Fairy’s Box

The pillar of fire silently gathered inward, and in the breath, it burned everything that was shrouded in it.

The rest of the people looked at each other, their expressions inexplicably tangled.

The assistants of the mages in the temporary research room are also well-informed, and they have seen a lot of things with heavy taste. Except for a little sigh of sadness, they were not frightened by the death of their previous colleagues.

Facing Sigma's actions of burning all the corpses, they felt a little puzzled. The experimental materials were all set on fire, so what else did they study.

After burning out the source of pollution, Sigma turned his body slightly stiffly. At the same time, his right hand touched his eyes subconsciously. After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly said:

"The attendant, inform the coach of the situation here, and tell him that this is a... very special plague. Anyone who has come into contact with these corpses needs to be quarantined and observed."

"As ordered." The watcher who stayed indoors closed his eyes.

"Wait!" The super magician interrupted him abruptly.

"grown ups?"

"Tell the coach that the plague can be cross-infected through vision, and all suspected infected people must be blindfolded and cannot be seen by anyone. If someone looks at them, they must be immediately isolated."

"Excuse me, if this condition is followed, the number of suspected infected persons will be very large."

"Do as I say."

"As ordered..."

...

As if trapped in the dark for a long time and becoming afraid of the light, the super magic master covered his eyes with one hand and waved at the exit of the research room:

"Go out, Harden, stay."

"As ordered."

The mages have been infected with a lot of military habits because of their long-term battles with the army. Although they feel a little overwhelmed, they habitually obeyed the order and immediately began to pack up their utensils, and soon began to leave in an orderly manner.

"Lord Sigmar? You look... tired? What's wrong with your eyes?" The lookout named Harden opened his eyes and strode to Sigmar's side.

"listen!"

The super-mage turned his face quickly, grabbed his wrist tightly, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear:

"Tell Coach Casper immediately, maybe it's too late, make sure everyone stays where they are, the way this plague spreads is very strange, even the researchers around me may be infected, and must..."

Before he finished speaking, he stopped, and at the same time released the other party's wrist:

"No need."

At this moment, without any warning, the entrance of the research institute suddenly burst into a dazzling brilliance, and the room that was originally brightly lit by candles instantly brightened several times.

The assistants only felt a dazzling white light in front of them, and they covered their eyes subconsciously. When they came back to their senses, they had already appeared in another airtight space.

Looking at the icy hard walls all around, and after a few seconds of comprehension, this group of people exploded at once - they were clearly under house arrest!

"What's wrong with you! How did you lock us up?"

"What did we do wrong? Get us out!"

"What the **** happened? Where are we?"

"Quiet! Quiet!"

Just when they were arguing, a rough voice came from outside the wall, which immediately suppressed the noise in the room. After confirming that no one was making noise for the time being, the other party continued:

"Following General Casper's order, all of you will be quarantined as suspected infected, everyone, sorry."

There was an uproar in the room:

"Why isolate us? We are the doctors!"

"I'm not sick! Your brain is sick!"

"This is called chaos! I have shed blood for the empire, and I have made credit for my research. You can't treat me like this. I want to see the coach! I want to see the coach!"

...

"Don't be noisy! Don't be noisy! Cover me with this." After speaking, the top slate was torn apart, and a large mass of black cloth was thrown into the room.

The voice continued:

"Blindfolding this is for your own good. Your boss has already told the general just now that this plague will spread through visual contact. If you don't want to die, just cover it up. After you cover your eyes, we will also come in and be responsible for protection. your safety."

With a bang, the stone room was closed again.

"Plague? The plague that Master Sigmar said?"

This group of people calmed down all of a sudden. They are all smart people, or they would not be able to become mages. They all recalled the miserable situation of their colleagues. Didn't the other party go crazy just by looking at the blood plasma.

"In this way, we are really suspected of being infected." A mage smiled bitterly, walked to the cloth ball, tore off one of them and covered his eyes.

"It's not far from us, there are quite a few people who have touched corpses." Another person came over and picked up a cloth belt.

Immediately afterwards, someone sighed worriedly:

"What kind of monster is the empire fighting against? The plague infected with sight can be brought out, what else can't they do?"

The isolation room was silent, and even the guards above were silent. For a while, only the sound of everyone rustling and masking was heard.

Can we really win?

A question that made them restless, but deliberately avoided, veiled in everyone's mind.

...

After sending everyone except Sigma into the isolation room, a large stream of light poured in like mercury, spreading in all directions of the room, flowing through the ground, walls, roof, and corners of the research institute for a week, and then disintegrated.

The white light and shards of ice disintegrated, falling like stars, and the light of the drama intertwined and merged into a vague human shape, from which an ethereal voice sounded:

"Ebenezer will isolate those suspected infected in my place, Sigma, who hurt my soldiers? Who put the plague on my legion!?"

The voice was not even and fluctuated, but it still made one feel the anger contained in it.

"A formidable and terrifying opponent... Pardon my ambiguity, Your Excellency, because so far I haven't figured out where it came from."

At this time, Sigma no longer covered the strangeness of his eyes, and said calmly.

If someone stood in front of him at this moment, they would find that the pupils of the super-mage's eyes had been granulated and covered with twisted bloodshots, revealing an indescribable evil.

The human figure gathered by the white light suddenly shone brightly, suddenly flickered, and instantly moved to the front of the super magician:

"Sigma, you're infected too? Is this the plague you're talking about?"

"There is no doubt that your warriors have no resistance to it, but for me, this is not a fatal spell." Sigma's lips slightly raised his chest, and his head was raised, showing a very conceited smile.