Looking at the three people who were at war with each other, the woman showed no intention of resisting. She still had a sweet smile like the girl next door on her face: "Kill me?"
"It's a pity that you were a step too late, I'm already dead."
"Anna, even though you are not a wizard who specializes in studying souls, you should be able to see this. The Great Library of Constantinople gives you the opportunity to stand on the shoulders of those who came before you."
"But anger blinds you - for a wizard, being irritable and irritable is not an advantage." Lothar subconsciously looked behind the woman and found that there was no shadow - was it a ghost?
Anna's tense momentum was like a deflated rubber ball, and she begged feebly: "How can you tell me the location of the source of the plague? Don't you like to seek knowledge? I can open all the books in the Imperial Library. for you."
"Haha -" the woman couldn't help laughing and said: "In order to pursue the truth, I can even give up my own body, how can I tell you the location of the source of the plague just because of your temptation?" Anna said angrily: "Then you What do you want?"
"I'm meeting you here just out of courtesy to my fellow wizards. I don't have any agenda against you."
"Polite?" Anna gritted her teeth in anger and made a squeaking sound. Lothar lowered his voice and said, "Don't you have any way to deal with souls?"
"Don't bother, you can't do anything to me." The smile on the woman's face was still sweet and pleasant. Lothar felt like she had a hard fist when she looked at it, and wanted to punch her twice in the face. Beat her until her mouth was crooked and her eyes were crooked.
Anna's message suddenly rang in Lothar's ears: "Do you have any way to deal with the soul body?" Lothar said nothing.
The soul body is not invincible. He can temporarily borrow the power of Prajna to attack this woman's soul, but he has to torture it.
Where the "source of the plague" is located, I'm afraid it won't work. This needs to be done by professionals. On the way here, he left marks for them along the way, and they cleaned up the rats on the road. They expected Prajna and the others to be here soon.
"Madam, you said you were waiting for us here out of politeness as a wizard, but as a wizard, it's somewhat indecent for you to appear in front of me without any trace of information, isn't it?" Lothar said with a smile on his face. He chatted with interest.
The woman took a deep look at Lothar: "You are right, it is not polite to expose your body in front of a young and handsome wizard like you. It's a pity that I have abandoned my useless body, otherwise maybe we can still have a life together. Evening pleasure - although pleasing the body is only a low-level pleasure, it is still something that can make people feel happy." Lothar said deeply: "It is indeed a pity." The woman's milky white skin was gradually covered with a layer of Layers of purple fabric, the gorgeous palace dress wraps the body tightly.
"Not bad. The little girl in the back, as a wizard, although the skin is no longer important, you should at least take care of it a little. You are so unkempt, it is really unsightly." Yin Fu: "?" She obviously did her best. Lower your sense of presence.
Lothar continued: "I have a friend who is also studying plague. He calls it the 'Umbrella Project', trying to create a host that can make dead bodies stand up again and turn into a plague. Whenever someone is caught by the host, Wounds or bites will be infected and transformed into a plague of walking corpses." The woman frowned and said with some disdain: "What kind of retro idea is this? Relying on walking corpses to spread the plague, how can it be compared to rats? And it’s more convenient to have fleas on it?”
"I think so too, but in his plan, the walking dead are actually just the product of failure. According to his vision, the plague can actually coexist with the human body and produce a benign mutation."
"In short, it is to enable ordinary people to take advantage of the power of plague and possess otherworldly powers." Listening to Lothar's description, a look of approval appeared on the woman's face: "That's right, just like the ones I cultivated Like a rat."
"After combining with the plague, their speed has become faster, their vitality has become more tenacious, and their claws have become sharper. Even the cats, their former natural enemies, are no longer their opponents."
"If the final survivors of humankind can coexist with this plague, they will become stronger." Mentioning her work, the woman couldn't help but show a trace of pride on her face.
Lothar said with disdain on his face: "Oh, do you think that turning humans into monsters covered with black pustules and full of fangs is a benign mutation? Moreover, the plague rats you cultivate generally have a short lifespan, right? ? This is a sign that the plague cannot reach a balance with its host. Soon, even if no one cares about them, they will die on their own." Lothar raised his head and looked at the woman with contempt in his eyes: " With all due respect, your work is far from what my friend imagined."
"But your friend's idea will always be just an idea, and I turned it into reality!" The woman's face showed a trace of sullenness, and she retorted: "Moreover, how dare you judge that my rat group will not live long? I I’ve done experiments before!”
