Infinity is like a kaleidoscope of layers of continuous rotation of dreams, Fisher's soul was dragged away from reality by the huge magical power and entered the gap between the spirit world and the world, drowsy, his consciousness seemed to be constantly falling, in this long fall, he was injured by the pedestal before a little bit of sanity, and looked at the magic ring that was still on his finger and emitted a dark red light.

"Valentina!"

Then, as if he realized something, he called out Valentina's name, but no one around answered, and Fisher responded only to a sudden sense of landing.

"Bump!"

Fisher's consciousness fell like a meteor to the ground that could be touched, and as the feeling of falling disappeared, an extremely familiar feeling came over him, similar to the last time he entered the dream with Valentina in the camp, his soul was once again detached from his body, but unlike that time, this dream made him feel very real.

As soon as he fell to the ground, his nostrils were instantly occupied by an extremely strong stench, which rushed straight to his brain, and even Fisher felt a little sick to his stomach.

"Hey..."

"Ahh

"It hurts..."

Fisher gasped for a moment, then barely stood up, only to see a large expanse of dead bodies, whether alive or dead, piled together.

The corpses were dressed in the same style of clothing that the Schwali had worn a hundred years ago, men, women, children, and people of all occupations were simply piled together, and through the cracks of the mutilated bodies of the dead, the dying moans of the dying, Fisher could clearly see that all of them were not human.

The swollen pustules that grew abruptly on the body were like demons that knocked on the bones and sucked the marrow, turning the originally slender and beautiful woman into a skeleton wrapped in foul-smelling thick water, and the extreme pain stimulated the fragile nerves of human beings, causing them to dig their nails deep into the thin and fragile skin like madness, and from the wound came a thick black blood flowed out.

This is... Dead rot?

Fisher frowned and covered his mouth and nose, and the horrific images around him were little by little, and Schwali's clothes and the distorted and deformed scene of the disease reminded him of the great plague recorded in the history books—dead rot.

Around Fisher, the corpses were piled up like hills, and the moans echoed with each other like the lamentations of this side of the world, and the pus like a river continued to flow and gather on the corpses, dyeing the land of Schwali a mixture of bright red and pitch black, and the flames lit by the lamp oil could not incinerate the corpses as quickly as they were piled up on the wagons and pulled here, and even the originally tall horses were tormented by the disease, and kept spitting black pus from their mouths.

The sky was dark, and the black clouds that were like fish scales did not reveal the glimmer of the sun, but only showed a trace of scarlet, and the stench in the air mixed with some water vapor made the place stuffy and hot, and people hated to stay for a second.

Fisher looked around vigilantly, in his hand, a little magic heraldic formalis, this is the method he thought of when he studied the killer dream magic before, the magic directly constructed in the dream is very heavy on the soul, but if the corresponding magic materials are constructed, and then repeat the engraving process in the mind, you can quickly engrave a usable magic in your hands at a relatively low cost.

But the premise of this is that you must be very familiar with the process and theory of constructing this magic, and you must not make mistakes and pause in the idea in your head, otherwise it will directly lead to the failure of the magic engraving and draining the mana.

Fisher warmed his hands, slowly starting to practice the magic of the low ring as he walked, as he hadn't been in it since the last time he had been with Valentina.

"Help... Help me... Doctor..."

Just as Fisher was vigilantly walking forward slowly, his right leg was suddenly grabbed by a small hand, and his childhole shrank, and he subconsciously wanted to raise his foot to break free, but when he looked down, next to the pile of corpses beside him, a little girl whose face was covered with dead rotten pustules and could not see her original image at all was breathing hard, staring at Fisher who was about to walk in front of her with cloudy eyes that only one remained.

"Help... Good... It hurts..."

There was a lot of black pus and blood on her hands, I don't know if it was her own or someone else who had died long ago, she dragged Fisher weakly, obviously with little force, her eyes that had been squeezed into almost a slit still shone faintly to survive.

