Proof of the Sun King

In a house in Curona.

A tall black-robed man is using his magic to watch every move in the Curona Palace.

Under the black robe, all the white bones are exposed. Except for some carrion sticking to the gaps between the bones, the black-robed man in front of him is completely a carrion.

He was very subtly observing every move in the Curona Palace, and he deftly bypassed the bans and seals that the prophets of the lake gods had set up so that he could spy on the results of the duel between the White Wolf Knight and the Holy Grail Knight.

But that's all, the man in black robe knew that if he went further, the Lake Holy Maiden and the Lake God prophets who were guarding the palace immediately would sense his presence.

The undead magic of the black-robed man is superb. His attainment of magic is beyond the cognition and limit of the wizards in the world. His powerful mana, which surpasses thousands of years of time, can easily break through the protection of the palace, but it is only with the great Like most wizards, the black-robed man is also not good at melee combat. Once he falls under the siege of the Holy Grail Knight, even he cannot escape.

"Ah, it's that Bichi's first divine choice, and her divine choice champion." The black-robed man's rotten and shriveled throat spurted a thick rotten mist. Not far from him, a cloth The corpse of the male nobleman in Litania was lying on the ground, and his face was full of cockroaches and flies.

"It's not easy to do this. I can't fight against the lake **** witch and the god's choice champion at the same time."

"I need some other way." The man in black robe took out a piece of rotten parchment.

On this day, the headquarters of the Church of the Goddess of Mercy in Curona made an earth-shattering discovery. While sorting out the previous massive files, a clerk suddenly discovered the production method of the anti-malarial medicine that was lost hundreds of years ago.

Curona, Cathedral of the Holy Grail, inner courtyard.

The flowers in early spring are fully blooming relying on the divine power of the fairies in the lake, and the entire courtyard is full of beautiful flowers.

The witch of the lake **** was wearing a solid-color princess dress with a lace and hollow neckline. Her green jade fingers brushed a blooming iris: "You did a great job, Ryan, you let the knights across the mountain see our strength."

"My Highness, this is my honor, but the kingdom can't always count on me alone." Ryan seemed to be indifferent to the beauty. He walked through the beautiful courtyard and towards the arranged room.

"You don't seem satisfied that I arranged you to live here?" Morgiana said suddenly looking at Ryan's back.

"It is a lie to say that you are dissatisfied. The living conditions here are no worse than that of the king. All services are readily available. I don't think even His Majesty Richard could arrange for two holy women of the lake to serve me in my daily life." Lane turned around. , looked at the beautiful witch of the lake god, and said with a smile: "But it's a lie that I say I'm happy. I'm still willing to stay with Your Excellency François and my maid."

"It's all lies, what about your truth?" Morgiana walked behind Ryan, her blue eyes staring at his face, as if to discern the truth in his words.

"That is both satisfied and dissatisfied. I am very happy with your treatment of me, but I also sincerely hope that my Highness, can you relax a little bit? I am grateful." Ryan said half-jokingly.

Morgiana walked in front of Ryan, stretched out her hand, and pressed it on Ryan's chest: "No, I can only tell you, I can arrange what you need, but you must live here during this time."

"Okay, the negotiation failed."

Saying goodbye to Mogiana, Ryan opened the door of his room. It was still three or four o'clock in the afternoon, not too late. He stayed in a luxurious suite with all the facilities he could think of. The only thing that made him uncomfortable was There are always two prophets of the lake **** staring at him in the suite. They do not restrict Ryan's personal freedom, but they will follow Ryan.

After a while, it seemed that the matter at hand had been resolved. Morgiana held some documents in her hand and did not knock on the door, but pushed in directly: "Lane? I have something to discuss with you here."

"Okay." Ryan had changed back to his original aristocratic costume. Morgiana sat next to Ryan. The witch of the lake **** replaced her white soft boots with a pair of white stiletto high-heeled shoes. She tidied up her skirt. A pair of small and slender feet in flesh-colored stockings were displayed, and a thick stack of files was placed in front of Ryan: "Ryan, I sent the Holy Grail Knights to collect the remains of those deceased Holy Grail Knights and move them back to the Holy Grail University. The church was buried, but there are still some remains of the Knights of the Grail near Mousillon that have disappeared."

