Asian Girl Completion Manual.

In the infinite kaleidoscope-like layers of endlessly rotating 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. In a drowsy state, his consciousness As if falling continuously, during this long fall, his sanity, which had been injured by the pedestal before, recovered little by little, and he looked at the ring of the magician still wearing a dark red light on his finger with difficulty.

"Valentina!"

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

"bump!"

Fisher's consciousness fell like a shooting star on the touchable ground. As the feeling of falling disappeared, an extremely familiar feeling came to his heart, and it was the same as the last time he was in the camp with Valentina. The feeling when entering the dream is very similar, his soul is out of the body again, but different from that time, this dream feels very real to him.

As soon as he fell to the ground, his nasal cavity was instantly occupied by an extremely strong stench, and the strong stench rushed straight into his brain, making even Fisher feel a little nauseous.

"Hey"

"what!"

"pain"

Fisher gasped for a moment, then stood up with barely enough support, and what caught his eyes was a large number of dead bodies piled together, regardless of whether they were dead or alive.

"Boom!"

These dead bodies are all dressed in the style of clothing worn by the Swali people a hundred years ago. Men, women, old and children, and people of various professions are simply piled together in this way, through the gaps in the mutilated bodies of the dead, and the dying Moaning on the deathbed, Fisher clearly saw that all of those people were ugly.

Fischer started warmly, and slowly practiced from the low-ring magic as he walked, because he hadn't entered here since the last time with Valentina.

"Study on the Resistance of Schwalikasi Grass Secondary Excretions and Pathogenic Bacteria · Failure"

"Huh~"

But the premise of doing this is that you must be very familiar with the process and theory of constructing this magic, and the idea in your mind must not make mistakes or stop, otherwise it will directly lead to the failure of the magic engraving and the magic power will be drained.

"In order to explore the truth and get rid of human ignorance, I should give up ethics, social structure, human body, name, and past, and turn what I have and what I think into the road of the future."

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

"I don't mean to kneel to beings higher than us, even gods, but I must climb, to whip and correct their faults with the whip, to correct their faults with the wise truth, as they sang in disaster. To guide them from making mistakes."

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

A doctor pushing the cart fell to the ground coughing in pain, while the doctors pushing the cart beside him seemed numb, and threw the dying doctor onto the cart, and they were still in the same room together. Among the piles of corpses, poured oil, silently watching the fragile flame burn those corpses.

In desperation, they sang and praised this merciless plague, absurdly thinking that it was a messenger sent by the mother god to punish her dear child.
He is, the White Bladeless Knight, Erwynd.

Fisher paused for a while, watching the doctor wearing a thick beak mask and a little bit of red hair leaking from the black robe kept running in the epidemic area. He watched the doctor study day after day, Unremittingly playing with the corpse in the world full of corpse odor and pus.

"Neither ignorance nor madness have stopped me. I blocked the audiovisual, firmly believing that as long as I can research the antidote, all this madness will end. But the madness driven by desire has not weakened at all. In the name of "Bladeless Knight" he sucked money, and in the name of "Hunting Witches" he insulted a girl who survived the disease with great difficulty. The man who was tortured by hunger and disease was once again pulled by Shivali to attack the outside world. battlefield"

"Help me, doctor"

"But in exchange for countless corpses and sacrifices, there is nothing. Schwari still wages wars one after another on the land where diseases are bred. The strong church of the believers flogged the weak lives, squeezed their flesh and blood to build a large number of churches for detoxification; the castles of the nobles were closed, and the luxurious clothes were thrown in the bookcase even if they were broken. To the others, because one opening and the mad populace will eat them with them."

"Genius. You know, Fisher, genius is the most unacceptable thing for human beings. In this world, only the high-ranking geniuses have always been compatible downwards, and there will never be any living beings below. The most disgusting thing."

"The conditions for entering the church's deep sleep are harsh. Even though my sister has died for hundreds of years because of that madness, even if her name as a devout believer of the Mother Goddess has faded, she still bears the unreasonable burden of being executed for resisting rape. The crime cannot enter the church. Kadu, Shivalli, and even those small countries have never had a church that can officially accommodate her to sleep under the throne of the mother goddess, and Elizabeth gave me this opportunity."

Fisher frowned and moved forward, passing the largest mountain of corpses in front of him, and the stench carried by the hot summer wind. In the scene before him, he suddenly saw a man dressed very similar to the doctor in front holding a The book is using some kind of container to collect the pus secreted by the dead rot patients.

"Boom!"

A gust of wind blew by, papers, drafts, and experimental proofs smeared with Schwali's words rushed in, and the blood-stained manuscript paper was covered by the blurred time and years in the dream, and Fisher pinched it There are a lot of original manuscripts scattered, only the conclusion can be seen, but there are more, more, and more processes that are witnessed by the death that repeats day after day, and the scarred land that is witnessed day after day, that he has not seen.