"Medical... Ahem..."

The magic in Fisher's hand dissipated little by little, and she opened her mouth just to say something, but the girl's hand holding her pants had been put down a little weakly, following the traces of her finger falling, the pus and blood flowed out a long mark on the trouser leg, she still had her eyes open but no longer breathing, and the mouth that just wanted to say something was immediately occupied by wisps of cloudy pus and blood, and became a member of the beings in this huge Shura purgatory.

Fisher knew that what appeared in front of his eyes now was only an illusion constructed by dream magic, but he still inevitably sighed, because since the scenes here can appear in dreams, then it also means that there are people here who have actually seen these images, otherwise the dream world cannot be constructed, just like the pale that Valentina saw in her dream.

Fisher looked at the young life that had died in the crowd, and slowly stood up and continued onward, and soon saw a rare man still walking among the piles of people taller than the mountain.

It was several men in heavy black robes, horses and cattle were sick, and there were no more animals to push the sick who were sent in for destruction, so they had to push the cart with dozens of corpses by manpower.

These people in black robes are very uniform in appearance, wearing a heavy black robe that is extremely hot in this weather, you don't need to think about it, you can know, just standing in this thing in the summer at this time, you will immediately sweat profusely, and it is very difficult to breathe, but these black robes are only the most basic things for these people.

Even more emblematic were the rudimentary masks on their heads, which seemed to be made of some kind of leather product, with long, slender beak-like masks spreading out from the black robes they were wearing, and a pair of glasses-like lenses embedded in the openings of the eyes, radiating the exhaustion and pain of those hiding beneath these masks.

On top of their black robes, on their chests, there was a nameplate with the name of the man usually written in Swali script, followed by his hometown, and below the nameplate, a slender sword was drawn on the head of a dying snake.

Remember, in the creation myth of the Mother Goddess, she rescued a wounded rabbit, and after eating the apple that the rabbit received, she had a "human" child, in fact, in this story full of religious metaphors, the real human is the wounded rabbit.

The rabbit was injured because it was bitten by a poisonous snake in the forest, and the poisonous snake represents suffering and disease in the teachings of the Mother Goddess, so it was so symbolic that the emperor killed the giant snake when Schwali founded the country, because it meant that the suffering of the Swali people who were enslaved and oppressed would end.

In other words, there is a sign of inserting a sharp sword into the head of a poisonous snake, which also reveals the identity of these people in front of him...

They were all doctors who had sworn before the teachings of the Mother Goddess and swore to use all their knowledge to fight disease and suffering.

There is very little mention of the Schwally epidemic in Nari's history books, because it was because of the epidemic that interrupted Schwali's attack on Nari and brought him back to the negotiating table from the brink of extinction.

Looking at the doctors in front of him coughing and transporting corpses, Fisher frowned without saying a word, because those rudimentary medical masks could not resist the attack of the terrible dead rot, and the doctors who were fighting on the front line faced an extremely high risk of infection, even if their lives and knowledge were exhausted, in the face of such a terrible epidemic, all they could do was to incinerate countless corpses.

"Ahem..."

A doctor pushing a cart coughed in pain and fell to the ground, while the doctors who were pushing the cart next to him seemed to be numb, and threw the fallen and dying doctor onto the cart, still among the piles of corpses, dousing oil and silently watching the fragile flames burn the corpses.

And it was at this time that Fisher discovered that the name tags on the chests of all these doctors were the same name, that is,

"Torga Dareel"

Fisher frowned and walked forward, past the largest mountain of corpses in front of him, past the stench carried by the summer heat, and suddenly he saw a man dressed very similar to the doctor in front of him, holding a notebook, collecting the pus secreted by the dead rot patients in some kind of container.

Fisher paused slightly, watching the doctor in a heavy bird's beak mask with a little red hair leaking out of his black robe running through the plagued area, and he watched the doctor study day after day, relentlessly fiddling with corpses in a world full of corpse stench and pus.

