Jiang Feng did not release Sheriff Connie's pigeons, and after returning from the shelter halfway up the mountainside, he boarded Captain Calf's galleys with Xiaobai, who was carrying his bag. When the group returned to Port Sevet, it was just before the sun set.

Stained with the wharf of Savit Port, Jiang Feng obviously felt a trace of solemnity from the atmosphere of that town.

For the past few days, the curse that has haunted the sky over Baron Fred's manor has tormented the nerves of every colonist in the town. Every day, many people wander the harbor, hoping that merchant ships from the Kadiren Empire or other Norren kingdoms will arrive here and take them away from this terrifying land.

As for the kingdom of Rick......

No one was counting on it.

The War of the Succession was at its most intense, and no merchant ships were able to pass through the blockade of the pirate ships under Prince William.

The lightly armored guards ran in the direction of Sheriff Connie, and reported something to him at a rapid pace.

Jiang Feng glanced in the direction of the two of them, and saw the same solemnity on their faces.

Out of curiosity, he tried to eavesdrop on the guard's report.

And when he heard the news clearly, he couldn't help but have a thoughtful expression on his face.

It seems that the crisis in the port of Sevit is far more dangerous than he imagined.

Just as Jiang Feng was thinking about something, Connie walked over to him and said with a difficult expression.

"The church has fallen!"

"Old Toven was found dead in the church."

"The assailant has been found, but before we could interrogate him, he killed himself chanting Solore's name."

"The statue of the church was painted with the symbol of chaos in the blood of the assailant who deserved to go to hell, and our guards tried to erase the blasphemous pattern, but the red mist of the manor has spread to the church, and our people can only withdraw from there......"

Old Toven was the only priest in the port of Sevit, which Jiang Feng heard from Captain Calf on the galleys.

At the mention of the name Sololl, Connie's fleshy face shuddered involuntarily. His pupils were filled with horror at Solore, blasphemous indignation at the perpetrators, and despair at the powerlessness of the curse.

"What kind of livestock are generally raised on the farms of the colonies?" Jiang Feng asked.

Connie was stunned, not understanding why Jiang Feng suddenly asked about this.

Is it time to care about the livestock on the farm?

However, out of trust in the wizard, he still subconsciously replied.

"There are more ...... such as Montolmon"

Montolmon is a domestic animal similar in size to a pig, with horns on its head and thick lower limbs. Although there are creatures similar to pigs and cattle in this world, none of them are more suitable for raising in subtropical areas, so most of the farms in Port Sevit breed Montaurs as the main source of meat for the colonists in addition to fish.

"Take the ten Montauts to the church, and I'll be waiting for you there."

Leaving this sentence and a confused look on his face, Jiang Feng took Xiaobai and walked in the direction outside the port.

……

The distance between the church and the baron's manor is less than 100 meters, so it can be said that the distance between them is quite close.

What really made Jiang Feng feel dignified was not the fall of the church itself, but the cemetery behind the church.

Although confused by Jiang Feng's request, Connie still ordered the guards to buy a dozen Montoomons from the farmer and lead them to the open space in front of the church.

At this moment, the church has been covered in a thick red mist, and those with a weaker immunity will become cursed puppets as long as they step into that realm even slightly.

However, for Jiang Feng's immunity and metabolic ability, this level of germs was nothing at all.

Ordering the guards to lead the ten Montaurs to the front of the church and hack them to death, Jiang Feng took out a few test tubes from his waist bag and poured the dark green liquid on the corpse of the Montaurant.

The dark green slurry flowed down Montaumon's wounds, and the animals that were still kicking their legs immediately stopped moving. Jiang Feng continued to instruct Xiao Bai to throw the corpses of these Montto beasts into the red mist, one by two.

Sure enough, the moment they came into contact with the red mist, the corpses of those Montaumons were immediately infected by the spores of macrophages, and became a seedbed for breeding new "spell casting materials".

Seeing this, the corners of Jiang Feng's mouth hooked up a playful smile.

The diseased macrophages extracted from the blood of the old groom named Old Norhan eventually became the key to breaking the curse.

Experiments have shown that the red mist that lingers in Baron Fred's manor for a long time is actually a metabolite of the diseased macrophage, something similar to a spores. Macrophages that live on the living dead feed on the flesh of their hosts, secreting flesh-red metabolites that are the "casting mediums" of the curse.

Jiang Feng only figured this out yesterday.

Since the Crystal as a biological crystal can be used as a casting medium, it means that the casting medium does not have to be inorganic.

Although the spiritual force field of each "casting medium" is negligible, once these "same frequency" casting mediums form a huge number, under the resonance effect formed by the spiritual force field of the same frequency, the power of the curse can be infinitely amplified, and even form an inherent curse field.

It is naturally impossible for a wizard like him, who has barely reached the apprentice level, to solve a curse comparable to five-star sorcery, but if it is only to destroy the spellcasting medium......

For him, it was just too simple.

With the understanding of biology of these indigenous civilizations, standing in front of Jiang Feng from the Earth Federation was like a baby.

They don't even know what the power they are proud of comes from.

Just as Jiang Feng expected, the corpse of the Montaut beast infected by the spores of the diseased macrophages began to turn red, and a faint red gas floated out of its mouth and nose, blending into the scarlet mist and becoming part of the cursed realm spell casting medium.

However, if you look at the newly born spores under an electron microscope, it is obvious that they are different from the original spores in the Cursed Realm.

In the previous test tubes, Jiang Feng genetically improved the extracted diseased macrophages through bioengineering technology.

The spores released by the modified cells will exhibit completely different properties, and will actively come into contact with the "same kind" that permeates the air, implanting inactivating factors into them.

It's like a Trojan horse, blending into the enemy's interior and then dividing from it.

It's not a clever technique, but it's extraordinarily effective.

When dealing with some bacterial spread events due to experimental failures, the Earth Federation has used similar techniques depending on the situation. By cultivating the lesions of the target cells, hunting the original cells, the effect of attacking the shield of the child with the spear of the child is achieved.

"It's ......"

Connie looked at Jiang Feng's movements in confusion, not understanding the meaning of his actions.

He originally thought that the wizard master would perform sorcery, or arrange some special formation to lift the spell of Chaos, but he didn't expect that he just took a few test tubes out and poured them on the corpse of the Montormon.

"Potions."

Not wanting to explain too much to the natives of the lower civilizations who had not even entered the space age, Jiang Feng simply took out the guise of a wizard and said concisely.

"Can you lift the curse with just a potion?" Connie asked, incredulously.

“…… You can think of it as a spellcasting medium. Jiang Feng said.

I see.

Connie's face flickered.

Although Jiang Feng didn't explain anything, he was instantly stunned.

Shaking his head, not wanting to complain about the IQ of these aborigines, Jiang Feng glanced at the church filled with red mist and spoke.

"How many ballistae are there in the colony?"

"Sixteen in all, mounted on galleys and on shore defense turrets by the harbor." Connie replied immediately.

"Let's all move here."

"Move...... Come here? Connie was slightly stunned.

"Hmm," Jiang Feng nodded, looking at the red mist rolling like waves, "You probably have half a day to prepare for the counterattack of Sololl's curse." ”