"What is the exact number?" Ryan looked at Musilon's map and asked.

"Twelve." Morgiana's expression was full of hatred and anger: "Only in the cursed land, a place beyond the reach of that lady and us, can the Red Duke do such a thing that is forsaken by human beings and gods."

Just as the fairy of the lake said, even her divine power cannot break through the high walls of Musilon, and only in that cursed place, the necromancer can desecrate the tombs of the Holy Grail Knights.

"Even in such a cursed place, the Necromancer who can desecrate the tomb of the Holy Grail Knight and transform it into a Black Holy Grail Knight is probably still unimaginably powerful. My Highness, do you know what I think of?" Ryan looked at Kang A map of the Dukedom of Nott, which shows the four remaining barons of this cursed land, and the cursed city of Musilon at the mouth of the river: "I think of the curse on you and the attack on you. "

Morgiana's eyes were full of light, and she subconsciously reached out and pressed her lower abdomen, where is the seal set by Ryan: "What do you mean?"

"I am a warrior, not a conspirator, nor a wizard, my highness, I can only think of this." Ryan turned his head, and he found that Morgiana's delicate face was close to him: "What can you do? Did you tell me?"

"One more thing" Morgiana leaned on Ryan's body and whispered something in his ear.

"Understood." Ryan looked at Mogiana with a half-smile, and the Lake God Witch stopped looking at him when he agreed, and immediately ordered the two Lake God prophets: "You go out first, Ryan and I have a relationship. Discuss important matters, and you are not allowed to come in unless there is a particularly urgent matter,"

"Yes." The Prophet of the Lake God withdrew.

Night is gradually falling, and there is no curfew in the prosperous Curona. Recently, due to the approaching of the Knights Conference, a large crowd has poured into Curona.

The nobles on the street were bustling with discussions about the upcoming knight meeting.

"Wow, the Knights Conference is about to be held, and I don't have the heart to work recently," said a slightly fat middle-aged man.

"Yeah, yeah! I don't know who has the most hope to win the Knights Tournament this year?" The other was obviously his companion, and he also picked up the topic with great interest.

"This year? Alas, there are not many outstanding knights in this year. There are only three worth mentioning. I think the winner will be decided among the three."

"Which three?"

"They are Mr. Geoffrey from Angleton, the Earl of Reynolds from Guisoleaux, and the Marquess Surya from Winford. Among them, I am most optimistic about the Marquis Surya, she She is the daughter of the Holy Grail Knight, the Duke of Francois, who has practiced spear and sword equestrian since childhood, and is said to be comparable to her elder brother Julius!"

"Julius, isn't that the last champion?"

"Yeah, so I think she is the winner of this knight's tournament!"

The rhetoric of the crowd attracted enthusiastic attention, and soon everyone on the street got involved.

It's just that some people don't have the heart to participate in these activities. The bishop of the Goddess of Mercy Church hurried through the streets with a group of people. Several heavy carriages were loaded with precious herbs.

They want to test immediately, after hundreds of years, whether the anti-malaria drug is still effective.

The headquarters of the Goddess of Mercy was brightly lit. All the guards and priests gathered to study the medicine together. Countless precious medicinal materials were sent to the headquarters of the church. Everyone sang the name of the Goddess of Mercy, Saria, and hurrying up. time.

This may be the greatest discovery in hundreds of years. If this special drug proves to be useful, then malaria, a terrible infectious disease that has plagued mankind for thousands of years, may be cured! The lives of countless people will be saved, and the fate of the entire human world will be rewritten!

In a tense experiment, precious medicines were mixed to make a green solution, and then the archbishop of the Goddess of Mercy, a kind middle-aged woman directed everyone to continue their work, her face It is uncontrollable ecstasy and frenzy: "Quick! Quick!"