"Huhu~"

A fishy wind blew, and papers and drafts, and experimental proofs smeared with Schwali's words poured in, and the bloodstained manuscript paper was covered with the time and years of the dream lake, and Fisher pinched many of the original manuscripts scattered among them, and saw only the conclusion, but there were many more, and there were many more and more, and there were many more that he did not see the process witnessed by the repeated death and the devastated earth that he witnessed day after day.

"The Origin of Dead Rot I: The Theory of the Source of Magic"

"The Origin of Dead Rot II. The Hypothesis of the Origin of the Schwali Longtail Rat"

"Introduction to the Origin of Dead Rot Bacteria"

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"Introduction to Dead Rot Control"

"An Antagonistic Study of Secondary Secretions and Pathogens of Schwalikasi Grass: A Failed Theory"

"The False Theory of Propagation Suppression"

"A Letter of Request for Protective Equipment for Frontline Medical Personnel"

"A Discussion on the Manufacture of Preservatives"

"Torga's Theory of De-Corruption"

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Drifting in the wind were carefully structured papers, filled with dense experimental records and research reports, and every single word on them was written by a doctor named "Torga Dalair".

The bloodstained and pus-stained manuscript paper flowed past Fisher's fingertips, and he moved forward step by step, one after another more bizarre images were imprinted into his eyes.

He saw the decomposing churches made of living sick people and bones, he saw a skeletal and abominable church member reciting the Genesis Sutra with coughing dead rot patients, he saw closed noble fortresses, he saw sun knights charging in flesh with spears and cannons, but the horses under the feet of those knights were all deformed flesh and blood, and the ground they trampled on was also a prostrate patient...

Silent pacing followed one after another, until all the noise had faded away, and Fisher saw at the end of the road a strange gentleman dressed in black leather and wearing a bird's beak mask that seemed to be set on his face, with his back to him, without the name tag or the doctor's sign of the sword piercing the serpent's head.

In front of the quiet back of Fisher, who was quite familiar and wary, was a large, broken statue of the Mother Goddess, the upper part of which had been shattered, symbolizing the sight of the Mother Goddess's loving sight, and before the statue of the Mother Goddess was a huge cross, on which was nailed a red-haired girl dressed in sackcloth, who lowered her gaze and had a pious smile on her lips, and was crucified before the statue of the Mother Goddess.

Fisher finally recognized that the silent black figure standing in front of the cross was no longer part of the dream, but a real Earwind.

But looking at Earwind, who was as quiet as a statue, just looking at the cross in front of him, Fisher hesitated for a moment, but still spoke,

"Tolga..."

Earwind's body heard Fisher's voice behind him, and he didn't deny it or look back, just looked at the peaceful girl crucified in front of him, and then spoke,

"Fisher, you are really a genius, all the media in the gap between the spirit world and reality are a collection of subconscious and soul, the magic power consumed by ordinary construction of magic must be an astronomical amount, you can actually disassemble the engraving of magic layer by layer, and then finally assemble it together to take effect, although this idea is simple, but it is difficult to complete."

The fact that Earwin was able to say this means that he was immediately aware of the nature of the place and was able to give a definitive conclusion about the phenomena that had taken place as soon as he entered the crack, and that he would soon discover that it was incapable of constructing life and complex objects.

Both of them are extremely intelligent scholars, even if they are enemies of each other, but after seeing the dense manuscript paper just now, Fisher still admires the intelligence and tenacity of the person in front of him.

"False praise... Hundreds of years ago, before you even observed the creation of magic, you were able to deduce the true source and transmission of dead rot, and you also discovered the inhibitory effect of Cassie's secondary derivatives on dead rot bacteria. And, at that time, you hadn't yet received the Life Completion Manual. What I'm doing is nothing compared to that..."

