The little pastor is taking care of the weirdness of divinity

Chapter 201: Making a living from illness [Magic Ship] has been destroyed
The scrolling Chinese language spans trillions of years and continues to tell the story of the past:

"In terms of character, the infected person will become as greedy as the existence that brought this plague, driven by fierce desires, constantly asking for things from the outside world in a life as short and fragile as Mars, and greedy -

"The immobile infected people demand the energy of stars, and the radiation from stars that normal people regard as harmful becomes their sustenance; the mobile infected people kill each other and rob the unfortunate people like themselves... They also Dependent on the surrounding gas and water like a drug..."

"The infected will also reproduce at a frightening speed, giving birth to new infected people from the body, expanding the number of infected people in this way. People bitten by the infected will also be infected, and will be affected by hunger, thirst, aging, Cursed by pain······
"Olan was bitten by an infected person. I saw with my own eyes: her originally healthy skin turned into a light yellow with a reddish color. She looked in pain and kept asking me for water and the bodies of other infected people. Partially, otherwise the disease would torture her...

"I provided these supplies as she requested, but her condition continued to deteriorate rapidly - but within a few decades, I could see the disease carving wrinkles and spots on her skin. The disease slowly deprived Olan of her physical strength. , eroded her body, made her joints rusty, and made her eyes cloudy. Just 94 years after contracting the disease, the plague took away Oran's life. Death seemed to take away the curse of the disease. , I was surprised to find that her body soon became as healthy as before, but motionless.

"Before the infection dies, the infected person will be driven by desire to create new offspring of the infected person. Even if we work hard to cure the disease, He is still creating more infected people.

"This is a war. He has created too many true gods as his servants. Every time our soldiers kill a true god, He will elevate two of his servants into gods.

"I can't restrain myself from imagining such a sad future - if we lose this war, there will be more and more infected people, and one day they will spread all over the earth, all over the planets in the universe, and build a world for the infected. Civilization. In such a morbid universe, organisms without infection would be regarded as an alternative.

"And we will come to an end, and time will erase the traces of our existence and the pride of all civilizations. No one will remember our former glory.

"So, we can't lose!
"I believe that no matter how dazzling the light of the stars is, night will eventually come..."

All the text stopped here, and after a few seconds, the scrolling text disappeared.

What kind of disease is this?As soon as Chabron thought about the content, he felt a chill rising from his spinal cord.

Will the night finally come?What kind of metaphor is this?In context, shouldn't it be "the dawn will come"?Chabron related the description of the so-called "plague" in the text and the undead sculptures in the hall, and he increasingly felt that the content revealed an indescribable weirdness.

Putting these contents behind, Chabron continued to move forward, leading everyone to trot along.

"Hey, Xia Bolan, your target is the [Magic Ship], right? How do you plan to get the entire search ship back?" Anneway asked in a low voice.

"You don't have to worry about this. I will try my best to repair some of its functions on site, directly restore its flight capabilities, and drive it out of the passage." Chabron had already made a plan and said with a smile:

"If it is really difficult to repair, just put the key parts into the [Dimensional Bag] and transport them out. Anyway, the most critical part of the [Magic Ship] is just its [Magic Rudder]. And the common seat type [Magic Rudder] ] is different, the [Magic Rudder] of this ancient magic ship is just a convenient cube!"

With that said, Xia Bron led everyone to the door of a large room.

This is the room where the [Magic Ship] is stored!Inside is a ship driven by the [Magic Rudder] that can sail in the sea, in the air, and even outside the atmosphere!

Standing in front of the door, Chabron looked like a tour guide who was familiar with the road, rather than an adventurer who had just entered a secret place.He turned his head, smiled broadly, and said to everyone in the tone of a tour guide in his previous life:

"Everyone, what you are going to see next is - a creation of the ancient civilization that built this mysterious ruins, a ship that can sail in space - [Magic Ship]!"

The young white dragon Shuang Jing excitedly shook her silver-white tail:
"Wow, the legendary [Magic Ship]! I've seen it in a picture book! It's a ship that can sail from one star to another! Open the door quickly, open the door quickly, let Shuangjing take a look!"

Nemo looked at the door, his cheerful face that was originally a bit wild and heroic turned solemn.He leaned close to Chabron and whispered:
"In the past, the Pirate King came here and saw this [Magic Ship], but he didn't take it away, right?"

Chabron nodded slightly, as if he was telling what happened yesterday:
"Yes. It's a pity that the Pirate King is not a spellcaster, and he couldn't even identify what this ship is."

Chabron clearly remembered that the on-screen game prompt could identify the [Magic Ship] with a [Mysterious Knowledge] check.It's a pity that Nemo is a barbarian and didn't add any points to the [Mysterious Knowledge] skill at all.

The wind elemental creature Weisshou who traveled with Nemo was a spellcaster, but his spellcasting ability was closer to that of a highly charismatic warlock rather than a highly intelligent mage, and he failed the [Mysterious Knowledge] test.

With a smile on his face, Chabron slowly opened the sliding door.

As the sliding door was slowly opened, the scene in the hall at the entrance came into view.

The smile on the priest boy's face froze.

Chabron's originally smiling expression gradually turned into surprise, then anger, and finally frustration.

The hall behind the door was in a mess.

In the square hall with a side length of about ten meters, where is there any [magic ship]?
There are only shattered and twisted metal sheets and black ashes on the ground, as if someone once carried out a grand blast here.

Yes, I should have thought of it a long time ago.Chabron lowered his head and sighed heavily.

It has been more than 1000 years since the pirate king Nemo arrived at the mysterious island.Over the course of more than a dozen centuries, there have been too many variables.

There may always be someone like them who found a way to penetrate the [Wall of Storms], broke through the blockade of thunder and wind in early July when the mysterious ruins surfaced, arrived at the ruins, and entered the [Magic Ship] where it was stored. s room······
and destroy it.

　During this time, I read other people’s articles.

　　Starting from the day after tomorrow, the pace of the story will accelerate.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)