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The power of faith remains as intense as a cesspool.

It's understandable that the Reincarnation of the Hand and the Foundation are vying for world dominance; we're all one family on Earth, and in the end, the spoils will all be rotten within the pot. But what's the point of inviting outsiders to dump manure into your own home?

Even Ye Wenjie and Cheng Xin, characters in Liu Cixin's novels, aren't this disgusting.

In comparison, Wan Qi's loss of soul fragments is the least significant, but it is still a genuine heartache.

I finally managed to collect these, you have to compensate me!

"This is? "

Wan Qi sensed that many spirits were gradually emerging in the surrounding environment.

One by one, two by two, ten thousand by ten thousand, in the end, tens of millions of souls gathered in this small corner of the world.

Wan Qi was stunned. The battle hadn't even started yet, so how could there be so many dead people gathered here?

"No, that's not right. These people aren't from here, they're not even from this world!"

Wan Qi instantly realized that although the other party had condensed the power of faith, relying solely on the power of faith would only make him feel like a fool. Therefore, something was needed to neutralize the noise of the power of faith, and the soul was the best material.

The price is that whatever the other party does will consume their soul, and the soul itself will become their food, or even their means of maintaining balance, and they will need to sacrifice a huge amount of soul every moment.

But this number is too exaggerated. The other party paid such a huge price to cross the world barrier. Moreover, apart from the fact that the essence of these souls can return to the Sea of ​​Souls (the return of the essence of the soul is something that no one can stop. The essence is existence, not power, and cannot be used. It is part of the cycle of all things and constitutes the spiritual part), the rest of these souls will remain in this world. The amount is in the tens of millions. Just piling them up here can easily produce the "spirit condensation" effect.

Spirit Condensation Effect: This refers to the phenomenon where, when the concentration of soul fragments in a certain area exceeds the standard, new spirits will automatically condense.

Did a Cthulhu emerge in the other world?

"Never mind, let's gather these soul fragments together first, otherwise this will be the beginning of a new disaster."

To be honest, Wan Qi was a little scared. After all, condensing millions of soul fragments in one go would definitely cause him to lose control of his emotions. So he decided to go to the deserted sea to vent his anger.

Those who suggest going to Virtue to vent their anger, please have some decency! This could actually lead to someone's death!

At this moment, Wan Qi's mental detection also detected the army that was surrounding them. After all, this was one of the capitals of the Austro-Hungarian Empire (yes, the Austro-Hungarian Empire had a dual capital system, the other being Budapest, which was responsible for Austria and Hungary respectively). The army would definitely move over quickly, even if they had to rely on foot.

Wan Qi first tentatively touched a fragment of a soul, and then that fragment obediently dissipated all self-awareness and became pure energy.

"this……".

Despair, utter despair. For this soul, eternal sleep would be the greatest happiness. So when he realized he could be freed, he did not hesitate to give up all thoughts of living and left.

One is like this, two are like this, and three are like this too.

Almost all souls from other worlds are like this.

Those who had a little resistance suspected that Wan Qi wanted to torture them and instinctively resisted. However, after realizing that Wan Qi only wanted to completely transform them into power, they immediately chose to die.

Soon, all the millions of souls were converted, and they did not make things difficult for Wan Qi at all.

Wan Qi sighed: "What kind of world is on the other side?"

Unfortunately, the memories of these souls are already fragmented, and they cannot even piece together complete characters. Therefore, it is impossible for them to understand the world on the other side. This also proves the torment these souls have experienced.

In comparison, the 666 souls belonging to this world were relatively more eager to live, but they had also been eroded by the power of faith, their self-awareness was completely destroyed, leaving only some instinctive reactions. On the other hand, some of the souls from other worlds were quite resilient. Even though they had forgotten everything, they still had the consciousness to resist, but they did not have the idea of ​​living.

Wan Qi, who was originally penniless, suddenly became a multi-millionaire, a feat almost as easy as finding money on the street.

But he felt no joy whatsoever. This incident showed that the world on the other side was hopeless, and that races similar to humans struggled to survive in such a world. They viewed death as a release and may have even developed a culture that worshipped death.

All of the above are just speculations. In any case, if such a world were to descend upon "1999", it would be a despair far exceeding that of "Torrential Rain".

"Arcana, what the hell have you recruited?!"

Wan Qi gritted his teeth and activated his stealth ability, quickly leaving the area. Soon after, the Austro-Hungarian army surrounded the place.

They are destined to find nothing, at most suspecting the mystics. But if the mystics have this level of destructive power, then their social standing will have to be reconsidered.