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

In front of the familiar and vigilant quiet back of Fisher is a huge and broken statue of the goddess. The upper part of the statue's head has been broken, and the sight that symbolizes the mother's love has disappeared invisible. There is no trace, and in front of the statue of the goddess is a huge cross, on which a red-haired girl dressed in sackcloth is nailed. Crucified before the statue of the Mother Goddess.

"Introduction to Prevention and Control of Dead Rot Disease"

Looking at the girl crucified on the cross, Fisher suddenly understood that it was not a good thing for a person to have a superior magical talent in that era, because many of them were very similar to the nature of the witch species. People died unexpectedly, and the girl in front of Tolga should be one of them.

What is more iconic is the simple masks that these people wear on their heads, which seem to be made of some kind of leather products. The long, slender masks like beaks spread out from the black robes they wear. The openings of the eyes are inlaid with a pair of glasses-like lenses, which greatly radiate the fatigue and pain of the people hiding under these masks.

"The punished child is ignorant, unable to tell whether you are a poison or an antidote."

"A letter of appeal for protective supplies for front-line medical personnel"

Erwende stood in front of the cross like that, until a little bit of white cloak, which seemed to be composed of the purest brilliance in the world, grew inch by inch from his back.

These people in black robes are very uniform in appearance. They are dressed in thick black robes that are extremely hot in this weather. You can know it without thinking about it. Just wearing this thing and standing in the summer of Shivali at this time, you will immediately be covered in big clothes. Khan, even breathing is very difficult, but these black robes are only the most basic things for these people.

He saw decomposing churches piled up with living patients and bones, and he saw a church member with a skeleton shape and a hideous face leading a coughing dead and rotten patient to recite the Genesis, He saw the closed noble fortresses, and he saw the sun knights charging through the flesh and blood holding long spears and cannons, but the horses under the knights' feet were all deformed flesh and blood, and the ground they stepped on was also the same. A crawling patient.
During the silent pacing, strange scenes followed one after another, until all the noise was gone, Fisher saw a man in black leather at the end of the road, wearing a pair of clothes that seemed to be inlaid on his head. A strange gentleman with a bird's beak mask on his face, his back is facing himself, there is no name tag on his body, and there is no doctor's logo with a giant sword piercing the head of a giant snake.

"Crash~"

Erwende remained motionless, just looking at the quiet red-haired girl who was crucified on the cross in front of him. He seemed to want to touch the girl in front of him, but he couldn't lift his hand because of the harsh smile on her face.

"Introduction to the source of dead rot disease dead rot bacteria"

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

The chants of the ignorant believers praising the death and rot disease gradually became high-spirited. At the same time, the innumerable and specific numbers of flesh and blood all merged into Erwende's body, and his originally illusory soul became extremely solid. Even if he is free from the world, he still has a physical sense of the gradual unity of spirit and soul, and this is also the proof that Erwende is only one step away from the mythical rank.

"Until that year when wars broke out and death rot was rampant, countless doctors and I were called into the epidemic area to fight against death rot. I have seen too many sufferings tortured by death rot, and I have seen people who were halved in just one day Towns and cities, I have seen piles of corpses higher than mountains, and I have seen famous medical masters crushed by the plague, and the rich knowledge of a lifetime is sprinkled on the earth in pus and blood."

The pure white cloak fluttered against the storm and thunder. Erwende turned his head a little bit. He was empty-handed and did not carry any tangible blades or weapons, but quietly watched the eyes like the apocalypse of the mother god. Fisher came.

Under Fisher's feet, the mountains of corpses and the sea of ​​blood behind him, the large or small pus behind him, the enemies Erwende fought against and the compatriots he sheltered, at this moment, all followed the thick and thick ground on the ground. The blood, along with the rain and thunder falling from the sky, all flowed into Erwende's body standing quietly in front of him.

The entire dream of Erwende became completely white and flawless, as if those dirty, disgusting flesh and dead rot had never existed. In his dream, there were only two simple things, which were the nail in front of him. The cross holding his sister's dead body, and the broken statue behind the cross whose head was half damaged so that people could not see the loving gaze of the mother goddess.

There were several people wearing thick black robes. The horses and cattle were sick. There were no animals to push the patients who were continuously sent for destruction, so they had to use human power to push the pile of dozens of corpses. Push the cart forward.

"Trial Discussion on the Origin of Dead Rot II. The Hypothesis of the Variation of Schwali's Long-tailed Rat"

Fischer looked around vigilantly. In his hand, a little bit of the magic emblem took shape. This was the method he thought of when he was studying the killer dream magic before. Constructing the formed magic directly in the dream would consume a lot of soul. It is heavy, but if you construct the corresponding magic materials and repeat the engraving process in your mind, you can quickly engrave a usable magic in your hands at a relatively low cost.

