggian’s clone. Behind the scenes, there was always the black spider from the League of Shadows guiding me, and the shadow of the unknown Lord God behind him. We still don’t know their true purpose, and I’m worried that this is also part of their plan. In order to avoid being caught off guard when things happen, it’s still necessary to make some preparations in advance, what do you think? . ’

[I will be by your side to witness every choice you make. 】

Just don't provide any opinions. Lin Qi remained silent, feeling a little depressed.

[There is always a price to pay for what you want, Lynch. ] Ms. Luna's voice was still gentle, but Lynch could hear the seriousness in it, [This is not to make things difficult for you, but this is your own journey. If you want to go on by your own will, you cannot avoid paying. The price is to make every decision alone during the journey. 】

‘Tsk, that’s right. It’s indeed a fair price. I was greedy. ’ Lynch smiled in consciousness, ‘Then my choice this time is that I know that the investment and the return are not equal, but I still plan to take a risk. ’

[You don’t need to explain to me, Lynch, I said, this is your journey. 】

‘But you are watching, my goddess. This is not my journey, this is our journey. Even if it is to let you see a better scenery, I still have to explain it to you, hehe. ’

[Hehe...] The laughter was as gentle as water, [You said something just now, do you remember it? Talked to the priest of Sul. 】

‘My heart and conduct are as clear as a clear mirror, and everything I do is holy? ’

[So, don’t worry, I’m with you. 】

Tsk...I like this answer.

Lynch smiled both inside and outside his consciousness, and said to Ms. Nightingale, who had an expectant look in her eyes: "Since you are ready to declare war on disease again, of course I am willing to stand on your side and do my part to protect the innocent. "

"I should have made it clear about the dangers, child. Regarding the rewards..."

"But as a soul-shifter, you have to deal with distortion and death every day. Instead of worrying about more or less troubles, it is better to follow your own heart and do what you think is right." Lin Qi waved his hands nonchalantly and said, "As for the reward, I have actually received it."

"Huh?" The old woman was a little surprised.

Ding, Lynch flicked up the penny he just snatched back.

"Isn't that right? You have already paid for it as soon as we met." Lynch patted the old lady's arm, and his eyes behind the mask flashed with a smile. "Although I care about money, I am not greedy yet. I am not greedy for medical funds." Start? I really don’t dare to do such a thing, I feel guilty, and I have already received the reward. Hehe, it can be seen that the funds of the Tribulation Church are not abundant, except for donations, most of them come from within the church. Donations from people. One of your anonymous eldest ladies has already donated a lot to me for you, and may donate more in the future. If I continue to squeeze out of your medical funds, I'm worried that I will be deprived of my money next time. Shotgun blast in my head."

The old lady was stunned for a moment, patted Lynch on the arm, and said softly: "I underestimated you, my child. Thank you for your efforts. You are a good person."

"???"

You are such a bad old lady, how can you say something nice and suddenly curse her?

Hum hum, you provide people, money, and technology to help me achieve my goals, and finally thank me. You are the good people, and your entire church is a good person.

"But I also have to respect my own profession and dedication, Ms. Nightingale. I can't help without reason, so I have a request. I hope you can guide the Suffering Church to develop treatment drugs as soon as possible. You just said that at least half The development period is more than a month, so it is best not to exceed this time. After all, the disease waits for no one, and I have the right to use the developed drugs free of charge and priority. "

"Yes, I can make the decision on this matter. I will allocate church resources to develop treatment drugs."

That's good, the sooner I finish it the more at ease I will be.

"Then private detective Lynch Leviev is willing to serve you." Lynch stroked his chest and bowed, "What do you need me to do?"

"I need your blood first, come with me."

The old lady nodded to the two men in white robes who had been watching for a long time. The two men had already separated the iron bed from the ground and pushed the gagged patient out of the cell.

They didn't take the elevator in the main hall, fearing to scare passers-by, so they went around to the side and took the small elevator to the top floor. Along the way, the noise of the air valve deflation and the collision of metal gears made the patient more and more irritable. The violent struggle made the belt shake constantly, which frightened Lynch.

"In mysticism, blood is a very special existence."

I don't know if it's an illusion, Lynch always feels that Nightingale's attitude has changed a little at this time, and she is more relaxed and casual than before, but she explains more patiently:

"It not only represents yourself, but also represents blood. It is not only defined by the body, but also by the soul. In other words, a drop of blood may not be able to fully express your body and soul, but it is very symbolic and can reflect all your states, including changes in the body and abnormalities in the soul."

As they were talking, the group had reached the top floor and entered a special room.

The pure white room was empty, and the Ouroboros holy emblem was hung high in the middle of the roof. The holy emblem exuded a faint sacred atmosphere, which made people feel awe.

On one side of the room, a holy image was hung high on the wall. In the painting was a woman in a white robe, wearing an Ouroboros headband and holding a two-headed snake scepter. She turned her back to the painting, leaving only a back figure standing in the wind.

Fiona, the Lord of Suffering and Pain.

As soon as he entered the room, Lynch bowed to the portrait, and then watched two men in white robes push the iron bed under the portrait and fix it, then took out the syringe and drew a large tube of thick black blood from the patient.

"The power of blood is sometimes more like a resonance, which will not change because it leaves the body. Even if it has been extracted from the body, it still maintains integrity with the original owner in concept. In other words, a tube of blood, in the sense of mysticism, sometimes represents the whole person."

As she said, the old lady took the syringe and flicked it, observing it in the light of the gas lamp for a moment, then put it aside, picked up an empty one and gestured to Lynch. Lynch looked at the syringe as thick as a baby's arm, curled his lips secretly, sighed and stretched out his arm.

Diana, wait. Just for this tube of blood, I will go to your house and eat for free for three days.

"But the trouble lies in the resonance. When we change the state of fresh blood in the concept of mysticism, this change will be immediately fed back to the original owner through integrity and resonance, which gives rise to many attacks and curses that travel through blood. They are often bizarre, difficult to guard against, and very dangerous."

As Nightingale spoke, she pulled out the needle, which was already filled with Lynch's dark red blood. She looked at it with satisfaction, then put down the needle, signaled to the two assistants to start preparing, and then looked at Lynch and said seriously:

"We use the integrity of blood to influence this disease, use your will to distort the concept of this disease, so that the current medicine can take effect, but the power of the evil god will also be fed back to you through the resonance of blood, bringing huge risks."

"Once the ritual begins, it cannot be terminated. The ritual ends or succeeds, or there is one more patient."

"Mr. Lynch Leviev, one last confirmation, are you... ready?"