The red moon returns

Chapter 543 Let me see
"There is no such thing as something that can be used for free. Everything has a price. Even if you find the right path, as long as you still need the light of miracles, sacrifices are essential. The only difference is the amount."

"I have heard of your abilities. This task is actually most suitable for you. It can save a lot of trouble. However... since you took the initiative to ask for it, the task of collecting the sacrifices will be given to you. I hope you can complete it properly. This is related to the effect of the use of the magic item and how much we have to pay. So, everything is up to you. Let's each do our best."

Thinking about Ms. Nightingale's instructions, Lynch and the other two walked out of the Dark Night Cathedral. As soon as they walked out, a shrill scream came from a distance.

"Woo~~"

In the sunlight, the huge steam locomotive looked like a ferocious monster, dragging the long carriage along the way, and the billowing smoke roared away accompanied by the tremors of the earth.

The noisy crowds on the street had long been accustomed to it and continued the previous celebration, but Lynch, who had just walked out of the Dark Night Church, looked thoughtfully at the train dragging thick smoke and did not move for a long time.

"What's wrong?" Natalie poked Lynch on the back. "Is there something wrong with the train?"

"There's nothing wrong with the train, the problem is me."

Lynch frowned and pondered for a moment, then whispered something in the ears of the two ladies.

"Of course you can, but is it necessary?" asked Miss Diana.

"In the mythological era of the First Age, there is a saying that goes 'Being careful enough can ensure that the ship will not capsize for ten thousand years'. I think it makes sense. Even if it ends up being a wasted trip, it is still a wasted trip. It is better than being unprepared."

"Okay, what you said makes sense. I'll take care of it in a moment." The Countess nodded. "But now go and prepare the offerings. The lady is still waiting. We can't delay this."

Lynch nodded and tightened the big bag in his hand.

The bag contained twenty-four glass bottles, which were the bottles inside the Miracle Light. The clean water inside had been emptied. Lynch and the other two then took them out of the heavily guarded safe house.

There is no need to worry about the safety of the bottle. The main body of the Miracle Light is a medicine box, and the bottle is only a part of the medicine box. On the one hand, it has the same indestructibility as the main medicine box. If someone can easily destroy the Advent-level wonder, then it is not a problem to destroy the Dark Night Goddess's territory at the same time. On the other hand, the bottle is subordinate to the medicine box. If it is a little far away or separated for a long time, it will automatically return to the inside of the medicine box. It is useless to steal it. As long as the main body is still in the safe house, there will be no problem.

The three of them now carried out the glass bottles, ready to prepare the sacrifices.

Although Lynch is soft-hearted, he is not too sanctimonious. Since sacrifice is inevitable and there are people willing to make sacrifices willingly, he is willing to respect their choices.

When Nightingale left, the candidates for sacrifice had already been selected. When Lynch and the other two returned to the Church of the Cross, the twenty-four Sisters of the Cross had been waiting in a side hall of the church for a long time. They had met most of them several times, and among them were several ladies who had previously trained them to grow human-faced fruits.

No one hesitated, no one refused, a group of women sat together calmly and looked at Lynch who walked in.

"I'm sorry, ladies." Lynch walked into the side hall with his head down as if filled with guilt. There was some reluctance in his low voice. "I think you all know the purpose of our visit. I'm sorry, but there is no other way to go now. I can only ask you... I'm sorry."

Some people showed nervous expressions, but soon regained their composure. A group of women sat there calmly looking at Lin Qi who lowered his head. Someone said lightly:

"No need to do this. We have already prepared ourselves mentally. This is our own choice. We don't blame you. So, what should we do?"

Lin Qi took a deep breath, raised his head with determination, and said in a deep voice: "Since you have already realized this, please do it yourself and take out your... Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing?"

Before Lynch could finish his words, he was taken aside by Officer Natalie. Miss Diana had already stood in his place, glared at him, then said to the nuns, "I'm sorry, sisters of the same faith, don't worry about this... Anyway, we need everyone's arterial blood, one bottle per person will be enough." Then she opened the bag, revealing the glass bottle inside.

Swish.

Twenty-four eyes instantly turned to Lynch's face. If eyes as sharp as knives was not a metaphor, there should have been hundreds of bloody holes on his body.

"Ahem, calm down, calm down. I think it would be a shame not to make a joke in such a good atmosphere."

Lin Qi bravely protected the policewoman in front of him, blocking the girls' vicious gazes. Seeing that it didn't seem to work, he smiled and said:

"Okay, okay. I apologize. Anyway, please each of you donate some arterial blood. I think you all know what this means."

Yes, everyone knows it.

In the field of mysticism, blood often has extremely strong mysterious properties and is inseparable from concepts such as life and soul. Using blood as a medium, a strong connection can be established between an individual and a target.

Therefore, when the blood is placed in the glass bottle, the offering is no longer the blood, but the twenty-four nuns who provided the blood, and everything that is subsequently offered in the offering becomes the harvest of the miracle light.

In fact, this was the traditional method used by the Light of Miracles to determine sacrifices. Those who had sacrificed themselves had gone through this step, so that the beauty they subsequently displayed would become nourishment for the Light of Miracles and stimulate its full functions.

However, Ms. Nightingale has repeatedly emphasized that becoming a sacrifice this time will not put their lives in danger, because without the need for full activation, there is room for sharing. Unlike before, every sacrifice was doomed to die. In this way, the more sacrifices there are to share, the less the price each person pays, and everyone can survive.

Well, that's the theory.

So, with the intention of killing Lynch, the nuns skillfully drew their own blood and injected it into the empty glass bottle.

The scene of sewage turning into clean water that the three imagined did not happen again. After the blood was introduced into the bottle, it seemed to be pulled by some force and slowly rotated clockwise in the bottle. Lynch looked at the center of the vortex, which seemed to carry an extremely strange power, as if it wanted to suck his soul in.

Shaking his head to put the illusion behind him, Lynch stared at the glass bottles. His inspiration had been stimulated to the maximum. Through the perspective of perception, everything began to distort. The twenty-four glass bottles had turned into a group of hazy and distorted light and shadows, which seemed to be entangled with unobservable thin lines, extending all the way to the invisible end.

Phew, Ms. Nightingale was right, it is indeed true.

Lynch let out a long sigh. This was exactly the strange thing he observed through inspiration. It was a weird image that would probably drive ordinary people crazy. But now he was not surprised at all. Instead, he was full of anticipation.

Because he needed to observe whether the strange object was activated in this state, and finally decide how many of the twenty-four people would participate in the sacrifice. Too many people would just be a waste, but if there were too few people and they could not share the burden, all sacrifices might pay a heavy price. Originally, Nightingale planned to have more rather than less. Although too many people were not a good thing, it was at least better than too few. But now someone came to her door on their own initiative, and the old woman could only reluctantly meet his request.

Tsk, I really asked for trouble.

Lynch curled his lips, calmed down, stretched out his fingers and gently touched the hazy and distorted light and shadow.

let me see.

(End of this chapter)