Both of them are extremely intelligent scholars. Even though they are enemies, after seeing the densely packed manuscripts just now, Fisher still admires the intelligence and tenacity of the person in front of him.
"Muzzan. Hundreds of years ago, you were able to deduce the real source and transmission route of dead rot even when you didn't even observe magic, and you also discovered that the secondary derivatives of kasi grass are harmful to death. The inhibitory effect of rot fungus. And, at that time, you didn't get the life completion manual. In comparison, what I did was nothing at all."

The reason why the rabbit was injured was because it was bitten by a poisonous snake in the forest, and the poisonous snake represented suffering and disease in the teachings of the mother goddess. Therefore, when Shivali founded the country, the emperor killed the giant snake It is so symbolic, because it represents the end of the suffering of the Swali people being enslaved and oppressed.

On top of their black robes, at the position on the chest, there is first a nameplate with Shiwali characters written on it, usually the name of the person is written on it, followed by his hometown, and under the nameplate, a picture is drawn. A long, slender sword was thrust into the head of a dying snake.

Erwende's ability to say this also means that he immediately sensed the nature of the place and was able to draw conclusions about what happened after he just entered the crack, so he must be able to discover it soon Life and complex objects cannot be constructed here.

Around Fisher, corpses piled up like hills everywhere, and the groans echoed like the mourning song of the world. Pus like a river flowed and gathered on the corpses, staining the land of Shivali. It became an unknown color mixed with bright red and pitch black. No matter how the flame ignited by lamp oil burned the corpses, the corpses were piled up on the carriage and pulled here. Even the originally tall horses were tortured by this disease. He spat out black pus from his mouth.

Looking at the doctors who were coughing and consigning the corpses, Fisher frowned without saying a word, because those simple medical masks could not resist the attack of the terrible dead rot, and the doctors fighting on the front line faced Faced with a very high risk of contracting the disease, even if their lives and knowledge were exhausted, in the face of such a terrifying epidemic, all they could do was burn countless corpses.

There was a lot of black pus and blood on her hands, whether it was her own or those of other people around her who had died long ago, she just dragged Fisher weakly like this, obviously with little force, her hand was already squeezed The eyes that were squeezed into almost a slit still shone with a faint light of survival.

The swollen pustules that grow suddenly on the body are like a demon that knocks the bone and sucks the marrow, turning the originally slender and beautiful woman into a skeleton wrapped in foul-smelling thick water. The extreme pain stimulates the fragile nerves of human beings, making them go crazy. The nail pierced deeply into the thin and fragile skin, and thick and black blood flowed from the wound.

"Ah, respected Messenger of the Mother Goddess, the pure white and flawless bladeless knight!!"

Do you still remember that in the myth of the creation of the mother god, she saved a wounded little rabbit, and after eating the apple given by the rabbit, she had a child of "human being". In fact, in this religious world In the metaphorical story, the real human being is the injured rabbit.

Also standing in the rain of blood all over the sky, Erwende stood in front of the cross where his sister's body was hanging, looking up at the heavy rain just like a hundred years ago. The beak mask that had witnessed him saving the common people was slapped by the merciless rain, until the mask was inlaid on his face bit by bit, and it could no longer be removed.

"."

But looking at Erwende who was as quiet as a statue, just looking at the cross in front of him, Fisher hesitated for a moment, and then said,
"Torga"

Those manuscript papers covered with blood and pus flowed through Fisher's fingertips one by one. As he moved forward step by step, more bizarre pictures were printed in his eyes one after another.

Is this dead rot?
Fischer frowned and covered his mouth and nose, taking in the extremely horrific images around him bit by bit. Shiwali's clothes and the distorted diseased scene reminded him of the great plague recorded in the history books. — dead rot.

"Cough cough."

"Doctor cough cough"

"L."

On the sky in the distance, thunder and rain intermingle, as the pious servant of the loving mother goddess sings,
"Under the loving gaze of the Mother Goddess, your white shawl is touched by the burning wind."

"Our family is devout mother god believers, my sister is even more so. I followed the mother god's guidance and embarked on the path of medicine, trying to use meager knowledge to save the common people suffering from diseases in the world. And every time I see you This famous magical genius, I will always think of my sister, her natural magic power is greater than ordinary people, and her perception of the world's echoes is far beyond ordinary people. She is very likely to become like you. History of Shivalli A rare master of magic in the world."

It wasn't until this moment that Fisher suddenly discovered that the scenes he had seen before were not constructed by dreams at all, but were all part of Erwende's soul!

