Chapter 386 Additional Commission

July 2, 1399, 10 o'clock.

Larson Rift Valley.

This is a natural landscape west of the Rhine city, a remnant of the Land River's diversion thousands of years ago.

This area has not been settled for tens of thousands of years, and there are few humanoid corpses, so the Church of the Cross decided to locate it here.

Both ends of the rift valley are guarded by heavily armed Rhine regular troops. Hundreds of regular troops are equipped with standard steam rifles and high-pressure gas cylinders. Even if they confront the ghouls head-on, they can still survive. Near the execution site are the four major church knights. More than 30 formal knights defended the area to prevent any ghouls from sneaking in and ruining the plan.

Under the personal guidance of Ms. Nightingale, the group of four passed through numerous checkpoints and entered the heavily guarded Rift Valley camp.

As soon as they approached the camp, the heavily guarded environment suddenly turned serious. Even though there was Ms. Nightingale, and even a few of the guards had met before when the Princess of the Church of Misery was attacked, the other party still looked cautious. After checking the identities of the four people one by one, they were let in.

"We have artificially caused the loss of control twice, and there were very few humanoid corpses here. Now almost all of them come out and are cleaned up by us." Ms. Nightingale still looked kind and explained, " The current environment can guarantee basic safety, so you don’t have to worry about it.”

Lynch pointed to the surrounding guards with their weapons close to their bodies, as well as the elite border guards armed with live ammunition a few kilometers away: "Such basic security?"

"That's why I say 'basic'. The mysterious world is full of uncertainties. No one knows which will come first, tomorrow or the accident. Although you can see the end here at a glance, there might be some ghouls hiding somewhere. For To ensure that there are no flaws in the plan, it’s better to be cautious. Let’s go, young children, the rest will depend on you.”

In the center of the camp is a newly built secret room. The thick walls are one meter long and made of solid masonry and cement, which can withstand the continuous bombardment of warships and naval guns. The walls are engraved with dense patterns, and the dark red lines all over the walls are filled with The eerie aura reflected an ominous light in the sunlight.

"This is not human blood, this is the blood of the Dark Chaser."

A hoarse and old voice sounded from behind. When he turned around, he saw Mr. Gurman, the president of the Secret Art Research Society, walking out of the nearby barracks. Although he is over seventy years old, he still looks full of energy. Today he is wearing a purple robe and a wide-brimmed pointed hat. He is dressed like a mage from the legend.

"The Dark Chaser is a kind of bat. It is a mysterious creature that lives in a mysterious and filthy environment. Their blood is naturally able to quickly absorb the filth in the environment. With these absorption runes, the concentration of filth radiated from it can be reduced. It will be greatly reduced so as not to overly affect the defenders outside. After all, we have to guard here for three days, and no one wants to die very much, and they are not very interested in becoming monsters. "

"That's a coincidence, so are we." After the dance the night before yesterday, Lynch felt a little more cordial when he saw the old man. He took off his hat and saluted, "Ms. Nightingale has invited you to help. , thank you for your work."

"In order to protect the normal operation of this world, I should do my part, but it is far less than the efforts of you." The old man smiled sheepishly, "And I also have selfish motives and want to get first-hand information."

"Um?"

"The Third Age is called the Dark Age. If we say that in the Savage Age of the Second Age, people lost the protection of gods for the first time, faced the mystery as mortals, and fell into an era of brutal and disorderly chaos, then the Third Age is when people They have adapted to an era of surviving under the intrusion of mysterious and evil gods, and even actively assimilating with them. In that era, the world was full of mysterious creatures, cultists openly ran rampant, and cruel and bloody sacrifices to evil gods could be seen everywhere, and even became official rituals in some countries. That era was full of madness and darkness, so it was called the Dark Ages.”

During the previous training, the four of them had already heard a brief introduction, but now they still listened carefully, not daring to ignore a single word. No veteran dares to ignore the information in the mysterious world. Those who do so are already dead. Sometimes a word can save a life, and ignoring it is self-destruction.

"So where are your selfish motives?"

"In the dark ages, people have not yet developed the power of their souls. They are weak in the face of mystery, but they are not helpless." The old man spread his hands, and a ball of flame condensed in the palm of his hand, and then twisted and deformed, turning into a slim ball of flames. The figure danced in the palm of his hand, "The technique that people used to fight against mystery at that time was the secret method, and the secret magician was the backbone of the fight against mystery."

Lin Qi suddenly understood the origin of this secret technique.

"In that era, there were also hard stones that were completely insulated by secret techniques, but there were not many. Most people could simply master one or two secret techniques."

The lady police officer who did not want to be named showed a stubborn smile.

“But it’s very difficult to become a mystic who is proficient in manipulating secret arts.”

Lin Qi raised his eyebrows and subconsciously asked: "How difficult is it?"

"Well... the four of you combined are not enough."

Lin Qi rolled his eyes and was too lazy to pay attention to the old man who couldn't speak.

"In short, that era was full of shadows of secrets. Symbols, texts, books, poems, all information may contain secrets, and they are secrets that have been lost for thousands of years. After you go in, if you find anything strange Record the information..."

"Bring those things out for research? That's not easy. This mission is already so difficult and dangerous. If I spend more energy to pay extra attention to those irrelevant things..."

Lin Qi showed a very embarrassed expression, but his thumb and index finger were twisting quickly, and he stretched them to his mouth to make a saliva-wetting gesture.

"You kid." The flame dancer made a middle finger gesture to Lin Qi in the palm of his hand, "I know, I know, don't count. All the information you bring back, if the research results are obtained, will be shared with you for free."

"What are you counting? I just think the weather is too dry and my hands are a little dry."

This is when I realized that last time an old man took away a lot of knowledge from me for free, I scolded him for more than 20 days before going to bed. Lin Qi then put down his hand, revealing a righteous expression:

"To contribute to the cause of arcane research, isn't this the duty of us young people? You are so polite, and you still ask for compensation. It's so embarrassing, but since it's you who proposed it, we will reluctantly accept it. Don't do this next time... Stop, I was wrong, that thing is hot, don't let her come over."

From then on, Lin Qi learned one thing, it's easy to get beaten if you are rude.

After chatting and laughing with the upper-class bigwigs in this world, the four of them entered the building engraved with symbols accompanied by two bigwigs.

The interior of the building is a space of dozens of square meters, and the walls are also full of runes. There is almost nothing inside, only a table in the middle, and an ordinary silver ring is suspended on the table.

【Sven's blessing, a disaster-level wonder. 】

"It was triggered out of control two hours ago, and now it is stable in an out of control state."

Ms. Nightingale took out four small bags and handed them to the four people, each of which contained five seeds of the human-faced fruit:

"I won't say anything more, children, I wish you good luck, and welcome you in May 684 of the Third Era."