The red moon returns

Chapter 535 The final retreat

Unsolvable dead end.

At this moment, Lynch finally understood everything.

We have never concealed the development of the drug from beginning to end, but why did the people from the Shadow Alliance not intervene at all?
The Shadow Alliance rushed into the lair of a high-level cultist to attack Lynch in order to achieve their goal. You can imagine how crazy they were. They couldn't be afraid of the influence of the Lord's Church, nor would they care about the power of the Church of Suffering, which didn't have a high-level strongman in charge. The only reason that could stop them from interfering with drug development was that they had no intention of doing so.

They are not afraid of the drug coming out at all. They believe that Lynch and his team will only suffer heavy losses if they continue down this path. Not only will they not be able to cure those who are already infected, but even the function of the vaccine may not be achieved. So they are happy to watch their side waste time and work hard only to get nothing in the end.

"It's not unsolvable. Just give me a few more days and we'll be able to formulate a formula to strengthen the barrier. By then, although it will still be difficult to cure the infected, at least it can be used as a vaccine, which meets the basic requirements. However..."

"But what we lack most is time."

"Yes, the only thing we don't have is time. By the time the medicine is developed, the plague will have already broken out, and soon the plague will spread to every corner of the world." Nightingale said with a wry smile, "By the time the medicine is delivered, the plague will have spread over a large area, and panic will have already broken out. By the time the medicine is delivered, the theocracy will have broken out, and love for you will have ended... It is very likely that the plague will suddenly disappear inexplicably when the medicine is delivered."

For a moment, the laughter coming from outside seemed so ironic. If they knew the problems they were facing now, would they still be able to laugh?

The princess and the duke both looked worried. If it weren't for this arrangement, they might be able to hold out for a few more days, at least until the enhanced drugs were configured, so that not too many of their countrymen would die. As for the people from other countries, they could only wish them good luck.

But the people outside are already so joyful. If they were to know that it was all just a false joy, it would be a fatal blow to the people's morale. It might even lead to a civil uprising on the spot, and even the soldiers arranged in advance would be unable to stop it.

But that's not right.

The two big men realized a problem. Ms. Nightingale already knew the defects of the drug before launching the publicity campaign. She could have prevented it in advance, but she did nothing and let the situation develop.

"Because the people really need an inspiring victory, otherwise it will be difficult to hold on." The old woman sighed, "As for the issue of medicine, we are not at the end of our rope yet. We must thank Mr. Lynch. He risked his life in advance to prepare a way out for us. I used to think that thing was too dangerous and would definitely not be used. There was no need for it at all. Now it seems that you are right, Lynch."

Hmm? Is there something else we don't know?

The princess and the duke looked at Lynch and Ms. Nightingale with a little surprise, and couldn't figure out what the two were talking about.

"It's dangerous to know the names of some things, so I haven't informed you. In fact, I have been working hard on this matter these days, and fortunately I got it successfully." Lynch turned to Nightingale and said seriously, "It seems that you have decided to use it, ma'am, but now I haven't figured out how to use it, and I don't know whether the advent-level artifact will bring more serious consequences after being used. After the exciting experience last night, I am a little afraid of it now."

"It's okay, I know." "Huh?"

"This strange object has appeared in both the Fourth and Fifth Epochs. After all, it is the memory left by our ancestors. The church has some records of it. Although it is not very detailed, it should be able to take effect. You follow me. However, Your Highness, Your Excellency, the Duke, the following events are still too dangerous for two ordinary people, so it is inconvenient for you two to follow. But please rest assured, we will do our best to solve the current dilemma."

"But what about the medicine?" Duke Wayne stood at the window and looked at the jubilant crowd outside. His expression was calm and no ripples in his heart could be seen. He asked calmly, "Is it necessary to continue to allocate supplies? And the previously agreed distribution of medicines..."

"Yes." Ms. Nightingale didn't even think about it. "The medicine does have a huge hidden danger. It may become ineffective in a day or two, but at least it can temporarily cure those who are already infected, and it can temporarily prevent the plague from eroding the soul. It is still very effective in stabilizing people's emotions. And even if we use that strange object to solve the plague, the effects that have already been caused may not be cured out of thin air. In the end, we may still have to rely on medicine for treatment. So please take care of the auxiliary work, and the church will also step up production to make everything go according to plan."

"I understand." Princess Sofia knelt slightly with a solemn expression. "We believe in your abilities and your attention to this matter. We will do everything we can. As for the affairs in the other field, I will leave it to you. I believe that as long as we do our best and cooperate wholeheartedly, we will eventually march towards the final victory with the song of God Bless Rand."

"The Lord said that as long as hope is not extinguished, all suffering will eventually come to an end. Praise the merciful Lord, and may the Lord bless the world."

The old woman drew a two-headed snake symbol on her chest, and the four of them watched Her Royal Highness the Princess and His Royal Highness the Duke turn around and leave.

Soon, several fast horses galloped out and delivered the news to all parts of the city. Then, a large number of fully loaded freight carriages began to mobilize and drove to the designated location. There, the suffering nuns who arrived in advance had already been waiting for a long time with a large number of workers. As long as these raw materials were delivered, mass production could begin. Of course, the current formula is just a test product and needs further adjustment and optimization, but the two can be carried out simultaneously without affecting production.

Seeing the carriages loaded with medicinal herbs speeding along the street, the people became more and more enthusiastic. They spontaneously made way for the carriages, lined up on the roadside, waved colorful flags and cheered for the carriages, as enthusiastically as if they were welcoming triumphant soldiers. The coachmen were also infected by the emotions, proudly puffed out their chests and waved in response from time to time, making the cheers around them even more enthusiastic.

Laughter, excitement and joy.

However, people don’t know that beyond their sight, someone is carrying the burden and moving forward.

Inside the white tower, Lynch and the other two followed Ms. Nightingale and walked hurriedly through the place.

The news had already spread throughout the place, bringing life back to the originally dull hall. In addition to the busy nuns passing by, from time to time there were painful patients who cheered and thanked Ms. Nightingale despite their pain. However, the four of them had no time to waste, and they hurried to a hidden corner with solemn expressions.

It leads to the basement of the tower, the most confidential area of ​​the Church of Suffering.

The information about the miracle light remains there.

(End of this chapter)