Huh? Are they all real?...

"Aside from the facilities that let you in, normally, each floor requires disinfection, and the guards and researchers here all wear protective suits."

As he spoke, the old man himself couldn't help but stop.

They knew that this was the only possible threat of the plague, so they always dealt with all possible threats with the highest level of chemical and biological protection.

However, their experiences in Greenland have already proven that even the thickest hazmat suits are useless against the extraordinary plague.

But what else can they do?

We can't just leave it like that.

They must be accountable to the UN!

"Your Majesty, do you have any good suggestions?"

“If you don’t mind, you can try praying.”

The old man smiled bitterly:

"Pray to you and your goddess?"

Moen, however, turned back and looked at him with a slightly puzzled expression, saying:

“I am now just a mortal. Ansa is indeed a goddess, but she has absolutely nothing to do with the plague. Praying to me or her will be of no use.”

The old man was also surprised. Wasn't that true?

"Then, Your Majesty, to whom do you wish us to pray?"

"It's obvious that the only person who could possibly help you from across a world right now is the Shadow Sun, Roslorian."

"The divine path she has mastered is the nature that is adjacent to the plague."

"Therefore, she is the only choice. Of course, the Primal One could also be chosen, but..."

Originally, he probably wouldn't respond to anyone.

Moen's honest answer surprised the old man greatly, who said:

"Your magnanimity has once again surprised me, Your Majesty."

Nothing to be surprised about, Mr. Voss; after all, it's still a prayer to me and my goddess.

The old man, naturally unaware of what Moen was thinking, continued:

"But elves are an exclusive race. We are not only human, but also strangers who have invaded their world. Under such circumstances, how could the goddess Roslorian possibly answer our prayers?"

Moen spoke calmly, as if he were talking about anyone else:

"No, if you add something related to Greenland, it should work."

"Just add Greenland?"

Compared to Moen's calmness, the old man found it increasingly difficult to understand.

Why does bringing Greenland trigger a response from the Shadow Sun?

I had asked Rose Lorian to help investigate Greenland, thinking that her side would be the breakthrough point, but I didn't expect to end up here instead!

Of course, this cannot be said aloud.

So Moen calmly stated, as if he were talking about someone else:

"Because I heard that this seems to be related to the Eternal King."

"It's related to the Eternal King? My goodness! But thank you for reminding me, Your Majesty, I will pass it on immediately. However, may I have the audacity to ask you one more time?"

“Of course, Mr. Worth.”

"So, what kind of prayer do you think is appropriate?"

The old man carefully chose his words and explained:

"After all, we are just strangers in a foreign land, far less knowledgeable about everything there than you. Moreover, we are just humble mortals, unable to fathom the thoughts of the supreme beings. But you are different; you are also a supreme being!"

Ah, Mr. Worth, you've probably asked the person who knows the answer best.

Moen said with a smile:

"Of course, let me think about how to pray to Rose Lorian about this matter."

Hmm, how can we get Rose Lorian, who might be in a bad mood, to respond to a group of strangers?

It seems like all they're doing is praising me, right?

Moen seemed embarrassed after thinking of the answer, but he still gave his reply:

"O Goddess of the Golden Flower who serves the Eternal Throne, we devoutly praise the sublimity and majesty of the throne before you. We beseech you to answer our prayers and stand behind us, so that we may have the strength and courage to fight against the enemies of Greenland. Praise be to the throne, praise be to you who serve the King."

After he had said everything, Moen belatedly realized another problem.

Even if separated by a world, even if offered by mortals, such prayers may reach the goddess's ears and grant her power.

What about if I say it directly myself?

Realizing the danger, Moen could only silently pray that the sacred tree would save him.

In fact, Moen's prayer did reach the ears of the two goddesses.

In the old royal palace, Rose Lorian, who had been sitting on the throne and managing all affairs, had already stopped everything the moment Moen uttered the first character.

Just as Moen had expected, even though they were separated by a world, she still heard Moen's voice immediately.

Because that's what she's been longing for for countless years!

But just when she put everything aside and listened attentively, she couldn't hear clearly anymore.

Above her, Yggdrasil, sitting on a branch of the sacred tree, was for the first time not shrouded in a shadowy veil.

In contrast, the entire sacred tree transformed its radiance into a veil of shadows.

