The shadow of chaos touched a little in his hometown, like a drop of ink falling into a glass of clear water.

Maybe the water won't change much in a short time, but if the ink is allowed to keep dripping, it's only a matter of time before the water becomes cloudy and black.

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Wan Boqian drove around the city for most of the time, and finally bought all the things that Lu Ming had to want, and when she rushed back to the hospital, it was almost noon, she thought to herself that the two masters of S-level and A-level did not look like people who would call delivery, so she ran to buy two hearty lunches and returned to the ward specially arranged for them in the hospital.

She didn't have any psychological burden on herself from a branch commissioner to a handyman, anyway, the S-class didn't call herself to warm the bed.

Lu Mingfei frowned slightly, expressing some dissatisfaction with Wan Boqian's efficiency, and then did not waste time, and directly took the bag containing several large rolls of parchment paper in her hand.

In Wan Boqian's puzzled gaze, Chu Zihang used Mura Yu as a cutter to cut the parchment into long strips, while Lu Mingfei took the classical quill she bought from a European luxury collectible store with all her hard work, dipped in gold powder ink, that is, the ink used in the golden fonts on the Spring Festival couplets, writing something very seriously.

[In view of the general environment,

Could it be that the Spring Festival was approaching, and the S-level suddenly became brilliant and poetic, and decided to make a big ...... Ah, with a wave of the pen, write a couplet with your own hands as a medical fee to this hospital?

As for whether the S-level Mobao is worth anything, that's another matter, this hospital has a cooperation with the Kassel Academy, and all the expenses incurred are reimbursed by the academy, after all, the soldiers who bleed on the dragon slaying battlefield can't still collect other people's medical expenses when they come back to heal, right?

But she soon discovered that Lu Mingfei's writing on parchment was not within her linguistic cognition, and that it was mixed with all kinds of strange symbols.

After the completion of more than a dozen of these parchment tapes filled with unknown words and symbols, Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang started together, wrapping these tapes around Chu Tianjiao's body and hospital bed again and again.

This is not over, Lu Mingfei took the village rain and skillfully cut the remaining parchment into slender strips and continued to write the emperor's proverbs on it, Chu Zihang held a few pieces of fire wax with a serious face, the temperature in the ward was obviously rising sharply, and after Lu Mingfei finished writing, the sticky and hot wax mud was poured directly from Chu Zihang's palm, and Wan Boqian's heart was shocked.

The golden seal in Lu Mingfei's hand left skull drawings on the bright red hot wax mud, and pasted the freshly baked purity mark directly on Chu Tianjiao's body and bed.

The bright and airy ward felt weird in an instant, and the visual impact brought by the strong religious atmosphere seemed to remind people of those zombie films in Hong Kong.

This scene also reminded Wan Boqian of a munified Yin that she had seen when she went to the Egypt branch for an internship in her senior year, whose bloodline identity was likely to be a certain fifth-generation species of the dragon clan, and the linen bandage wrapped around it was covered with black and complicated alchemy spells.

….

I didn't expect S-level and A-level to have this kind of skill, and it was not for nothing that the rumors on the forum before that S-level were an out-and-out fanatic.

"Deal with everything as soon as possible, and we'll take your father back to the Holy Blood Hall as soon as it's done."

Lu Mingfei glanced at Chu Tianjiao, who was surrounded by the emperor's proverbs and purity marks, this kind of protection should be able to work—but it was also impossible to say, after all, the suppression of spiritual power in the real world was quite severe.

"Goo-goo-goo"

Lu Mingfei's stomach began to ring, he hadn't eaten since he entered the Nibelungen last night, and the half-breed body was reminding him that it was time to replenish his nutrition.

Astarte does not need to stop to eat and drink during a long period of fighting, and the power armor contains a self-replenishing high-energy liquid food storehouse, which can be used to maintain Astarte's metabolism without spending extra time eating.

"It's nothing, I just have to spend more effort explaining it to my mother." Chu Zihang's expression was calm.

"Well, only to put all heresy and reconcile

Alien purification, this world and the people you hold dear will not be harmed in any way."

Lu Mingfei gulped down the potato and beef rice bowl that had become a little warm and comforted Chu Zihang.

He does not reject feelings.