Hundreds of years ago, a priest of the Goddess of Mercy found a special medicine for malaria in a sanatorium in the empire, but before he could leave the formula, the entire sanatorium was inexplicably destroyed in a fire, and it was burned to a white area. Even the Goddess of Mercy failed to get the recipe, leaving only a few records.

And now, the old special medicine is finally about to see the light of day again!

After the preparation of the potion was completed, the archbishop immediately sent the potion to the intensive care home of the Church of the Goddess of Mercy on the outskirts of Curona. During the priest's continuous divine purification, the special potion was poured into the mouth of a malaria patient, and then everyone They are all anxiously waiting for the results.

one hour, two hours

As the patient sweated profusely, his body temperature dropped, his spirit recovered, and his appetite became normal, earth-shattering cheers broke out in the nursing home, and the church pastors knelt down one after another, loudly praising the name of Lady Mercy, thanking her for her The special medicine is given to mortals, thanks to her great contribution to this world.

This is an epoch-making moment!

The Warp, Chaos, Eternity, Nurgle's Garden, a death haven of death and plague.

Furry flies buzzed in dark, thick swarms under the sky. Under the messy canopy of leaves gnawed on by insects, large rotting forks and vines entwined around them seem to have sprung up to cover the ground, and fungal plants scatter like leaves from the mulch covering the trees. Growing around and spewing choking spores, the half-demon plants shook their stems at their own frequency, but not from the stimuli that seemed to freeze air. Bright red, blue, yellow and purple flowers pierce the gloomy atmosphere, and a paradise of joy spreads among the melancholy forest scenery. Digging and running insects have brightly patterned carapaces and shiny wings. Insects fly briskly along the long banks of the slow, turbid river, and in the rustling of the reeds, whisper the name of the septic epidemic spread by the great Nurgle in the mortal world or for those doomed to die by their creators. The guys groaned.

One of the four evil gods of Chaos and the **** of disease, Nurgle is busy, right in the middle of his dwelling, which is dilapidated and ancient, but its foundations are forever strong, and the dwelling is covered with creeping poison ivy and thick Moss, cracked windows and cracked stone compete for space with rusted bronze, rusted iron borders and moss-covered lintels vying for their charm to outdo each other.

Nurgle toiled beneath these crumbling walls, his enormous body swollen and stinking unbearably, his green, dead leather skin covered with pus-filled ulcers, swollen. of sores and numerous parasites. Nurgle-boom's pulsing organs were full of excrement ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ spraying out through the cracks in his superficial skin and hanging on him as if he were covered in disgusting fruit. From these organs erupted swarms of microscopic Nurgle that foraged and sucked the nauseatingly rich sap on Grandpa-like Nurgle's guts.

The evil **** was holding a large spoon and stirring in a huge cauldron bigger than his body, and with each stirring of Nurgle's long spoon full of maggots, a new disease was created, with to destroy the world of mortals.

The rotting hand scooped up some of the horrible concoction into his cavernous mouth to taste the fruits of his labor, and Nurgle was muttering to himself: "Not enough, not enough, these are not enough, **** Isa, will I, the great work, lingered in the invisible, and more, more powerful."

A group of Nurgle demons were surrounding Nurgle, loudly arguing about how powerful this achievement could be, and how many souls could be taken away before the gods of order could react.

"Huh?" Nurgle suddenly raised his head, and it noticed something: "There are humans and humans, and they have discovered a new drug. They want to solve it. I am most proud of it, one of the works."

"No!" Nurgle suddenly raised his cauldron.

Countless Nurgle demons felt the master's command, and they roared and rushed into Nurgle's cauldron. Hundreds of demons were melted into pulp by the boiling mixture. Even so, countless Nurgle demons were still from It came from all directions, constantly rushing into the cauldron.

"Go!" The cauldron turned over, and the terrifying mixture poured toward the main material plane, turning into a yellow-green torrent.

"The mortals who are backward and refuse civilization, enjoy my gift!"

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