"The enemies we give our lives to fight become in a blink of an eye an apocalypse of their gratitude, the 'bladeless knights' worthy of praise of the mother god's messenger; those we give everything to protect become them in a blink of an eye Slaves who wantonly squeezed and exploited have become animals that want everything they want, animals that are trampled under their feet"

Yes, Tolga did not receive the help of the supplementary manual as an unconventional prop at that time. At that time, he was wearing a simple bird’s beak mask and a daily burning The corpses that could not be burnt out fought against ubiquitous diseases, and summed up the nature and law of dead rot, and created the [panacea] that can still be used today.
"Oh, that's what the Magician also praised me. She told me that in their world, it would take hundreds of years for such a drug to be designed by human beings. She called me a genius and personally left the former Secretary of Life behind. The notes from the book were given to me for research.”

"Trial Discussion on the Source of Dead Rot I. Theory on the Source of Magic Power"

In the sky, the thunder rang again, and the wetness blown by the gusts of cold wind was about to gather into drops of liquid, washing towards the earth.

In other words, there is a symbol of inserting a sharp sword into the head of a poisonous snake, which also shows the identities of these people in front of them.
They are all doctors who have sworn an oath before the teachings of the Mother Goddess, vowing to use up their knowledge to fight diseases and sufferings.

Fisher looked at the young life that died of illness in the crowd, slowly stood up and continued to move forward, and soon saw a rare person still walking among the crowd taller than the mountain .

Fisher didn't say a word, and the magic in his hand became brighter and brighter until the number of magic rings in his structure increased a little bit, and an extremely dangerous color burst out.

Nari’s history books seldom record anything about the Shiwali epidemic, because it was precisely because of that epidemic that it interrupted Shiwali’s attack on Nari and brought Nari back to the negotiating table from the brink of national extinction. In fact, the Nali people kept silent about that humiliating history. As Balzac said before, it was not easy for Fisher to have a general understanding of the occurrence of the epidemic.

"Tolga's Anti-corruption Theory"

What came blowing in the wind were sheets of manuscript paper with rigorous argumentation structure and filled with dense experimental records and research reports. by the doctor.

The magic in Fisher's hand dissipated little by little. He opened his mouth and was about to say something, but the girl's hand that was holding on to his pants had been let down a little bit feebly. Following the traces where her fingers fell, the pus and blood flowed out on the trouser legs. There was a long trace, her eyes were still open but she stopped breathing, and the mouth that was about to say something was immediately occupied by strands of turbid pus and blood, and she became a living being no different from this huge Shura purgatory.

"Fisher, we are the only ones here, come on."

And it was at this time that Fisher discovered that the name tags on the chests of all the doctors had the same name, that is,
"Torga Dallaire"

Just as Fisher walked forward slowly and vigilantly, his right leg was suddenly grabbed by a small hand, his pupils shrank, and he subconsciously tried to lift his foot to break free, but when he looked down, he saw Beside the pile of corpses beside him, a little girl whose face was completely covered by dead pustules and whose original image could not be seen at all was breathing hard, staring fixedly with only one cloudy eye. Fisher who is about to pass by.

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

"I have never given up on all of these. I tried, innovated, and researched time and time again, trying to use my limited knowledge to exhaust the endless diseases and return peace to the hometown where I live."

"The Spread Inhibition Hypothesis"

The sky was dark and gloomy, and the black clouds that looked like fish scales did not reveal the glimmer of the sun, but a continuous streak of scarlet. The stench in the air was mixed with some water vapor, making it stuffy and hot here , making people want to wait for a second.

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

Fisher knew very well that what appeared before his eyes was just an illusion constructed by dream magic, but he still sighed unavoidably, because since the scene here can appear in a dream, it also means that, Someone here has actually seen these scenes before, otherwise the dream would not be able to be constructed, just like the paleness that Valentina saw in her dream.

"Under whipping without a blade, use the witness of death to wash away the purity of the soul."

It's raining.
"Over a long period of time, I have gradually realized that the cause of so much suffering is not dead rot, not war, not Elizabeth, not Blake... but ignorance. This is an attribute engraved in the essence of fragile human beings. How the times change, the world No matter how it changes, ignorance still drives human beings to make mistakes again and again."

"Fisher, you are really a genius. All the media in the gap between the spirit world and reality are the collection of subconscious mind and soul. The magic power consumed by ordinary magic must be an astronomical figure. Carving layer by layer to disassemble the structure, and finally assembling it together to take effect, although this idea is simple, it is as difficult to complete as it is.”

Drop by drop, strand by strand, finally turned into an overwhelming rain curtain covering the whole world. Fisher moved his nose, but only smelled a strong fishy smell. He raised his hand, but saw the sky. The raindrops landed on his hands but left traces of bright red like blood. He raised his eyes and realized that the entire world had been dyed red by endless blood.

"Manufacture of antiseptics"

"Help. Pain."

Along with the sound of the white cloak fluttering, the next second, the world has become colorless.

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