The red moon returns

Chapter 430: Pollution Spreads
The shout was timely, but Lynch forgot one thing.

Language barrier.

Even if the farmers wanted to obey his orders, they couldn't understand what he was shouting with a distorted face.

So, he stretched out his right hand and shouted to stop, while watching the torches in the hands of several farmers fly out, circling in the air, drawing parabolas, and finally landing accurately on the piled up grains.

As soon as the dry grains touched the flames, they burst into flames with a whoosh.

Damn, that’s so fast.

Lynch's hair almost exploded, and he hated himself for not realizing it so late.

The other party's purpose is so obvious, but I just realized it now. If I had thought more comprehensively, I wouldn't have let the other party succeed. I really feel ashamed of the profession of detective.

It's too late now.

Through the tentacles of inspiration, Lynch could directly sense that the strange and mysterious filth was rising into the sky with the flames, but was blocked by the city's own concept of isolation, unable to dissipate outward, and could only accumulate more and more in the city.

What a vicious gas attack.

Lynch grabbed Terry's arm and said, "Put out the fire."

Terry was stunned, not understanding why Lynch suddenly changed his mind, but no matter what the reason was, it was very difficult. Unless he was prepared, it would not be easy to put out the fire immediately.

Lynch actually understood it, but he couldn't just watch the plague spread. He had to do something, even if it was just to delay some time for Dr. Swain to prepare. Otherwise, if more than 8,000 citizens were infected at the same time, she would be exhausted to death and there was no way she could prepare so many medicines in a few hours.

The trust accumulated over the past few days played a big role.

At the critical moment, neither Terry nor his soldiers chased Lynch to ask for an explanation. With a call, some soldiers stopped the farmer who was still setting fire, while the other part picked up firefighting tools and started to put out the fire.

Lynch felt a wonderful feeling in his heart being trusted by a group of plot NPCs, but he had no time to feel moved at this moment because the fire could not be controlled.

Dry wood and raging fire will only burn more vigorously, which fully illustrates the meaning of "a drop in the bucket".

No, there's not enough water.

Lynch clenched his fists tightly. In the face of natural phenomena, the power of a few low-level Soul-Separated People was still powerless.

We must think of a way. How can we get a large amount of water to put out the fire?

Lynch's brain was spinning rapidly, and all kinds of thoughts came to his mind.

But no one has the power of water. It would be great if the little deep diver was here, but unfortunately there is only Judy now.

Wait, who said that you have to use water to put out a fire?

Lynch suddenly grabbed Judy's arm and said, "Can you put out the fire?"

Huh? You're asking a guy who can only set fires to put them out?
Several ladies had puzzled looks on their faces, wondering if the medicine he had taken in the morning hadn't worked and that he was now becoming mentally disturbed.

"You professional arsonists should be able to control the fire, right? The problem now is that the fire is too big and too strong, and watering is not effective. As long as the fire is slightly... Hey, what are you doing?"

Judy was halfway through listening when she suddenly shook off Lynch's hand and then drew some strange symbols in the air with her hands.

Two strange flames immediately appeared on her left and right, floating in the air like two ghost fires, radiating scorching heat outwards. Several people around her even felt their lungs filled with scorching air and had to take a few steps back to relieve the heat.

But Judy seemed to be unable to feel the temperature, and easily inserted her hands into the two flames. The flames wrapped around Judy's hands, and gradually condensed into lines of flames on the surface of her skin. The lines were not disordered, but combined into a strange pattern, exuding a palpitating pressure.

The next moment, the already scorching temperature suddenly increased, and invisible flames rose around the Judy people. The temperature of the flames continued to rise, and even the stone-paved square began to emit a red light under the high temperature. On the contrary, the drying field was the opposite.

Originally being roasted by the raging flames, the temperature had become quite hot, but suddenly the ambient temperature dropped rapidly, and early summer in May seemed to have instantly entered the coldest winter. The people around were shivering with cold, and even the flames could not covet any warmth from them.

[Power: Scorching, Ability: Heat Plunder]

Under the power of authority, the surrounding heat concentrated on Judy at an alarming speed. The heat outside the range had no time to be transferred over, so the surroundings became colder and colder, and a thin layer of frost climbed onto the ground next to the flames.

The loss of heat directly affected the fire. The originally vigorous flame became weak and powerless, wriggling half-deadly on the pile of grains, as if it could be blown out by a gust of wind.

"Why are you still standing there? Put out the fire."

Lynch's roar awakened the soldiers who were staring with their mouths wide open in amazement. Although they couldn't understand what he was shouting, anyone who was not stupid could guess what he was shouting. The soldiers who had stopped in shock resumed their actions and poured buckets of water on the rapidly dying flames.

Sure enough, the loss of heat made the fire lose the strength to struggle, and in less than ten minutes, the fire was completely extinguished.

All that was left on the drying yard was a pile of black, wet grain, emitting black smoke and a burnt smell.

Some of it was still burned, at least half of it, so the situation is not optimistic.

In my perception, the mysterious filth became thicker and thicker, rising with black smoke, then blending into the air and spreading throughout the city. It stopped spreading until it was blocked by the city wall, gathering inside the city wall, and finally formed a green sky curtain above the city, covering everyone.

Ordinary people cannot see it, but it cannot be hidden from the eyes of the Soul-Separating Person.

The four of them looked at each other. There was no need for further explanation at this point. The appearance of the invisible sky was enough to explain everything.

Lynch was right, the contaminated grain was not meant to be eaten but burned, and this was the final step in Old Swain's contamination of the entire city.

Moreover, it seems that this step is only meaningful if the citizens light it themselves, otherwise old Sven and the others would have done it themselves long ago and would not have to wait until now.

In real history, the plague showed signs of getting out of control in the city before it even reached this stage, and Dr. Swain had to activate the last defense measure and purify the entire city. Therefore, the tester did not experience this plague curtain, but this time the progress was very fast, fast-forwarding all the way to the plague curtain covering the city.

Lynch sighed deeply. This damn butterfly, why is it flapping its wings for no reason?

The only thing to be thankful for is that the process was interrupted at the last minute. I don’t know what the impact will be. Maybe everything is not over yet.

After telling Terry the current situation and asking him to deal with the problem of the drying yard, the four of them quickly returned to the fortress.

At this time, Dr. Swain was busy pouring the prepared medicine into large barrels of water and distributing it to the patients.

But she still found time to chat with the four of them.

According to her knowledge, the four people's obstruction was actually very effective. The concentration of the plague curtain was greatly reduced. The original effect should be similar to eating grains or being bitten, and the disease would occur in three or four hours. However, after the concentration was reduced, it would take at least twelve hours for the disease to occur.

However, once the disease breaks out, everything will get out of control and the last safety measure will be activated. Although there will be no army to make up the loss this time, the army of zombies will also enter the scene, and it will take less than twelve hours to purify everything, including Dr. Swain himself.

This time...

The four of them had a very strange feeling. This time exactly matched the time in the strange object's memories. At noon on the fifth day, the city was completely purified. No matter sad or happy, everything would eventually come to an end.

Everything has its own destiny.

Lynch smiled bitterly. The fruits outside the city would have to be harvested tomorrow, but the epidemic would break out on a large scale tonight.

It's too late.

(End of this chapter)