Evening Bell Church.

Chapter 251 The Beginning of the Plague

After about five or six minutes, a large group of people came to the hall under the guidance of the attendants.

There seemed to be sixteen people in this team, led by Oliver and a handsome young man with a relatively dull expression.

"Prince Jean!?" After seeing this sluggish young man, many nobles suddenly shouted.

When Wanas, who was speaking from the inside, heard this, she lost her composure and suddenly turned her head. When she saw the familiar face with a dull face, her eyes were faintly red, and her heart was full of distress and grief.

Yes, this sluggish young man is the prince who had turned into a werewolf and disappeared for almost two months, Jean.

"Jin!?" Wanas wanted to step forward, but was stopped by Virginia.

"Calm down, Your Majesty. This Gene should be different from your younger brother. He has very strong mysterious fluctuations in his body. He is no longer an ordinary person."

Wanas calmed down when she heard this, thinking of His Majesty's instructions just now, she took a deep breath and slowly regained her composure.

Randall whispered: "Your Majesty, no matter what the reason, keep a certain distance from them. These people are dangerous."

Wanas looked at Gene, who had a dull face, and nodded with a heavy heart, expressing his understanding.

The rhythm that had been controlled by Wanas just now was suddenly shaken by the sudden appearance of Prince Jin.

Su Ge hid in the crowd, carefully watching the group of people who came in.

These people were all wearing uniform black dresses, and there seemed to be two nobles with relatively high status among them.

Among the sixteen people, including Jean, there are fourteen mystics.

"Oliver is at the master level. Judging from the subtle psychic fluctuations, others should have four expert levels, and the rest are professional levels."

"As for the profession, I can't tell. According to Master Geros' dictation, Oliver is a master-level soul hunter."

"Soul hunter... is really a troublesome profession." Su Ge had a headache.

Soul Hunter is a relatively special profession. It is not a regular profession, but it does not reach the height of the arcane profession.

The soul hunter is a variant of the Necromancer. In the language of the game, it is a special transfer.

A necromancer is a mysterious profession that studies dead bodies, centering on the knowledge of human death.

On top of this, the soul hunter is a profession that specializes in the study of souls.This kind of profession has a very powerful mental attack, and many methods can directly act on the human soul.In severe cases, it will cause permanent damage to the soul of the person. If it is mild, it will be insane forever. If it is serious, the soul will be snatched away, and it will burp on the spot.

At this time, many nobles present knew that Oliver was a popular person beside the Duke of the Mountains, so they quickly leaned over and greeted him with a smile.

Su Ge withdrew his gaze and turned his head to check Wanas' state at this time.

As soon as he turned around, he saw Randall making two consecutive identical gestures to himself.

This gesture represents confirmation, and two consecutive gestures represent that the servant has responded, and at the same time confirmed Su Ge's conjecture.

At the same time, the edge of the Central Ring near the outer city has become chaotic.

After dinner, or after smelling a strange smell, some townspeople began to feel drowsy, with a manic feeling of being caught in their hearts.

This manic feeling became more and more intense, and finally accompanied by a howl, these people completely lost their sense of self.

It can be seen from the sky that there are already dozens of werewolves in tattered clothes, with black hair all over their bodies, strong and powerful, sharp teeth and claws, walking aimlessly.

Bang bang bang!
In the rooms of the buildings on both sides, one black figure after another suddenly rushed out, and then fell steadily to the ground, staring at the surroundings with violent scarlet eyes.

They don't seem to be hostile to the same type of werewolves, but are extremely aggressive to any strange creatures.

Stray dogs, stray cats, etc., have not escaped the palm of these werewolves.

In a relatively secluded room, Lance looked at the werewolves on the street through the curtains, and said with a bad expression, "Did you still catch up?"

"Master Knight, what should we do?" Behind him were twelve people. These people were men and women. Although they were dressed as priests, they were all strong and energetic.

Even if it doesn't look like a mysterious person, it's not the kind of weak ordinary person.

After all, you are preaching outside these days, and you don’t have some physical means. How can you let others listen to your teachings quietly?
Lance nodded: "The plague that Mr. Bell Bearer said has already begun. Although you have the protection of the spirit of the lake, you will be immune to the plague, but you will only die in the face of so many werewolves."

After hearing this, everyone fell into a dilemma with ugly faces.

"You wait here with peace of mind. I will protect the entire room with the protection of elves to prevent werewolves from approaching here. I will go outside to see if I can find a way to break the situation."

Lance said and walked to the back room of the room.

After a while, when Lance walked out again, he put on a pure purple, metal knight helmet with a mask.

There is also a pure purple long sword in his hand.

The long sword is about 1.2 meters wide, about the width of a human palm. There are exquisite reliefs on the hilt. The sword grid is a butterfly with wings spread, which is very wide.

The sword body is not thin, it looks slightly thicker than normal swords, but the purple blade is very sharp, shining with an icy cold light.

"This is..." Seeing this sword, the missionaries were very excited.

"This is the "Determination Without Regrets", one of the legendary three holy swords in the lake?" The missionary asked excitedly.

Lance nodded, squeezed the hilt of the sword tightly and explained: "This is a treasure given to me by the Holy Lord. It cannot be used unless it is absolutely necessary. But now, I think it is time to use it. At this moment, I will fulfill my duty For the knight's creed and code, the will and determination to implement it. Just like this sword, the determination without regret."

Meanwhile, outside.

Ahhhhh!
Accompanied by a burst of screams, after the plague was released, the three people from the Extreme Cosmos Research Institute who had not had time to evacuate were torn to pieces by a group of werewolves, blood and internal organs were scattered all over the place, which was extremely miserable.

"Don't worry about them, go to the next place, we're running out of time!" The remaining people quickly got into the carriage and went to the next key location under the escort of the relevant mysterious person.

Dr. Saro stepped on a strange metal disc and floated in mid-air. Looking at the rapidly increasing number of werewolves on the ground and starting to wreak havoc, with joy and relief on his face, he opened his arms and said loudly: "Our ideal, Our long-cherished wish has finally come true!"

On the ground, the number of werewolves increased rapidly. It may be that these changes were too silent and rapid, and there was no panic or cruel killing.

Taking families as units, more and more werewolves jumped out of the windows and joined the wandering ranks.

Indistinctly, a black aura that ordinary people cannot see gradually rises and gathers towards the palace...

(End of this chapter)