Meanwhile, the Foundation's elite forces gathered at a nearby outpost. This outpost was not a branch of the Foundation, but rather a place similar to a safe house. Any organization that operates externally needs similar facilities. This place was large enough, and with the help of arcane magic to conceal their movements, it was no problem for hundreds of people to hide here.

When Wan Qi appeared in the courtyard, Captain Razor immediately came out to greet him.

"Thank you for your help. If it weren't for you, we would all be dead there."

Most of the team members did indeed leave, but it was impossible for them to leave completely. They had to leave behind observers and recording equipment, which provided live coverage of the Hand of Reconstruction's stronghold in the slums being instantly evaporated.

That kind of power was simply beyond human resistance; if Wan Qi hadn't stepped in, they really wouldn't have known what to do.

"The foundation should investigate this matter thoroughly. If something similar happens again, the situation will be a hundred times worse than it is now. At that point, it won't be a question of life or death, but rather about other natural disasters besides torrential rain."

"I'll report right away!"

Since Wan Qi said so, the situation must be unimaginably serious. Without saying a word, Captain Razor turned around and went to prepare materials. He would report everything that happened in this operation in detail.

Wan Qi, standing in the courtyard, fell into deep thought.

Logically speaking, regardless of what happens afterward, such sacrificial rituals always require initial investment. What brought the evil god from another world was that initial sacrificial ritual and the 666 souls that were sacrificed.

Wan Qi didn't know how the other side had sacrificed millions of souls, but he knew that even in Vienna in 1913, killing 666 people in one place was extremely difficult. It would require the power of an entire organization. But those were 666 people, not 666 chicks. Moreover, the ritual required not only souls, but also corpses.

So here's the question: how difficult is it to kill 666 people, preserve them, and sacrifice them while keeping the bodies fresh?

Even if everyone in Reconstruction's Vienna branch went to help, it would be impossible to avoid alerting the local government. If it were a case involving only a few people, the difficulty would increase dramatically.

Surely it wasn't Arcana secretly helping her; with such power, she wouldn't allow such reckless behavior.

Then there's only one possibility: in this city, there must be somewhere that can reliably provide fresh corpses—fresh, strong, and in sufficient numbers.

It would be best to capture the person first and then kill them on the spot.

Is there such a place?

Let's look for it first; this kind of mess absolutely cannot happen a second time!

Wan Qi can tolerate living in a dilapidated place, but he cannot accept swimming in a cesspool.

That takes a lot of courage and the ability to self-torture.

"Hello, Mr. Wan Qi."

Wan Qi looked up and saw an elegant lady.

She had long brown hair and red eyes, and her demeanor was very elegant. She wore a black velvet cloak, and her spotless white satin scarf suggested that she was a fast-paced lady. Her clothing, while highlighting her elegance, also incorporated just the right amount of asymmetrical design, making her appear very approachable.

But perhaps due to the lighting, she appeared somewhat blood-red and gloomy at that moment.

“I remember your name is… Semmelweis, and you’re an investigator for the Foundation, right?”

"Your memory is excellent, that's absolutely right."

"What's up?"

“I…” Semmelweis hesitated for a moment, but finally said, “I’m here for help. Please save me.”

Wan Qi glanced at Semmelweis and said, "There's something violently transforming you, and that transformation could be fatal."

“That is precisely why I sought your help.” Semmelweis bowed. “During an operation, I was injected with a supernatural infection by a Blood Eater. My body is being forcibly transformed, but this transformation is undoubtedly a deadly poison for the thin bloodline of mystic within me.”

"I understand roughly. You want to live, but the known methods can't save you. My powerful strength has given you hope of survival, is that right?"

"Yes, Your Excellency Wanqi, I am willing to pay any price, please!"

Having great strength and being able to save lives are two completely unrelated things, but people are prone to having such abnormal and equivalent perceptions, especially mystics.

In this field, strength represents knowledge, wisdom, and power, and therefore is admired and trusted.

Fortunately, Wanqi does have experience in this area.

“I do have a method, but Semmelweis, there’s something I want to confirm: do you want to be an ordinary person, or a mystic?”

Semmelweis was stunned. There were actually options for this question?

As expected of Mr. Wan Qi from the headquarters of the Nengsutong Foundation!

“I…” Semmelweis swallowed hard; she found herself extremely nervous.

In the past, she was of mixed race, and the faint bloodline of the mystic in her body was as good as nothing to her. She didn't care much about it before, but in this special era, mystics are obviously safer and have more choices than ordinary people.

After a moment's hesitation, she replied, "I want to become a mystic!"

