The female investigator took away Li Nuo, the metal box and the cloth bag.
Silence ushers in unnoticed corners.
About half an hour later, Murphya appeared here panting.
"Those guys from MI2 are really serious about me. Is it necessary to send out more than ten elite combatants to track me down!?"
Murphy Ya complained in her heart.
She looked towards the corner where the poisonous mist rolled and whispered:
"Jarvis, how's the wand going?"
"Jarvis?"
"Jarvis?"
After shouting several times and walking around the corner several times, Murphy Ya never saw Li Nuo.
She quickly took out a copper whistle, put it to her mouth and blew it.
After a while, Sergeant Mars ran over.
"Reporting to you, sir." Mars raised his hand and saluted in a matter-of-fact manner.
"Mars, have you seen Jarvis?"
Murphya forced herself to remain calm, but her slightly trembling voice still revealed the anxiety in her heart.
Mars looked around and said, "No, sir. Isn't Jarvis with you?"
Murphy Arden feels bad.
"Did he sneak away with his things? No, no, it's impossible. I specially added weights to the metal box. It's impossible for him to lift it alone. Could it be that he was taken away by MI2?"
Murphy's eyes wandered and she searched the ground nearby.
Her vision in the poisonous fog is much better than ordinary people.
After looking around for a moment, she found the bullet casing caught in the crack of the stone.
In order to prevent firearms and ammunition from flowing into the hands of illegal forces, the firearms and ammunition of MI2 investigators are specially made and clearly marked.
Murphy Ya realized the seriousness of the problem as soon as he saw the two black lines on the bullet casing - these black lines were the marks of MI2.
"Oops. Jarvis was taken away by people from MI2. It must have been Kasha's doing! No wonder I didn't see her on the ground!"
Murphy Ya clenched the bullet shell, gritted her silver teeth, turned her head, and asked Mars, who looked confused:
"Mars, how much magic ore have you collected? How long will it take to transport the magic ore back to the fortress?"
Mars made a silent calculation and then said:
"Report, sir. There are six undead ships with a total load capacity of 2,400 tons. We have collected about half of the raw death stones. The rest of the ores have sunk to the bottom of the water and cannot be collected. These 1,200 tons of magic ore will take about 8 hours Only then can we transport them to the legion fortress from here. Just transporting them to the ground will take at least 5 hours. If there is an undead counterattack, this time will be longer."
"Eight hours. Eight hours. No, there may not be enough time." Murphya said while thinking:
"MI2 will definitely hide the wand. It will take me a lot of time just to find the wand. I also need to find someone to get Jarvis out of prison. Mars will obey orders."
"Yes, sir." Mars stood up straight.
"I order you to delay as much time as possible and not let these death stones enter the fortress so quickly."
Marrs was stunned for a moment and his face was full of doubts:
"Sir, did I hear you correctly? Do you want me to delay time? But these death stones are too important to the legion. The longer the delay, the greater the possibility that we will encounter a counterattack by the undead."
Murphy Ya raised her palms and stopped the other party's words:
"No, Mars, you don't understand the situation."
Murphy Ya took a breath and calmed down:
"I shouldn't have told you these things, because it involves the Necromantic Rune, which is considered a crime in the empire. But you are the only subordinate I can trust now. No matter what, in order for you to complete my mission, I feel the need to share my findings with you.”
Mars nodded and listened.
Murphya took out the notepad from the pocket of her underwear, opened one page, and showed it to Mars.
March 6th.
I was ambushed by assassins from the Death Society in Tomb No. 669.
I was dragged into the crypt of the undead and subjected to despairing torture.
Before the Emperor's personal guards rescued me, I observed the general process of the Necromantic Cult summoning a large number of undead creatures.
Overall, there are three tasks that the Necromantic Cult needs to complete.
First:
The Necromancer Cult needs to prepare a large number of remains, the more the better, but they do not need the remains to be intact.
second:
The Necromancer Cult needs to prepare enough raw death stones.
I saw with my own eyes that tons of raw death stones had their energy absorbed by the ritual circle.
third:
The Necromantic Cult needs to draw ritual circles that contain magical logic.
Ritual formations are often misunderstood as huge, bloated, exaggerated disks and lines.
Everyone thought it was at least the size of a bedroom.
But in fact, it can be compressed to the size of half a card table, or it can be engraved on a dinner plate, or even become an inconspicuous pattern on the handle of a spoon.
For example, in the summoning ceremony I witnessed, the ritual circle used by the Necromancer Priest was carved on a rib.
The size of the ritual circle depends entirely on the carving skill of the carver.
