The red moon returns

Chapter 581 Reinforcements from Mortals

Ms. Nightingale knew that these were the last hours of her life.

She was about to die, but she had to hold on until the last moment, until the effects of the ritual took effect.

The sky had already darkened, and this ceremony, which was supposed to last for a maximum of 24 hours, had already lasted for more than 10 hours. The effect of the strange object had not yet fully manifested, and it was still fighting the plague head-on, preventing the plague's effects from further increasing.

She also didn't know when the effect of the miracle light would be able to suppress the growth of the plague. The only thing she knew was that she had to hold on until the power of healing was successfully balanced with the power of the plague.

But she was running out of steam.

Even with the virtues she had accumulated over decades, her vitality was already in jeopardy, and she would soon be drained into a mummy. After that, either other volunteers would take over her duties and support her, or the ceremony would fail.

She didn't want to choose either one, so she had made her decision.

Burn your own soul to stimulate your life potential, so that you can surely hold on until your soul withers and turns into fireless embers, and returns to nothingness.

It was a very desperate ending, but Nightingale did not want to go this far, so she had been struggling to hold on, hoping that the magic item would take effect before the last moment and successfully suppress the power of the plague.

The possibility is very low unless a miracle happens.

However, years of life experience made Ms. Nightingale very clear that miracles only exist in stories and never appear in reality.

His Excellency the Saint sighed in his heart, knowing that the last moment had arrived.

She will eventually disappear forever and will never be able to serve God again, but she does not regret it, because this is her choice. Since there is no way to avoid it, she is willing to accept her fate calmly.

Let's begin, I'm willing to burn my... eh? What is this?
This is a miracle, a miracle happened.

It turns out that this is the reinforcement from Lynch, the reinforcement from millions of ordinary people.

A powerful life force suddenly rushed into Ms. Nightingale's soul along an invisible channel. Her soul, which was on the verge of breaking just a moment ago, now became full and rich, exuding vitality.

When the vitality rushed into her soul, Ms. Nightingale seemed to hear the shouts of countless people coming from afar: "This is our world, we must protect it with our own hands, we are willing to sacrifice our lives to protect this world, and we are willing to do our best to protect the one who protects us."

It was unclear whether the cry was real or not, but the vitality was real. When the vitality rushed in, Ms. Nightingale, who was already on the verge of death, suddenly found that with this vitality, the consumption of the strange objects was negligible, and she could hold on even if the ceremony lasted another year.

Yet this is only the beginning, for this is more than a voluntary giving of life force.

This is the courage to fight against evil, this is the determination to sacrifice oneself, this is the awareness of sacrificing one's life for the goal, and this is the sense of responsibility to the world and to oneself.

This vitality represents the will of millions of people in the Rhineland, and represents their willingness to help Ms. Nightingale save the world at the cost of their lives. This is the greatest beauty in the world, and it is the best nourishment for the wonders.

So, when a huge life force rose in the soul of the Saint Lady, the strange object seemed to sense something and suddenly increased its extraction force on its own, almost frantically extracting power from Nightingale's soul.

If before, facing such a strong extraction force, Ms. Nightingale might not be able to hold on for even a second, but now, Ms. Nightingale felt nothing at all.

The vitality even played a role on its own, following Nightingale's soul, and directly rushed towards the miracle light hanging in the air, and then embraced the miracle light. The majestic vitality poured into the strange object from all directions.

The miracle light suspended in the air suddenly burst into a dazzling light. The sudden change startled Chairman Ole and the four priests of the Church of Darkness who were standing guard nearby. The five of them looked at the dazzling strange object in the air with doubt and immediately realized that something had happened.

Yes, this life force carrying virtue from millions of people is enough to drive the Light of Miracle to do anything within its function. It is just a normal suppression of the plague, which is not a problem at all.

With the infusion of vitality, the twenty-four crystal bottles in the box, which symbolized pollution, shone brightly at the same time, illuminating the dim room. The bottles became spotless and so pure that people could not bear to look directly at them. Everyone could not help but sigh in their hearts, how beautiful, so crystal clear like crystal.

As the controller of the ritual, Nightingale could feel that with the arrival of reinforcements, the effect of the miracle light was becoming stronger and stronger. As a result, the power of the plague was rapidly retreating. It was likely that within a few minutes, the power of the plague would be completely suppressed and would never be able to recover.

What a powerful reinforcement.

Ms. Nightingale had no time to consider the source of the reinforcements. She immediately returned to her state of prayer, using all her will to control the light of miracle, launching the final siege on the plague and making victory a foregone conclusion.

The power of life became stronger and stronger, and the effect of the miracle light became more and more obvious. The almost materialized light shot out from the safe house of the Church of Night and instantly swept across the entire world. Through this light that violated the common sense of physics and illuminated the entire world at the same time, everyone seemed to see the Saint praying with his eyes closed, and the strange object emitting dazzling brilliance.

As the light grew brighter, there were sudden movements in the city.

As if someone couldn't sit still anymore, thick fog poured out from the crack leading deep underground at the place where it all began, the former Thorn Flower Club.

It was a community composed of various kinds of fog, gray, black, green, purple... at least seven or eight colors.

The feelings conveyed by these mists are different, some are mysterious, some are evil, some are weird, some are cruel, and some are tyrannical. They are incompatible with each other. The only similarity is that they are huge and twisted, and are definitely not a powerful force that can be touched by mortal creatures.

The power of the evil god.

Creating chaos in the city to incite the people, and then in turn destroying the ceremony - the last step of the Shadow Alliance has been cracked, and these unknown evil gods have no means to use their power. Seven or eight kinds of evil gods' power are twisted and entangled together, rising from the underground space of the thorn flower, rushing towards the direction of the light of miracle, and launching a charge in despair.

The supreme power from the strange object could never contend with the power of seven or eight evil gods gathered together. However, the dedication and will of millions of ordinary people made the light of miracle more powerful than normal, bursting with unprecedented brilliance.

The next moment, the bright light and the dark fog collided head-on.

(End of this chapter)