No one noticed it, but it truly existed.

A moment later, the goddess heard the second prayer, and with a slight upturn of her lips, she hummed an ancient tune, sitting on a branch and swinging her birch-like, graceful feet.

Clearly, the goddess was very happy to feel deeply relied upon by her king.

Chapter 366 The Invasion Begins (4k)

After Moen and the old man left the bottom floor, which was under construction and being sealed off,...

Moen also received some bad news, which concerned Conan Heather.

The time travelers reported to him that he had not returned since he was sent in the last direction.

Based on the information provided by the time travelers, they are certain that Conan Heather is still alive.

But he just couldn't wake up.

It's like he's become a vegetable.

This is highly unusual. Normally, if a transmigrator dies on the other side, they will return directly to this side, even if their soul is obliterated; in that case, they will still die here.

Both are exceptionally intuitive.

But now, he is neither dead nor awake, stuck in the middle.

Looking at the anxious transmigrators on the terminal, Moen shook his head and said:

"Don't worry, I don't mean to blame you. After all, this is clearly beyond your ability to handle."

The transmigrators on the other side of the projection immediately lowered their heads in relief and said:

"Thank you for your mercy, Your Majesty. But, Your Majesty, what should we do next?"

They were awarded medals by Baratheon because of their outstanding performance this time.

They didn't want to be kicked into Baratheon's inquisition the moment they stepped onto a bright future.

If it were truly their fault, they wouldn't have any complaints, but the problem was something they couldn't have foreseen.

Because almost everyone with eyes can see that the problem lies there, which is the very issue that Wang has been pursuing that has been addressed!

"wait me back."

"Do you have anything else to attend to? Could you please provide a general schedule so we can prepare to welcome the throne?"

"No need for that. I'll contact you when the time comes."

In fact, Moen didn't know when he would have time to go over.

There are just too many things happening, they're coming in droves.

"We understand, Your Majesty. We will also do our best to clarify the situation."

After Moen hung up the call, he fell into deep thought.

From this perspective, Conan Heather must have actually come into contact with something.

Otherwise, this situation wouldn't have occurred. The only question now is what exactly caused this?

Was it an accident, or was it done intentionally?

The former is fine, but the latter is almost tantamount to saying that someone doesn't want Moen to get the information from there yet.

The reason why they said they didn't want to get the information now is because if the other party really didn't want Moen to know anything, they could have just killed Conan Heather.

Kill them completely!

But nothing came of it, so is this just delaying your progress?

why?

As he pondered, Moen couldn't help but look down at his feet.

Although there was no evidence, he felt that perhaps that was the reason.

Because he had come into contact with the uniqueness of the plague.

And that guy has probably escaped completely.

'Because I got involved in another incident, I've temporarily put this one on hold?'

Thinking about this, Moen shook his head; no matter how he looked at it, it was just too strange.

-

Outside the entrance to the mysterious island.

Under the old man's coordination, the stationed troops have been placed under complete martial law.

The warning zone was expanded from the original 20 kilometers to 50 kilometers.

Now, the area around the base is almost entirely patrolled by troops who have been transferred from elsewhere.

Whether it's fortunate or unfortunate, none of them have noticed anything unusual so far.

Further along the national highway, as a convoy was traveling along the road, a sparrow, which is very common in this area, suddenly landed on one of their vehicles.

Looking down at the sealed carriage, the sparrow tilted its head and then flapped its wings and flew away.

It was only at this moment that the people in the car behind saw the sparrow.

But so what? Nobody will care. After all, it's just an insignificant sparrow.

It didn't even linger for a moment before flying away.

They continued along the planned route. Upon reaching a fork in the road, they drove straight onto a small, clearly dirt road.

After another two hours of travel, they finally saw the outpost ahead and the armed drone flying overhead.

This turn of events did not surprise them, because they had received the news when they arrived.

So they just parked and waited for inspection, as was their usual routine.

After pulling the identification from above his head, the leader handed it to the approaching officer, saying:

"Don't worry about our identification documents; everyone's documents match."

He was used to this, but it was the first time the other side had done it, since they were troops that had been transferred here.

The officer glanced at the handed-over identification, then, while instructing his subordinate to check it online, asked the leader:

"So, you're in charge of transporting the food?"

"We handled almost all the logistics, not just the food."