This is very similar to the Alchemy Formation of the Golden Federation.
Of course, I am not doubting that the Golden Federation planned the undead disaster. They have a lot of troubles of their own, and they don't have the time to disrupt our country.
In summary:
Only after meeting the three conditions of casting materials, ritual arrays and energy sources can the Necromancer Cult summon undead in large quantities.
As long as we concentrate our efforts and eliminate one of the conditions, the Necromantic Cult will not be able to use the ocean of undead to deal with us.
Martha Murphy's
Written at the intersection of dreary misery
The contents of the notepad end here.
Mars has never understood death magic, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have a bright mind.
He looked back at the river bank, and then at the place where the metal box was originally placed. He opened his mouth slightly, his expression stagnant and filled with surprise:
"Sir, do you mean that there is a magic circle for the summoning ritual on that wand?"
Murphya nodded slowly:
"Yes. I was reminded to study the secret of the wand carefully. There are not only ritual circles on the wand, but also other patterns. However, my understanding of death magic is limited and I was unable to discern the meaning of those patterns."
Mars shook his head and sighed:
"Military Intelligence Unit 2 brought the wand into the fortress, and we transported the Death Stone there, which is equivalent to helping the Necronomicon Cult gather the two conditions for the summoning ceremony. So how to achieve the third condition? There should not be that many in the Legion Fortress The remains of
Murphy's eyes were confused, and she was stunned for a moment, then sighed silently and said:
"Yes, Mars. This is what I am puzzled about. Long-term storage of remains has long been prohibited in military fortresses of the Imperial Army. Even the night watchmen in the morgue have been replaced by Imperial sergeants from ordinary people. .Only relying on the remains in the morgue, the Necromantic Cult should not be able to make waves in the legion fortress. It is precisely because the conditions for the casting materials are not met, so I did not take my research records to remind the legion commander, but Just try to keep the wand out of the fortress."
Murphy Ya looked at the underground river, her eyes a little blurred:
"Perhaps I am wrong, Mars. The appearance of the Death Stone and the Wand in the Legion Fortress at the same time was just a coincidence, not the product of careful planning. Now that I think about it, I was taken away by Kaisha just now. I’m so excited that I ordered you to delay the transportation of the magic mine out of desperation.”
Murphy Ya faced the underground river, as if she wanted to see something from the stinking river water.
She thought for nearly half a minute, waved her hand and said:
"Forget it, Mars. I take back the order I just gave because I was too excited. Hey, I'm still too impulsive and not suitable for leading troops in war."
Seeing that Murphya had withdrawn his order, Mars stopped bringing up the topic and asked instead:
"Sir, what about Jarvis? No one can survive the torture of MI2."
When she thought of the people from MI2 bypassing her and forcibly taking Jarvis away, frost suddenly rose on Murphy's face.
"I will ask Lieutenant Gretel to intercept Kasha. On the grounds that Jarvis has the secrets everywhere, put him in an ordinary prison instead of the MI2 interrogation room."
Murphy Ya sighed, seemingly helpless:
"That's all I can do. If things don't turn around, he could be in jail for a long, long time. As for my commitment to him... I can only do the best I can."
After speaking, Murphya turned around and walked into the poisonous fog, leaving the place with the swirling fog.
Mars was silent for a few seconds, then turned and left, heading towards the river bank:
"Poor Jarvis, you were so close to getting a medal and a new life."
Mars sighed dullly again:
"I'm going to be miserable too...those lieutenants will definitely ask me to modify the undead runes..."
…
Colabo Legion Fortress.
The MI2 convoy passed through the doorway in the city wall and entered the crowded street.
In the carriage with the doors and windows closed, Li Nuo frowned in thought.
The shackles that bound his hands and feet were cold and hard, and the rough edges rubbed away bloody marks on his skin.
Li Nuo didn't care at all.
He has always believed that as long as he keeps thinking, the pain will subside.
Find the truth in thinking, find opportunities in the truth, and resolve problems in the opportunities. In this way, the pain will naturally disappear without a trace.
Paying too much attention to temporary sufferings and gains and losses will only interfere with your thinking, interrupt your thinking, and make you confused and trapped.
When people are confused, they will lose their direction, take long detours, or even go back.
Li Nuo knew this very well, so he was obsessed with the feeling of sobriety and was unwilling to sink into the ocean of desire.
"呲"
The steam locomotive braked suddenly.
Li Nuo swayed and broke away from his thoughts.
A loud quarrel came from the front of the convoy.
