The red moon returns

Chapter 493 Miracle Light
A small tan leather suitcase that can be carried on one shoulder. The leather surface has been worn and discolored, and the edges are covered with burrs. It looks quite old. The brass buckle on the lid of the suitcase has green rust marks and feels cold to the touch.

On the front of the box lid, there is an engraved symbol of a two-headed snake, which is the holy emblem of Fiona, the Lord of Suffering.

From the memory just now, it can be seen that those bird-beaked doctors walking in the plague land are believers of the Lord of Suffering. Lynch speculated that it should be the great catastrophe at the end of the Third Age, which happened more than a hundred years after the three goddesses returned from the Dreamland.

It was people's fear of the plague that condensed into this strange object. Only that kind of world-destroying fear and nightmare could give birth to a strange object that was as dangerous as the advent of an evil god.

Strictly speaking, the Light of Miracle is the second descending-level wonder that Lynch has come into contact with, but the previous mirror was smashed by everyone working together before he could get it, so it makes sense that this is the first one.

I just don't know how long this thing can last, but the gods of time will be destroyed by me.

Besides killing my friendly forces whenever I show up, do I have another high-level item nemesis?
While Lin Qi was entertaining himself, he carefully stroked this hard-earned treasure, feeling as if a huge rock had fallen to the ground in his heart.

Even if he had a thousand reasons to convince himself, when he learned that his actions would eventually lead to the deaths of hundreds of thousands of people, Lin Qi still suffered tremendous psychological pressure. He had a clear conscience and the responsibility was of course the Shadow Alliance that created all this, but when he thought of those innocent victims, he couldn't help but feel guilty.

It's different if Lynch gets this rare item. It's equivalent to mastering the biggest trump card to deal with the Shadow Alliance. The Light of Miracle is what the other party is most worried about. This means that Lynch has regained the initiative for the first time. If he operates properly, he may even have the opportunity to completely destroy the conspiracy that the other party has been brewing using him.

But its usage still needs careful study.

This kind of high-level rare object with the highest danger level has only a few records in various scientific research institutions at most, and there is no detailed introduction at all. Even the previous owners, Milt and his sister, know very little about it. They rely on exploration to use it and rely on offering it to the gods to preserve it, and they can't provide any constructive suggestions. Fortunately, he has a preliminary understanding of it through the in-depth reading brought by high inspiration.

Lynch sighed softly, relying on the fact that this place did not belong to the real world, held his breath, and gently moved the brass buckle on the lid of the box.

The imagined lag did not occur. With a slight sound, the buckle was unhooked and the lid opened by itself.

The interior was equally plain, divided into twenty-four small compartments filled with medicine bottles of various sizes.

According to current understanding, this thing should be a fully automatic altar. As long as the so-called beauty and hope are sacrificed, the clear water in these medicine bottles will be transformed into targeted therapeutic drugs. If enough sacrifices are made and the box is opened, the light of miracle will be released. According to the quality of the sacrifices, a certain plague will be eliminated from the concept. The best effect is to completely neutralize a certain plague, that is, to nip the panic in the bud before the panic of the plague breaks out.

The method of containment also surprised Lynch. It was not that it was too complicated, but that it was too simple.

The level of a strange object represents the level of danger, not the difficulty of containment. The Light of Miracle is of a mild type, with a simple containment method and is not easy to get out of control. However, once it gets out of control, it is definitely worthy of its danger level.

During containment, the only way to avoid loss of control is to make sure that there are at least eight bottles of liquid in the box before midnight every day, because this symbolizes being prepared at any time to join the battle against the plague.

In general, in addition to being very targeted, this rare item is very good in all aspects. The only troublesome thing is the issue of sacrifice.

Beauty and hope, this stream of consciousness description is the most troublesome, there is no quantification and it depends on exploration and understanding. According to Ms. Skye's previous statement, beautiful emotions such as family, friendship and love can be used for sacrifice, and life can also be used, but these sacrifices must be voluntary, otherwise they will not work, because it is not beautiful at all.

However, these need to be studied slowly when I return. It is enough to read out the containment method and ensure that I can cope with it. I can't just stay in someone else's stone throne and fiddle with things that can cause a world-destroying disaster. This is no different from carrying a nuclear bomb to someone else's house to dismantle the detonator. He is considered to be well-mannered if he has not been killed by Tavel yet.

Lynch smiled self-deprecatingly and carefully carried the tattered box on his back. This fifth-level advent-grade wonder could not be stuffed into a third-level disaster-level storage bracelet, so he could only carry it on his back.

He tried to move his body and it was a little shaky, but it did not affect his movements. Lynch nodded with satisfaction. Then he took out an exquisitely stun gun, gritted his teeth, and directly started the charging mode.

The miniature steam engine started again, and the densely packed gear coils and connecting rods inside the gun body began to rotate rapidly. Lynch stared at the energy storage pointer until it pointed to the maximum and was ready to launch an arc attack at any time, then he put it back into the holster.

It is better to be safe than sorry. Who knows what he will encounter after going out? Lynch did not hesitate to make the worst-case plan, so he carefully arranged all his weapons to make sure he was in a state of being able to explode at any time. Then he raised his head and smiled at Tavel who had been staring at him.

"Leaving?" The Ancient Eternal looked somewhat regretful. "Will you consider entering the Ultimate Abyss?"

"I can't say I have no interest in the truth." Lynch shrugged and explained, "But I also have responsibilities that I cannot abandon, and there are people waiting for me to return, so I won't risk my life for the truth. In addition, my view is that if I am really qualified to glimpse the light of truth, then it will naturally appear before me. If I am not qualified, there is no point in forcing it."

"Your attitude is very similar to Randolph's. I understand. Well, Awakener under the Crimson Moonlight, we will always keep an eye on you. The Stone Throne is also always welcome to come. If you change your mind and want to peek into the secrets of the origin of the world, or find something to exchange for knowledge and information, you can always find my apostle. I will lead you into the Silver Gate, but remember, it is an equal exchange."

Lynch raised his hat and bowed slightly. Without further delay, he stepped into the reopened Silver Gate with the light of miracle on his back.

As he took a step forward, he felt a moment of trance, and then he was shocked and sat up straight on the sofa in Milt's living room.

The cigarette in his hand was still burning. Ms. Skye and the Is people were sitting beside him. Natalie and Diana were still standing beside him with concerned looks on their faces. Time didn't seem to have passed at all. Everything that had just happened seemed like a dream.

Only the medicine box hanging on his body proves that everything is real.

Lynch raised his head, smiled at the two ladies, and said softly, "I'm sorry to have made you worry. I'm back."

However, just as the words came out of his mouth, a strange divine thought suddenly broke through the air with gloomy malice and appeared directly in the living room.

The next moment, a mysterious force surged, and the sound of a sharp blade breaking through the air suddenly rang in my ears.

(End of this chapter)