Red Moon Returns

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

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

It was getting dark, and the ritual, which theoretically should last up to 24 hours, had lasted for more than ten hours. The effect of the strange object had not yet fully appeared, and it was still confronting the plague head-on, preventing the plague from further increasing.

She didn't know when the effect of the miracle light would be able to suppress the increase 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 already exhausted.

Even with the virtue bonus she had accumulated for decades, her vitality was already in danger, and she would soon be drained into a mummy, and then other volunteers would either perform her duties on her behalf or the ritual would fail.

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

Burning her soul to stimulate her life potential, so that she would be able to hold on until her soul withered and turned into fireless embers, and then returned to nothingness.

It was a very desperate ending. Nightingale was unwilling to go to this point, 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 was very low, unless a miracle happened.

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

The Saint sighed in his heart, knowing that the last moment had come.

She would eventually disappear forever and would never be able to stand by the side of God again, but she did not regret it, because this was her choice. Since all methods were unavoidable, she was willing to accept her fate calmly.

Then let's start, I am willing to burn my... Hmm? What is this?

This is a miracle, a miracle has appeared.

This is the original reinforcement from Lynch, the reinforcement from hundreds of millions of ordinary people.

A strong vitality suddenly rushed into Ms. Nightingale's soul along the invisible channel. The soul that was exhausted and on the verge of breaking at the last moment has now become full and full, exuding vitality.

When the vitality rushed into her soul, Ms. Nightingale seemed to hear the shouts of countless people from afar: "This is our world, we want to 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 is not known whether the call is real or not, but the vitality is 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 wonders could be ignored, and she could support it even if the ceremony lasted another year.

However, this is just the beginning, because this is not just voluntary vitality.

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 a sense of responsibility to the world and oneself.

This vitality represents the will of millions of people in the entire Rhine, and represents their willingness to help Ms. Nightingale save the world even if they would rather sacrifice their lives.

This itself is the greatest beauty in the world, and this itself is the best nourishment for the wonders.

So, when the huge vitality rose in the soul of the saint lady, the strange object seemed to sense something and suddenly increased its extraction strength, 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 simply didn't feel anything.

The vitality even played a role on its own, following Nightingale's soul, directly pounced on the miracle light hanging in the air, and then hugged the miracle light up, and 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 scared Chairman Ole and the four priests of the Church of the Night who were guarding nearby. The five people looked at the brightly shining strange object in the air with doubts, and immediately realized that something had happened.

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

With the injection of vitality, the twenty-four crystal bottles in the box, which symbolize pollution, shine at the same time, illuminating the dim room. The bottles become spotless, so pure that people can't bear to look directly at them, and everyone can't help but sigh in their hearts, so beautiful, crystal clear like crystal.

As the controller of the ceremony, Nightingale can feel that with the arrival of reinforcements, the effect of the miracle light is getting stronger and stronger. As the power of the plague is rapidly retreating, it is afraid that in a few minutes, the power of the plague will be completely suppressed and will never be able to turn over.

Such a powerful reinforcement.

Ms. Nightingale has no time to consider the origin of the reinforcements. She has immediately returned to the state of prayer, using all her will to control the miracle light, and carry out the final encirclement and suppression of the plague, 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 nearly materialized light shot out from the safe house of the Church of the Night and instantly swept the whole world. Through this light that violated the common sense of physics and illuminated the whole 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 became brighter and brighter, there was a sudden movement in the city.

As if someone couldn't sit still, thick fog poured out from the crack leading to the deep underground in the former Thorn Flower Club, where everything started.

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

The feelings conveyed by these fogs were different, some mysterious, some evil, some weird, some cruel, some tyrannical, and incompatible with each other. The only similarity was that they were huge and twisted, and they were definitely not powerful forces that mortal creatures could touch.

The power of the evil god.

Creating chaos in the city to incite the people and then destroy the ceremony in turn - the last step of the Shadow Alliance has been cracked. The power of these unknown evil gods has no means. 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 miracle light, and charging in despair.

The supreme power from the strange objects can never compete with the power of seven or eight evil gods gathered together, but the dedication and will from millions of ordinary people make the miracle light more powerful than usual, bursting out unprecedented brilliant light.

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