"What you said makes sense." Lothar changed the topic: "So I suggest you two have a good chat. You see, you are both geniuses in epidemic science. Stop your imperfect plan first. Maybe you two If you cooperate with others, you can really create a perfect plague. At that time, you will create a brand new wizard of the plague school. In the future, countless apprentices will regard you as their spiritual mentors." The woman was silent for a moment and shook her head indifferently: "I don't care. Those ones."
"But you should always care about your research. You know, my friend's research on epidemiology is really outstanding, and in his plan, there was no idea of using magic from the beginning to the end. You know, Using a plague containing magic power, even if it really achieves a balance with the host body, it will only give birth to monsters like werewolves and vampires. That is not evolution at all, it can only be said to be 'alienation' at best." Luo Sa's tone was extremely sincere.
The woman's expression suddenly changed slightly: "You are stalling for time, right?"
"The person you were waiting for has arrived, but I don't see the point."
"Even if you find a way to attack the soul body, I will not tell you the location of the source of the plague." Her expression was calm: "Although I want to see with my own eyes the final direction of this plague, but I can't. It’s nothing, it’s just a pity.”
"Isn't the source of the plague under this lake?" A confident smile appeared on Lothar's face. He was just cheating, but the woman's expression did not change at all.
He just mocked and said: "Ah, you, like your friends, like to make unrealistic imaginations."
"Whether it's imagination or not, we'll find out soon."
"Prajna, imprison her!" As Lothar finished speaking, a huge door to hell stood in the stone room.
On the door, faces rise and fall. Lothar even saw a few familiar faces, including Seleucid I, the dragon-born monarch who founded the Seleucid dynasty.
He was once a talented and strategic king, but unfortunately after his death, in order to survive, he became an evil spirit. Now he is imprisoned by the gate of hell and has become the source of his power.
Just in line with Prajna's words, no matter how talented or sage a monarch is, he will become faint in the face of death.
The door to hell fell, and the woman's expression suddenly changed.
"It's the breath of Cerberus..." The woman murmured in a low voice. Realizing that she could not escape, her expression became calm.
"I will not go to hell, and you will not know where the source of the plague is. Everything will continue to move forward according to my vision." Anna exclaimed: "She wants to destroy her soul, stop her!" But how could this be prevented?
The woman's body quickly became transparent, and countless translucent debris floated into the sky.
"Wizard, I am actually looking forward to your friend's research. If you had told me this earlier, maybe I would have been tempted to participate - I wish him success." A smile appeared on the woman's face, and then, Even the cheeks were broken into powder, lifted into the air and dissipated.
On the door of hell, a ferocious face let out an angry roar. Such a pure and sweet soul actually wanted to choose to self-destruct, but it was unable to stop it. This was even more uncomfortable than killing it!
Prajna frowned as he watched the woman's soul disperse. The souls of ordinary people do not have the ability to self-destruct, but the powerful soul of the wizard is not included in this. She wants to self-destruct, and even Prajna cannot stop it.
The atmosphere was heavy. It seems that a horrific disaster sweeping the entire world is unavoidable.
"Prajna, can you find her memory from the fragments of her soul?" Lothar suddenly said.
In the world of yesterday's giant ship, Prajna is the leader of the ghost clan, specializing in catching rioting evil spirits and evil spirits. No one understands the mysteries of the soul better than their clan.
"No, it's too broken." Prajna shook his head. Lothar stepped back and asked, "What about following the breath of her soul fragments and finding her body?"
"I can try." Prajna spread out her hand, and some debris fell on her palm. Soon, it melted like snowflakes - but even if it melted, the breath of the woman's soul still remained.
She closed her eyes and pondered for a moment, then nodded and said: "Over there, Chelinina, open the passage for me." She pointed to the distance, between the gaps in the rocks.
Chelinina responded and stepped forward
With two "swish" swords, the protruding rocks were cut away, revealing behind it a path that was not very spacious and could not even be seen as a road.
"What did you find?" Anna approached Lothar and asked with some hesitation. Flynn also came over with curiosity on her face. She still didn't understand what was going on.
She actually doesn't care about the plague, and it can't be infected by anyone like her.
The "noble" blood princess. Lothar shook his head and said: "I didn't find anything. I just think that she couldn't give up her body because she had had enough life, right? With her 'Frankenstein' character, she might have used her body as research material. "
"So, her body is most likely the source of the plague?" Anna's eyes lit up. Lothar sighed softly: "I am just guessing. It is better than returning to Constantinople with a sullen face and waiting for the disaster to break out." Anna said confidently: "No, your guess is very Correct, she wants to control the plague rats through magic, and there is nothing more suitable to be the container of the 'source of plague' than her own body."