The best answer is to want to live, and to want to live a better life.

“Remember your choice now.” Wan Qi took out a bottle of potion and handed it to Semmelweis. “Your biggest problem right now is that the transformation effect in your body is too violent. After taking the potion, it can accelerate the transformation effect, but it can neutralize the side effects. Then the mystic bloodline in your body will be completely purified, and you will become a different person. From now on, you will begin the life of a mystic. This transformation is one-way and cannot be reversed.”

If the current scenario were the game "1999", Wan Qi would definitely design a scene where "you choose between the red and blue pills", but this is reality. Since the other party has already made their choice, there is no need to do anything extra.

"Thank you for your help." Semmelweis's hands trembled as he took the medicine, but he drank it without hesitation.

The medicine had a unique sweetness upon entering the mouth (Wanqi: It's sweetened), and then all the discomfort in the body disappeared instantly.

"The conversion is gradual, but a day is enough."

Semmelweis bowed to Vanchie once again, feeling truly wonderful to be reborn.

Just then, Severvis's communicator rang.

Semmelweis looked at Wan Qi, who shrugged indifferently, and then pressed the communicator button in front of Wan Qi.

"I heard you're in Vienna looking for a cure for your illness, Semmelweis."

"Yes, Ms. Lindsay, may I ask what brings you here?"

“I must warn you that this is an extremely dangerous act, especially since the other party is associated with the Reshaping Hand. Your actions would constitute betrayal, and the risks are far beyond what is possible.”

"Do you mean I should pin my hopes on Laplace's inhibitory serum?"

"This is the safest approach."

“But as you know, Laplace simply doesn’t have the energy or time for that right now. If I go back, I’ll just be waiting to die.”

“No one can betray the Foundation. Semmelweis, don’t force me to do something I don’t want to do.”

"Okay, then I have another option, don't I?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the communicator, then a serious tone was used: "Semmelweis, this is a very sensitive topic, and I can't pretend I didn't hear it!"

"Why? Isn't Si Chen's team considered part of the Foundation?"

“They are now that Aurora’s private army! The Sichen Squad could betray the Foundation at any time. Choosing them is choosing betrayal. Semmelweis, do you know how the Foundation deals with traitors?”

"Yes, I know. Because of the special nature of covert investigators, they are subjected to special mystical arts after swearing allegiance to the Foundation, and I am no exception."

"Good to know, but don't push yourself to the brink, Semmelweis."

But at this moment, Semmelweis was no longer paying attention to what the other person was saying, because Wan Qi was holding a ball of mystical runes in her hand, and this ball of mystical runes was drawn from her heart.

The foundation's prized ultimate weapon now seems like a joke.

Wan Qi reached out, and Semmelweis sensibly handed him the communicator.

"You have a task for me to do, Semmelweis, do you hear me, Semmelweis?"

"I heard it clearly, it was played on speakerphone."

"Who are you! Where is Semmelweis?"

"My surname is Wan and my given name is Qi. I am the Aurora man you mentioned who has a private armed force at the foundation headquarters."

Even though they were separated by a communicator, Semmelweis could still imagine Ms. Lindsay's wonderful expression.

More likely, it will be terrifying.

"So...it's Lord Wan Qi. May I ask what brings you here?"

"Don't be nervous. I'm not so desperate as to kill someone just because they say a few words to me. After all, it's an objective fact, and we Aurora people respect objective facts."

"Yes, yes, it's so good that you understand, sir. It's all a misunderstanding."

"However, the Foundation's methods of controlling people are not very ethical. Fortunately, I may not have many other skills, but I am good at defusing bombs. I have already eliminated the potential threat, so please rest assured, Ms. Lindsay."

"That's wonderful, Semmelweis will be very happy."

One can imagine the scene of someone on the other side gritting their teeth, yet forced to lean against the door and force a smile.

“Ms. Lindsay, as you know, the Sichen Squad is short-staffed. Semmelweis and I hit it off immediately, and I think she would be a great fit for the Sichen Squad. What do you think?”

"This……"

"Um? "

"No problem! I'll submit the application right away."

"Haha, I knew you would cooperate. Don't worry, if there are any problems with the review, I will personally go to the vice president to discuss it. I will definitely not make things difficult for you."

"No need, it's just a simple personnel transfer procedure, it doesn't need to be so complicated."

"That's good. By the way, the foundation is preparing to launch a full-scale cooperation with me recently. I can provide a limited quantity of red crystal jewelry that can resist rainstorms. Your department can come and pick up the goods first. Anyway, we are all at headquarters, not far away. Doing a favor is no big deal."