The red moon returns

Chapter 386 Additional Commission

May 1399, 7, 2 o'clock.

Larsen Rift Valley.

This is a natural landscape in the west of Rhine City, a relic left over from the diversion of the Land River thousands of years ago.

This area has been largely uninhabited for tens of thousands of years, and there are relatively few humanoid corpses, so the Church of Suffering chose this place as its location.

Both ends of the rift are guarded by fully armed Rhine regular troops. Hundreds of regular soldiers are equipped with standard steam rifles and high-pressure gas cylinders. They can hold their own even in a head-on confrontation with the ghouls. Near the execution site are more than 30 regular knights from the four major church knight orders defending to prevent any ghouls from slipping in and disrupting the plan.

Led by Ms. Nightingale herself, the group of four passed through numerous checkpoints and entered the heavily guarded Rift Valley camp.

As soon as they approached the camp, the atmosphere suddenly became serious due to the heavily guarded environment. Even though Ms. Nightingale was there and some of the guards had been seen before when the Princess of the Church of Suffering was attacked, the other party still carefully verified the identities of the four people one by one before letting them in.

"We have already caused the situation to go out of control twice, and there were originally very few humanoid corpses here. Now almost all of them have come out on their own and we have cleaned them up." Ms. Nightingale still looked kind as she explained, "The current environment can guarantee basic safety. You don't have to worry about it."

Lin Qi pointed at the guards around him who were always armed, and the elite border guards a few kilometers away who were armed with live ammunition: "Is this basic security?"

"That's why I said 'basically'. The mysterious world is full of uncertainty. No one knows which will come first, tomorrow or an accident. Although the end is visible here, there may be ghouls hiding somewhere. In order to ensure that there are no loopholes in the plan, it is better to be cautious. Come on, young children, the next thing depends on you."

In the center of the camp is a newly built secret room with one-meter-thick walls made of solid bricks, stones and cement, which is enough to defend against the continuous bombardment of warships and cannons. The walls are engraved with dense patterns, and the dark red lines all over the walls are filled with a strange atmosphere, reflecting an ominous light in the sun.

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

A hoarse and old voice sounded from behind. When I turned around, I saw Mr. Gurman, the president of the Mystic Research Society, walking out of the barracks next to me. He was over 70 years old, but he was still full of energy. Today he was wearing a purple robe and a wide-brimmed pointed hat, dressed like a wizard in a legendary story.

"The Dark Repulser is a type of bat, a mysterious creature that lives in an environment rich in mysterious filth. Their blood can naturally absorb the filth in the environment quickly. Combined with these absorption runes, the concentration of filth radiated from inside can be greatly reduced so as not to overly affect the guards outside. After all, we have to guard here for three days, and no one wants to die, nor is they very interested in becoming a monster."

"That's a coincidence, we are too." After the dance the night before, Lynch felt more familiar with the old man. He took off his hat and saluted, "Ms. Nightingale invited you to help as well. Thank you for your help."

"In order to protect the normal operation of this world, I should do my part, which is far less than what you guys have done." The old man smiled embarrassedly, "And I also have selfish motives. I want to get first-hand information."

"Ok?"

"The Third Age is called the Dark Ages. If the Second Age was the barbaric age when people lost the protection of the gods for the first time and faced the mysteries as mortals, thus falling into a brutal, disordered and chaotic age, then the Third Age was an age when people had adapted to surviving under the invasion of mysteries and evil gods, and even actively assimilated with them. In that era, mysterious creatures were rampant everywhere in the world, cultists were rampant, cruel and bloody sacrifices to evil gods were 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."

The four of them had already heard a brief introduction during the previous training, but they still listened carefully at this time, not daring to ignore a single word. No veteran dared to treat the information in the mysterious world as dispensable. Those who did so were already dead. Sometimes a single word could save a life, and ignoring it would mean self-destruction.

"So what's your selfish motive?"

"In the Dark Ages, people had not yet developed the power of their souls. They were at a disadvantage in the face of the mystery, but they were not completely powerless." The old man spread his hands, and a ball of fire condensed in his palm, then twisted and deformed, turning into a slender figure made of fire, dancing in his palm. "The technique people used to fight against the mystery at that time was the secret method, and the secret magician was the backbone of the fight against the mystery."

Lin Qi suddenly realized the origin of the secret technique of flashing. "In that era, there were also stones that were completely insulated from secret techniques, but they were rare. Most people could simply master one or two secret techniques."

The female police officer who did not want to reveal her name smiled like a rock.

"But it is very difficult to become a mystic who is proficient in controlling the secret arts."

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

"Well... the four of you together wouldn't be enough."

Lynch rolled his eyes and didn't bother to pay attention to this dumb old man.

"In short, that era was full of shadows of mystical magic. Symbols, words, books, poems, all information may contain mystical magic, and these are mystical magic that have been lost over thousands of years. After you go in, if you find any unusual information, record it down..."

"Bring those things out for research? That's not going to work. This mission is already so difficult and full of dangers. If we spend more energy and energy paying extra attention to those irrelevant things..."

Lynch had a very embarrassed expression, but his thumb and index finger were twisting quickly, and he even put them in front of his mouth to make a saliva-wetting gesture.

“You kid.” The Flame Dancer raised his middle finger at Lin Qi and said, “I know, don’t count. If we can find any results from the research, all the information you bring back 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."

Now I understand. Last time, an old man stole a lot of knowledge from me for free. I have been scolding him for more than 20 days before going to bed. Lin Qi put down his hand and showed a righteous expression:

"Isn't it our duty as young people to contribute to the cause of arcane research? Why are you so polite? You even asked for compensation. I'm so embarrassed. But since you proposed it, we will accept it reluctantly. Don't do this next time... Stop, I was wrong. That thing is hot. Don't let her come over."

From then on, Lynch learned one thing: being rude will lead to being beaten.

After chatting and laughing with the world's upper-class bigwigs in a familiar manner, the four people entered the building engraved with symbols accompanied by two bigwigs.

The interior of the building is a space of several dozen square meters. The walls are also covered with runes. There is almost nothing inside, except for a table in the middle, and an ordinary-shaped silver ring floating on the table.

[Sven's blessing, a catastrophic item.]

"It was induced to go out of control two hours ago, and now it is stabilized in a state of out of control."

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 will not say anything more. Good luck to you, children. Welcome to May 684 of the Third Era."

(End of this chapter)