Li Nuo could vaguely distinguish the voices of Kasha and Lieutenant Grete, but could not hear the specific content of the argument.
After about two minutes, the quarrel suddenly stopped.
Kasha stepped on the stone bricks and came to the car. She roughly opened the door and pulled Li Nuo out:
"Crime Soldier No. 888, good luck to you! Remember it, I will keep an eye on you. I will remember everything you said to me underground, and they will become strong evidence of your violent resistance to arrest."
Li Nuo completely ignored the noisy noise and didn't even look at Kasha, treating the other party as nothing.
Lieutenant Gretel walked towards Li Nuo, but he didn't even look at him.
Li Nuo's mind was not on these people.
He looked around, his eyes scanning the MI2 investigators and Imperial soldiers surrounding him.
He then looked at the sewer pipes and manhole covers on both sides of the street, then along the narrow road towards the trains and railroad tracks not far away, and finally looked straight upward into the dark clouds.
Li Nuo looked up at the sky, chuckled lightly, and relaxed his brows:
"Oh, that's it. I thought that the legion's fortress was impregnable and easy to defend. Now it seems that it is nothing more than that."
"Jarvis, what are you talking about?" Lieutenant Gretel had just been promoted and his uniform was still brand new.
He heard about Li Nuo from Murphy Ya and knew what mission the young man in front of him was carrying.
He was somewhat concerned about Li Nuo's mental state.
But not out of kindness, but out of caution.
He was worried that Li Nuo's mind would be distorted and his spirit would be polluted because he came into contact with too many undead runes.
Li Nuo suppressed his smile and looked at Grete calmly:
"Lead the way, sir. Are you going to the prison cell on the third underground floor? Your eyebrows moved. It seems that I guessed it right. It's boring. It's too simple."
Li Nuo laughed, attracting even more attention to himself.
His crazy talk and inexplicable laughter can easily be thought of as a mental disorder.
Li Nuo coughed lightly, suppressed his smile, and regained his indifferent expression:
"Ahem, I'm sorry. I've been in this ungrateful place for a long time, and I miss my hometown a little bit. I don't usually talk like this. I've been holding it in for a long time, and I've been stimulated, so I'm a little lost. Normally, I'm still Very polite and sensible.”
Lieutenant Gretel frowned, seemingly unable to follow Li Nuo's thoughts.
He was stunned for half a second, and then he realized that he still had something serious to do.
"Stop talking nonsense and come with me."
Lieutenant Gretel grabbed Li Nuo's shoulders and escorted him towards the castle at the end of the street:
"Watch your words, Jarvis. You are still a criminal and must abide by the rules."
The soldiers on the street cast glances at the group.
As the person involved, Li Nuo looked back at them as if nothing happened, without his heart beating faster or blushing in shame, just as relaxed as taking a walk after a meal.
Don't care about other people's eyes, especially those who don't have any interests.
Li Nuo understood this truth at the age of 8.
The soldiers and sergeants in front of him were all passers-by in his eyes. There are only a few people worthy of his attention.
"Grete, bring me a dinner, a big one."
"I emphasize again, Criminal Soldier No. 888. Your identity is a criminal soldier, and you are not qualified to instruct me."
"Oh." Li Nuo turned his head and shouted towards the MI2 convoy behind him:
"Kasha, I have something to tell you. It's about Mo."
"That's enough!" Lieutenant Gretel growled, glaring at Li Nuo:
"Follow me. As for dinner, I'll take care of it."
If I had said this earlier, nothing would have happened and I had to resort to means.
Do you think the palace battle dramas and emperor dramas I watched before time travel were for nothing? I'm just too lazy to use it on you.
Li Nuo smiled and said:
"Remember, Grete, times have changed, tonight."
War is never flat, it is as three-dimensional as a plump dancer.
It is normal for Imperial sergeants and soldiers to fail to realize this.
This is the limitation of the times.
But it is not his Li Nuo limitation.
Li Nuo smiled from the bottom of his heart.
It turned out that this was the reason why I was unhappy.
He has been trying to integrate into this era and become a part of this new world.
But in fact, there is no need for him to wrong himself so much.
Why not let the world adapt to him.
If he has not mastered the power of the system, then when he encounters a setback, he will definitely examine the reasons from himself first. This is his consistent approach.
But he has a system now.
If you encounter setbacks, it must be due to external factors, not his own fault.
In this case, let's use the system to correct other people's mistakes.
Um... no.
It is to draw benefits and nutrients from other people's mistakes.
Tatis is not a place worth saving.
I should stand beside it like a vulture and draw from its death all I need.
Let's start tonight.
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