Chapter 160: Charges

Sometimes innocent people are killed indiscriminately just to avoid anyone getting in the way of the right path. Yi Cha knows almost a hundred such examples and can use them skillfully, but this is not the respectable situation now.

The Dark Arc residents came out. They all carried buckets. Casualties are quite limited compared to polycrystalline residents. Yi Cha watched the fire fighting for a while, and it didn't take much effort to find the leader among them - maybe he was just a scout. He had plenty of time, but his energy allowed him to ask only one question: "Am I the first one here?"

He didn't expect an accurate response. However, the Dark Arc Scout said eloquently in Common Tongue: "There was another demon here. But he didn't set the fire."

"He didn't take away the brown beggar?"

"Why take him away?" Dark Arc Scout asked curiously. "He put him on that platter."

"Not bad. Very good." Yi Cha gritted his teeth.

He couldn't help shouting.

…

Dosmas was calm. A little calmer than usual. Being infected with the Silent Plague is indeed not scary at all. Its symptoms are mild, it does not cause squirting or bursting, and it can be defeated occasionally with strong will. It also calms the sparks of excessive passion and resentment—a thing that would be called a blessing by angels and a blessing by devils, if dear grandpa did not suffer from another subdivision like Zhaint. Cursed stuff.

It should be promoted vigorously. He should now be taking a quick trip around the world, shouting and attracting attention. Or even faster - put yourself in a cage with a "Free Admission Today" sign outside.

"You didn't bring him back." Metz appeared in the room. The voice was cold. "I need a strong explanation."

"And I can't give an explanation." Dosmas said lazily. He found that his grandfather's ability to rest was indeed extraordinary. He wanted to sit down now but couldn't find a place. The floor was shiny and slippery enough to kill a cat. "You must know." He looked at the pair of golden eyes that turned straight. "I just had a whim——"

“The greatest errors in actuarial science are the whims of mediocre minds.”

"But you still asked me to go, does that mean you are not afraid of my sudden whims?" Dosmas smiled. Is there really a crisis? The original Olympian looked very dissatisfied, but he didn't feel it. "Or is that how you calculated it?"

Metz paused for a long time.

"That was a mistake," he said. "You need to return to the Vientiane Forest and find the brown beggar at any cost."

"I can't make mistakes. You told me." Dosmas leaned against the pillar, controlling himself not to slip down. "If I was going to leave him there, it had to be the right thing."

"Then I have to do some calculations to know. If you don't bring him here, how can you do the calculations?" Yimeiz seemed to be angry. This made Dosmas laugh - wanting to laugh, he opened his mouth and slid slowly along the pillar to the floor.

Yimeiz drove the calculation table close to the young devil.

Two anomalies attracted his attention: the hourglass that had always been placed on his right hand was stuck, and it had not leaked half a grain of sand for a long time. From the position before he moved to the position after he moved, the angle and position of the cold light reflected in his eyes from the floor did not change.

Dosmas clearly had no intention of getting up.

The original Olympian mage quickly moved to the window. He was familiar with every corner and straight line of the fort, so he could tell the difference at a glance: there should be a building three blocks away that was being razed to the ground, but its roof was still intact. On the top floor - in contrast, its lower two floors have exploded into huge cotton-like shapes.

There were only a few faculty members around. But they all seemed quite calm and stood there motionless.

One glance was enough for Nesis, and he began to make a sizzling noise, telling Yimez what he already knew: "The Plague of Silence has spread. The current area should be as large as three cities."

"In line with expectations." The original Olympian mage nodded. He didn't say it to convey the message. Now that the reflections have stopped moving, expectations for the sonic wave will only become more negative. Fortunately, there has always been no barrier to communication with Nesis. "Confirmed your suspicion."

"My guess."

"The Silent Plague is another form of collapse," Metz said. He has already flown high into the sky with the calculation table. Overlooking the entire Wei Xing No. 5. There is no wind. The black smoke that Devils Tower emitted every day solidified in the air. The inhabitants of the path and the sculptures among the rocks became indistinguishable.

"It develops much faster than collapse." Nesis said. "Probably because of Lan Lewin's absence." He made a self-deprecating noise. "Rimugang'e cannot be guessed. It cannot be estimated. Even we have to use this vague term-"

"Exactly what you want." Yimeiz already knew what was coming next, so he interrupted him without hesitation. The six walls of the room become transparent again. "Observe thirty sets of data. Make sure it matches the fit."

"Are you ordering me? You??"

"I'm telling you what to do. This is what I should do." Yimeiz said. He turned back to Dodie and Andy, who had just appeared in the room. They just looked at each other. The two great lichs walked straight to Dosmas without any need to signal, picked him up and left quickly.

"It was a mistake that he didn't bring back the brown beggar," Nesis said softly. "Aren't you going to think about it more?"

"No plan." Yimeiz said coldly. "I calculate. No plan. Dosmas did not bring back the brown beggar. It means he is not what we need."

"Oh. Oh! But you were--"

"I miscalculated. Dosmas' performance helped me correct my mistake. The one who really hides your secret is the gray dwarf. Although we didn't see the brown beggar, it should have lost its memory of life. This is Shin. Intestines and linings are common features of organisms, not special parts. We have never had enough examples to support such an argument-"

"I have no secrets." Nesis said calmly. "Only Blue Lewin has that kind of thing. Maybe the Featherless Ones also have it. But I am opposed to them all."

"Oh. Correction. Accusation." Yimeiz said. "The crimes you committed against the original universe. The crime of walking. They were already dead and became self-sufficient undead. No one needed to care. As a result, all the undead were resurrected overnight. The mistakes reappeared. Traces of sin It was dug up from tens of thousands of miles underground.”

"I thought you didn't use metaphors. Nor did you accuse of crimes..."

"So this is not a metaphor. This is not an accusation. How far along are the observations? I'm going to start doing the math."

…

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His roar cut through several - maybe hundreds of things. The Dark Arc was in tatters and plunged into a sea of ​​black fire, turning the sky into darkness. The brown beggar was dangling on the crescent-shaped horn. The residents had already fled with the buckets, but the scout was still holding it in his hand, and his soft neck began to ooze sticky semi-fluid.