Chapter 543 Let Me See

"There are no free wonders in the world. Everything has a price. Even if you find the right path, as long as you still need the light of miracles, the sacrifice is indispensable. It's just a matter of how much."

"I have heard about some of your abilities. It is actually most appropriate to leave this task to you. It can save a lot of trouble, but...but since you have asked for it, the task of collecting sacrifices will be left to you. I hope you will Whether it can be completed properly is related to the effect of the use of strange objects and the price we have to pay, so I leave everything to you, let us each do our best."

Thinking of Ms. Nightingale's instructions, Lynch and the others walked out of the Dark Night Cathedral. As soon as they walked out, a piercing scream came from a distance.

"Woo~~"

Under the sun, the huge steam locomotive looked like a ferocious monster, dragging the long carriage all the way, and the billowing smoke roared away along with the tremors of the earth.

The noisy crowds on the street had long been accustomed to it and continued the previous celebrations. However, Lynch, who had just walked out of the dark night church, looked thoughtfully at the train dragging the billowing smoke and did not move for a long time.

"What's wrong?" Natalie poked Lynch on the back, "Is there something wrong with that train?"

"There's nothing wrong with the train, I'm the one with the problem."

Lynch frowned and pondered for a moment, then whispered in the ears of the two ladies.

"Yes, yes, but is it necessary?" Miss Diana asked.

"There is a saying in the First Age of Mythology, 'Be careful enough to ensure that the ship will not capsize for ten thousand years.' I think it makes sense. Even if it is just a wasted trip in the end, it is still a wasted trip, which is better than being underprepared. good."

"Okay, what you said makes sense. I'll deal with it in a moment." The countess nodded, "But now, go and prepare the sacrifice. The lady is still waiting. This cannot be delayed."

Lin Qi nodded and tightened the big bag in his hand.

The bag contained twenty-four glass bottles, which were the bottles inside Miracle Light. The clean water inside had been emptied, and then Lynch and the others took them out of the heavily guarded safe house.

There is no need to worry about the safety of the bottle. The main body of the Miracle Light is a medicine box. The bottle is only a part of the medicine box. On the one hand, it has the same indestructibility as the main body of the medicine box. If anyone can easily destroy it, It is an advent-level rare object, so it is not a problem to destroy the territory of the Night Goddess by the way. On the other hand, the bottle belongs to the medicine box. If it is farther away or separated for a longer time, it will automatically return to the inside of the medicine box. There is no use in snatching it away. As long as the main body is still in the safe house, it will be fine.

The three of them carried out all the glass bottles at this time, preparing to prepare sacrifices.

Although Lynch is soft-hearted, he is not overflowing with the Holy Mother's heart. Since sacrifice is inevitable and there are people who are willing to dedicate themselves, he is also willing to respect their choice.

Nightingale had already selected the candidates to be sacrifices when she left. When Lynch and the others returned to the Church of the Passion, twenty-four Sisters of the Passion had been waiting in a side hall of the church for a long time. I have met some of them several times, including several ladies who had previously trained them to cultivate the Human Face Fruit.

No one hesitated or shied away. A group of women sat together calmly and looked at Lynch who walked in.

"I'm sorry, ladies." Lin Qi walked into the side hall with his head lowered as if full of guilt, and his deep voice was a bit unbearable, "I think you already know the purpose of our trip. I'm sorry. But there is no other way to go now, I can only ask everyone...I'm sorry."

Some people showed nervous expressions, but soon regained their composure. A group of women sat there calmly and looked at Lynch, who had his head lowered. Someone said lightly:

"There is no need for this. We are mentally prepared. This is our own choice. We don't blame you. So, what should we do?"

Lin Qi took a deep breath, raised his head with determination, and said in a deep voice: "Since you have already had this realization, then please do it yourself and take out your... Hey, hey, what are you doing?"

Before Lynch could finish speaking, he was taken aside by Officer Natalie, and Miss Diana had already stood in his position, glared at him, and then said to the nuns: "I'm sorry, fellow believers, no need to Pay attention to this... Anyway, we need everyone's arterial blood, just one bottle per person."

As he spoke, he opened the bag and revealed the glass bottle inside.

Uh-huh.

Twenty-four eyes instantly turned to Lin Qi's face. If the knife-like eyes were not a metaphor, there should have been hundreds of blood holes on his body.

"Ahem, calm down, calm down. I see such a good atmosphere, it would be a pity not to make a joke."

Lynch bravely protected the police officer in front of him, blocking the girls' vicious sight. Seeing that it didn't seem to have much effect, he smiled and said:

"Okay, okay, I apologize, I apologize. Anyway, please everyone contribute a portion of your arterial blood. You should know what this means."

Yes, everyone knows it.

In the field of occultism, blood often has extremely strong mysterious properties and is inseparable from concepts such as life and soul. Using blood as a medium, a strong connection can be established between the individual and the target.

Therefore, when the blood is put into the glass bottle, the sacrifice is no longer the blood, but the twenty-four nuns who provide the blood, and everything subsequently offered by the sacrifice becomes the harvest of the miraculous light.

In fact, this was originally the traditional method of the Light of Miracles to determine the sacrifice. Those who sacrificed themselves had gone through this step, so that the beauty they showed afterwards would become the nourishment of the Light of Miracles and stimulate its full functions.

However, Ms. Nightingale has repeatedly emphasized that becoming a sacrifice this time will not put them in danger of life, because without the need for full activation, there is room for sharing, unlike the original situation where every sacrifice must die. In this way, the more sacrifices are shared, the less the price everyone pays, and everyone can survive.

Well, in theory.

So, with the intention of killing Lynch, the nuns skillfully drew their own blood and injected it into the empty glass bottle.

The scene of sewage turning into clean water that the three imagined did not repeat itself. After the blood was introduced into the bottle, it seemed to be pulled by some force and slowly rotated clockwise in the bottle. Lynch looked at the center of the vortex, which seemed to have an extremely strange power, as if it was going to suck his soul in.

Shaking his head, leaving the illusion behind, Lynch stared at the glass bottle. His inspiration had been stimulated to the maximum. Through the perspective of perception, everything began to distort. The twenty-four glass bottles had become a group of hazy and distorted light and shadows, which seemed to be entangled with unobservable thin lines, extending all the way to the invisible end.

Huh, Ms. Nightingale was right, it was true.

Lynch sighed, this was exactly the strange object observed through inspiration, a weird image that ordinary people might go crazy after seeing, but he was now calm and full of expectations.

Because he needed to observe whether the strange object was activated in this state, and finally decide how many of the twenty-four people would participate in the sacrifice. Too many people would only be a waste, but if there were too few people and they could not share the burden, all the sacrifices might pay a heavy price. Originally, Nightingale planned to have more or less. Although too many was not a good thing, it was at least better than not enough, but now someone took the initiative to deliver it to the door, and the old woman could only reluctantly meet his request.

Tsk, I really asked for trouble.

Lin Qi curled his lips, calmed down, and stretched out his fingers to gently touch the hazy and distorted light and shadow.

Let me see.