Yes, Tolgar didn't get the help of the finishing manual as an exceptional prop at that time, he was like those thousands of bird's beak doctors who fell on the front line, wearing a simple bird's beak mask and corpses that could not be burned every day to fight against the ubiquitous disease, and summed up the nature and laws of death and rot, and created a [universal medicine] that can still be used today...

"Oh, the Secretary of Magic also praised me like this, she told me that in their world, such a drug will not be designed by humans until hundreds of years later, she called me an absolute genius, and personally gave me the notes left by the previous Secretary of Life for study..."

Earwind didn't move, just looked at the quiet red-haired girl crucified in front of him, he seemed to want to touch the girl in front of him, but he couldn't lift his hand by the harsh smile on her face,

"Genius... You know, Fisher, genius is the least tolerated thing for human beings, and in this world, only the high-ranking people of genius have always been compatible with each other, and there will never be any upward touch from all beings below, because misfit is the most disgusting thing for all beings. ”

"Our family is devout Mother Goddess, and my sister is even greater. I followed the guidance of Mother God and embarked on the path of medicine, trying to use my meager knowledge to save the people in the world who were suffering from diseases. And whenever I see you, a famous magical genius, I think of my sister, who is born with greater magical powers than ordinary people, and has a far greater perception of the echoes of the world than ordinary people, and she is very likely to become a rare magic master in the history of Schwali like you. ”

"It wasn't until that year that war broke out and death rot was rife that I and countless doctors were called to go into the epidemic area to fight death rot. I have seen too much suffering tormented by death and rot, I have seen towns halved in a single day, I have seen piles of corpses higher than mountains, I have seen famous medical masters crushed by epidemics, and I have seen the vast knowledge of a lifetime spilled on the earth with pus and blood. ”

"I have never given up on all this, and I have tried again and again to innovate, to research, to try to use my limited knowledge to exhaust the infinite diseases, and to return peace to the hometown where I live."

"Boom!"

In the sky, dark, fish-scale-shaped dark clouds collided with each other, until the scarlet sky light was pulled by the force to form an extremely obvious thunderclap,

But countless corpses and sacrifices were lost in exchange for nothing, and Schwally continued to wage war after war in disease-ridden lands, and infected soldiers carried the disease that could have been controlled farther away; The church we believe in, which originally led believers to be strong, whipped the weak lives and squeezed their flesh and blood to build a large number of decorrupted churches; The castles of the nobles were closed, their fancy clothes were thrown away in their bookcases, and even if the food was spoiled, they would not be given to others, because if they made a single opening, the crazy people would eat it with them. ”

"Ignorance and madness never stopped me, I blocked out the eyes and ears, believing that if I could find a cure, all this madness would end. But the madness driven by desire has not diminished at all, the bishops have drawn money in the name of 'sacrificing the bladeless knights', insulting a young girl who has survived the epidemic in the name of 'hunting witches', and the men who have been tormented by hunger and disease are once again drawn into the battlefield by Schwali..."

"The enemies we have fought all our lives have become in the blink of an eye the revelation of their gratitude, the 'Bladeless Knights' of the Mother Goddess worthy of praise, and all the people we have protected have become in the blink of an eye the slaves they exploit and exploit, the animals they take and want, the animals they trample under their feet..."

Fisher looked at the girl crucified, and suddenly understood that it was not a good thing for a person to have superior magical talents in those days, because of the extremely similar nature to the witch race, many of them died, and the girl in front of Tolgar should be one of them,

"Fisher, aren't you curious, what kind of favor do I owe to Elizabeth Yin to let me help her like this in Nari?"

"The conditions for entering the church are harsh, even though my sister has been dead for hundreds of years because of that madness, even though her name as a devout mother goddess has been darkened, she is still saddled with the trumped-up charge of being executed for resisting rape... None of Kado, Schwali, or even those small countries had a church where she could officially go to sleep on the throne of the Mother Goddess, and Elizabeth Yin gave me that opportunity. ”

In the sky, the thunder sounded again, and the heaviest wetness of the cold wind was about to converge into drops of liquid, washing towards the earth.

