Punk uses "microscopic probing" to carefully observe the gray silk threads on the subject's bones.

Under the illumination of the "Dancing Light Technique", the true face of the gray silk was clearly seen by the punk, and his brows were slightly raised.

"It's ............"

From a microscopic perspective, Punk sees countless strange gray cells next to each other, connected to each other to form a "gray silk" from a macroscopic perspective!

These cells are smaller than normal cells, and they have semi-energetic bodies, which are high enough to render the immune system of an ordinary person, which does not contain supernatural energy, almost useless.

Gray cells do not exchange substances through cell membranes like ordinary cells, and their "head" has a large mouth, which is full of virus-sized energy-like teeth, and looks as hideous and terrifying as a small ancient beast.

The feeding of these "cells" is also not absorption, but - hunting!

Through formal-level psychic perception, Punk can keenly perceive the strength of those microscopic teeth, and with the power contained in the semi-energetic body of the "Gray Silk Cell", it is very easy to directly devour the bone.

The most terrifying thing is that after the "gray silk cell" devours the bone and divides, it will allow itself to fill the hole in the bone, and it will also connect its own life force with the infected organism.

This ability makes it impossible for many gods to get rid of this disease, after all, in the eyes of some low-level gods, these cells are already part of the human body.

"It's a tricky disease, and I don't know how that Tishachar got it."

Punk threw away half of the bone in his hand, and he couldn't help but guess that Tishachar must have been a very intelligent spider before he went crazy because of the contamination of his faith, and that this disease was not something that could be controlled casually.

Punk also has a lot of clues about the means of transmission of this disease, thinking of the disappearance of a large number of flowers in the forest, and the sudden rise of the emerging cheap perfume chamber of commerce, which broke the monopoly of the Doc family in one fell swoop and took over almost half of the perfume market.

Obviously, the disease was first transmitted through cheap perfumes, and the inferior perfumes that were often used by ordinary people unwittingly became accomplices to the disease.

After researching the disease, the next step was to experiment with the treatment of the disease, and at this point, Punk thought of the two jars he had found from the High Priest in the spider cave.

Judging from the alchemy equipment left behind by the High Priest, it is likely that his work in the depths of the cave was to prepare certain potions, and the liquids in these two jars must be very important, and it is estimated from Punk that at least eighty percent of them may be the potions prepared by the High Priest, and no matter how bad they are, they are also important raw materials.

Placing two sealed tin cans side by side on an empty table, Punk blessed himself with three additional spell defenses, including a "spirit barrier", before using a mage's hand to open the jar in the distance.

With the crisp sound of the iron lid falling to the ground, everything in the jar is in the air.

The jar on the far left contains a tumbling dark yellow liquid, a translucent crystalline liquid that contains many energy fluctuations of faith power.

The jar on the right contains an emerald green colloidal fluid, which also acts as a semi-energetic fluid that emits a strange wave of energy similar to a magnetic field.

The punk found that on the bones that were "patronized" by the fluctuations next to them, the "gray silk cells" had a panicked "emotion", and they began to squirm their bodies in a vain attempt to escape, which was manifested in a macroscopic view, as if all the gray silk covering the bones was wriggling.

It seems that this is the antidote that Tishachar used to treat the "gray silk" disease."

Punk's heart was secretly happy, he thought that it would take him a long time to develop a suitable drug, but he didn't expect Tishachar to be so "kind" that he had already developed the drug.

However, if you think about it, this is actually normal, after all, Tishachar's purpose in unleashing the plague is to force the people to join the religion, not to carry out a terrorist massacre, and she needs to ensure that her followers live in order to gain faith.

As for the dark yellow liquid on the other side, it was obviously a means used by Tishachar to brainwash believers, and the power of faith contained in it only needed a little bit to assimilate the souls of ordinary people and devour the will that was not strong enough.

"Come to think of it, the so-called "divine water" is a brainwashing drug with healing ability that is configured together, and some ordinary water is added to it."

With the mystery of the "divine water" mastered, the punk team's plan to "open the black" and brush Tishachar is more certain, and these two potions can completely prove the identity of the cult of the Tishachar Church, and in this case, the Good God Church has every reason to strike at the Tishachar Church.

"Although most of the priests stationed in Doraise City are small characters with low strength, they are still very good as a group of pathfinder cannon fodder. ”

There was a glint in the punk's eyes, and the hapless priests in Dorez didn't know that they themselves were being used as cannon fodder by the punk, and the good work of "cannon fodder" seemed to be inescapable.

And the punk has no intention of releasing the antidote and the information of the disease, and now the chaos in Dorez City is just the right time for him to fish in troubled waters, after all............

"Legendary equipment is a must"!

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Bahange - Like all dwarves, he loves forging and wine, hates giants and elves, he is a full-fledged warrior, and now he lives in the city of Doraise for the rest of his life to protect the Hyde family for a promise when he was young, and with the passage of time, the enthusiasm for adventure has gradually fallen silent, to put it mildly, Bahange is quite satisfied with this job, and he can freely drink wine and forge weapons, in the eyes of the dwarven warriors, even in the Moradin kingdom of God is nothing more than that.

Recently, Bahange has been even happier, as he has obtained a small piece of Mithril on the black market.

This is an extremely precious alchemy metal, and it is said that it takes at least one gram (equivalent to 1.5 tons) of pure silver to refine one gram (equivalent to 1.3 grams) of Mithril, and the process is cumbersome and complicated, so the preciousness of Mithril can be seen.

The dwarf has been forging this piece of Mithril seriously for the last few months, and he wants to use this piece of Mithril to strengthen his hammer, as for those things like the plague, in Bahanger's opinion, it is completely irrelevant to him, anyway, as long as Gothra is okay, he doesn't have to worry about anything else, Bahange has always been proud that he is not a good dwarf who is nosy.

But he didn't look for gossip, but gossip found him first, and after the greedy Hutt, an uninvited guest came to visit him unexpectedly.

Just as Bahange was putting in the process of forging Mithril, in the perception of his fighting spirit, he suddenly found a slender figure with explosive power standing outside the door.

"Oh damn it, it's that idiot bothering grumpy old Bahange again, if you don't give me a reasonable explanation, I'll shove you headfirst into the forge of the forge"!

Although Bahange cursed in his mouth, he still carried a hammer to open the door, after all, the person who came was not a small minion like Hurt, but a real formal-level powerhouse.