Affection is a precious thing, and what most Astartes consider superfluous and weak emotions are always a reminder to the weepers of why they are wearing this armor and what their real responsibilities are.

And a few ruthless Astarte warbands will even join the range of artillery fire on the enemy, along with mortals and friendly troops, and take it for granted that all this is true.

After Chu Zihang left, the lunch that he originally bought for him also went into Lu Mingfei's stomach, but it was only a drop in the bucket compared to last night's consumption, so Wan Boqian continued to go downstairs in front of the maid to buy food for the S-class.

On the way, the nurse of the hospital came in with a nutrient solution bottle and planned to hang it for Chu Tianjiao, and then when she saw those things on the hospital bed, her face was pale and strange, and she almost didn't run out to call the police, but fortunately, Wan Boqian rushed back in time with ten rice bowls to stop it and explain the situation to the hospital.

Just as Lu Mingfei was enjoying the seventh donburi, his mobile phone rang, prompting him to have a new message.

When I lit up the screen, I saw that the person who wrote was Eva:

"Honorable Warband Leader, I have collected some suspicious information records in your city, related to dragon alchemy."

Eva's information collection efficiency is strong - this has been demonstrated in Japan, Eva collects information to confirm the location, and Lu Mingfei is responsible for leading the team to clear the field.

"Specifics." Lu Mingfei replied.

If it was just ordinary smuggling of alchemy items, then it would be handed over to the academy branch to take care of, and now his primary purpose was to escort Chu Tianjiao to the Holy Blood Pavilion as soon as possible.

"'Mortal Blood, there is such a thing in the merchant circles of this city, it is said that if you take it, you can greatly extend your life, and even reach eternal life. In the eyes of ordinary people, this kind of information is 'fake at a glance, but the merchants firmly believe in it.'"

"Either 'the blood of the mortal is real, or the person who proposes it is quite convincing. Either way, I think this kind of behavior is ...... to you, Commander."

….

"Heresy."

Lu Ming replied by pressing the keyboard quickly without his thumb.

Extend life and live forever.

These two words have a great allure for human beings, especially the upper classes, regardless of the age and place.

For ordinary people, prolonging life is just a few more decades of work, and immortality is working hundreds or thousands of years more to buy a villa, but for those who hold wealth and power, even if the word "eternal life" is only one percent likely, they are willing to pay the determination and money to make up for the remaining 99 percent.

Lu Mingfei has encountered many such situations, some of the pleasure-hungry planet governors try to prolong their lives by various means, and when they indulge in the joy of "eternal life", the power of blasphemy has spread.

He himself had killed a planetary governor with a blaster, his body visibly swollen and green, and the power of the Lord of Plague filled the Governor's Palace, unbeknownst to the Governor and his servants.

"And where are they now?" Lu Mingfei put down the lunch box.

"It's uncertain yet, because the Kassel Academy has signed a pact with the Orthodox that I can't directly interfere in the affairs of the hybrids here."

"I didn't sign that thing, keep checking."

"But you still belong to the Kassel Academy under the Secret Party. I suggest that you contact Headmaster Angers first, and communicate with you and me to have some authority to continue the investigation in the territory - I think the Orthodox family should also be aware of the information about 'Mortal Blood'."

"Then I'll go to them myself and purify them by the way."

Lu Mingfei picked up the lunch box and continued to pick up the rice, he directly acquiesced that this matter was the work of the Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Changes.

If this was the case, it was worth putting aside the matter of sending Chu Tianjiao to the Holy Blood Pavilion for the time being, in order to purify the chaotic power

is the primary core.

"Okay, I'll do my best to help you with intelligence."

"Hmm. When I return to the Academy, I will have Brother Fingal bring you the Emperor's Proverb and the Mark of Purity to protect you."

Lu Mingfei said that in the face of the power of the Lord of All Changes, everything must be very careful, maybe the next time the other party will deliberately leak information to pollute Eva who gathers intelligence.

It was a loss he could not accept.

"Is that the religious object on that Mr. Chu Tianjiao? I have not been able to find any of the languages on the earth in the known language database of the earth."

Lu Mingfei glanced at the camera in the corner and knew that Eva was watching from the other side of the Pacific Ocean:

"Yes, the Emperor's sacred proverbs and the mark of purity should protect you from unknown blasphemous forces."

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