"Tick-tock..."

Fisher moved his nose, but only smelled a strong fishy smell, he raised his hand to look, but saw that the raindrops in the sky fell on his hands but left a touch of bright red like blood, he raised his eyes to look, only to find that this piece of heaven and earth has been dyed red by endless blood.

It's raining...

"Over the course of a long time, I have come to realize that the cause of so much suffering is not death rot, not war, not Elisabeth, not Blake... but ignorance. This is the attribute engraved in the nature of fragile human beings, how times change, how the world changes, ignorance still drives human beings to make mistakes again and again..."

"I do not mean to kneel to beings higher than us, even gods, but I must climb, as they sang in the calamity, to whip and correct their faults, and to guide them not to make mistakes with the truth of wisdom..."

Standing in the midst of the rain of blood, Earwin stood in front of the cross where his sister's body hung as he had been a hundred years ago, looking up at the rain, the Mother Goddess did not respond to his confusion, but let the merciless rain lap on the beak mask that had witnessed his salvation, until the mask was inlaid on his face inch by inch, inch by inch, until it could never be taken off again.

Fisher's feet, the mountains of corpses and the sea of blood behind him, the large and small pus behind him, the enemies that Earwynd fought against and the compatriots he sheltered, all flowed into Earwind's quietly standing body in front of him at this moment, along with the heavy blood on the ground, accompanied by the rain and thunder that continued to fall from the sky.

It was only at this moment that Fisher suddenly realized that the sights he had seen before were not constructed by dreams at all, but were all part of Elwind's soul!

"Boom!"

In the distance, above the heavenly dome, thunder and rain mingled, as the pious servants under the throne of the loving Mother God sang,

"Under the loving gaze of the Mother Goddess, your white shawl is stained with a burning wind."

"Without the whipping of the blade, the purity of the soul is washed with the testimony of death."

"The child who is being punished is so ignorant that he can't tell whether you are poisonous or an antidote."

"Ah, revered Mother Goddess Emissary, pure white and immaculate Bladeless Knight!!"

The ignorant believer's hymn to death and rot gradually became high, and at the same time, the countless specific amounts of flesh and blood were all merged into Earwind's body, and his original illusory soul became extremely solid, even if he was outside the world, he still produced a sense of reality that the divine soul was gradually united, and this was also the proof that Erwin was only one step away from the mythical rank.

The whole of Erwind's dream was completely white and blemish, as if the filthy, disgusting flesh and dead rot had never existed, and in his dream there were only two simple things, the cross in front of him with his sister's body nailed, and the broken statue of the head that had been half damaged after the cross, so that one could not see the loving sight of the Mother Goddess.

Earwind stood so thin in front of the cross until a little white mantle, as if made of the purest splendor in the world, grew inch by inch from behind him.

"In order to seek the truth and get rid of human ignorance, I should give up ethics and morality, social structure, my body, my name, and my past as a human being, and turn what I have gained and what I think into the path of the future..."

"Only strength can correct ignorance, only reason can restrain desire..."

Dressed in pure white against the storm and thunder, Earwin turned his head a little, empty-handed, without any tangible blades or weapons, but quietly gazed at Fisher in front of him like an apocalypse from the mother goddess.

The enemy in front of him has no original name, but has been given a noble name because of its raging terror and the ignorance of its believers.

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In desperation, they sang and praised the relentless plague, ridiculously believing that it was a messenger sent by the Mother God to punish her dear child...

He was, the white bladeless knight, Earwinder.

"Fisher, it's just us, come on."

“......”

Fisher didn't say a word, and the magic in his hand became brighter and brighter, until the magic ring he constructed rose little by little, bursting into an extremely dangerous color.

"Whoa~"

The sound of fluttering along the white cloak, the next second, the sky and the earth were already colorless.