Dean looked at the person who spoke: "The inner wall is in chaos but we haven't found the root cause of the chaos. We have to slow down the matter of the outer wall for the time being. But we can't let go of the matter of the outer wall. I heard that the military has sent two military gods to the outer wall. I guess they want to inquire about the situation. I'll leave this matter to you. "
Moglen's eyes turned: "Dean, I don't know if there is a response from the Dragon Clan?"
"The military has sent people to the Dragon Clan to inquire about the matter. But the Dragon Clan said that Aisha is dead. If someone pretends to be Aisha then they can do whatever they want." Dean looked at him: "Is your information true?"
Moglen hesitated: "The informant didn't see it with his own eyes. He just felt that the outline of the face is similar. I'm not 100% sure."
"Since the hard method doesn't work then we will use the soft method. We are the Monastery and not the military. We don't need to fight and kill. Our purpose is to persuade people to do good. You are responsible for this matter. You don't need to report to me." Dean's face was gloomy: "The order has been passed down. The Monastery is to assist the military to find out the source of the virus as soon as possible. Hmph! There must be a big hand behind all the cities to be infected with ptomaine. How can we find out in a short time?"
Moglen didn't say anything in order to avoid upsetting the dean.
They continued to discuss the virus for a moment before the meeting was over. Mo Glan returned to his residence and called one of his confidants: "I heard that the military has sent two military gods to the outer wall. When did they go there?"
"I don't know."
"Check it out immediately!"
Moglen got the news half a day later: "The military has sent Hiro and Ronon to the outer wall three days ago. They haven't returned yet."
"Three days?" Moglan was startled: "Is there any movement in the outer wall?"
"The spy who infiltrated the Holy Church said that there is no movement."
"No war broke out?"
"There shouldn't be. Otherwise the spy would have sent back a message."
Moglang frowned as he listened. He felt that something was wrong. Did the military reconcile with Dean? He could still vaguely remember the appearance of that youth. His face was young and tender, but his eyes were deep and seemed to be hiding many thoughts. At first glance, he knew that this person was able to make a name for himself in the Covenant of Darkness because there was a coldness in his eyes that exceeded that of ordinary people, as well as a disregard for life.
"They know that the mysterious master of the outer wall is suspected to be Aisha. Moreover, she is undoubtedly a pioneer but they only sent two military gods. It's unlikely that they are going to kill her. Otherwise, they would have sent at least three people to kill her." Mo Glang slightly frowned. If they didn't go to kill the mysterious master of the outer wall then they might have gone to negotiate with him. It would be even more strange if that was the case.
The inner wall was in a state of chaos. There was a need for strong people to take charge of the inner wall.
But if it was a battle then it was impossible for there to be no movement. After all, they were two military gods. No matter how strong Aisha was, it would be difficult to kill them silently.
He felt that there was an unspeakable secret in this matter, but he couldn't say anything about it.
At this time, his confidant asked him: "Elder, the dean has handed over the matter of the outer wall to us to deal with. How can we solve such a thorny problem by ourselves? What does the dean mean by soft approach?"
Mo Glang recovered from his thoughts: "It means to negotiate with them to understand what they need and what their purpose is. The best way is to let them understand the great spirit of the God of Light and join us."
"Let them join us?" The confidant was dumbfounded: "How is that possible?"
Mo Glang thought for a moment and said, "Nothing is impossible. Our monastery is here to preach to the world. Since force doesn't work, let the missionaries go and talk to them. At the same time, let them understand the spirit of our religion and join us. Then things will be easier."
"You're right, Elder. Which missionary should we send?"
"I already have a candidate."
"Who?"
"Lucius!"
"Him? He is a freak. He doesn't deserve to be a missionary. How can we send him? "
"I have my reasons. Go and inform him about the main task of this trip."
"Yes …"
Within a tavern, the lights were red and green, and the sounds of giggling could be heard without end. In addition, there were well-dressed youngsters surrounding a tall and sturdy man, listening to him talk loudly with faces full of curiosity.
"I heard that there are infected corpses everywhere. What are they like?"
"Brother, have you really seen them?"
The burly man tilted his head back and gulped down a mouthful of beer. He raised his scarred arm in a drunken manner and said, "Of course, did you see that? The wound on my arm was caused by the zombies. They bite and eat anyone they see, whether it's the elderly or the children. It's fortunate that you guys didn't see it, or else you'd be scared out of your wits!"
"I'm not afraid!" One of the youth with flaxen hair wrinkled his nose and snorted. "If I meet him, I'll cut him in half with my sword!"
The burly man laughed: "I'm afraid you won't be able to hold your sword if you see them."
"Impossible!" the flaxen haired teenager said stubbornly.
The other teenagers ignored him and asked excitedly, "Is it really that scary? I heard that you will be infected if you are bitten by the corpses."
The burly man coughed and said, "I only got scratched during the battle. It wasn't caused by the corpses. Otherwise, I wouldn't have come back alive."
"I heard that the corpses are isolated outside Baron Courser's city. They can't break in. Is that true?"
"I can hear the blood-curdling screams coming from outside for the past few nights. It's really scary."
"I heard from the army that anyone who joins the army and kills the corpses will be rewarded and promoted. We want to join the army too!"
The burly man looked at the teenagers' energetic faces and shook his head with a smile. "It's not easy to live. It's better for you to stay here obediently. Fortunately, the baron has a lot of powerhouses under him. They have cleaned up the corpses outside the city. Otherwise, you will know what is hell on earth."
The teenagers were a little afraid when they heard how scary he was, but they were still eager to try.
"As long as you don't do bad things, you won't see hell." At this moment, a voice came from the side. It was a young man in his early twenties who was smiling. What was surprising was that there were seven to eight empty beer mugs on the table in front of him. One must know that the amount of beer in a mug was enough to make a normal person explode. Even adventurers who frequented pubs would rarely be able to drink three to four mugs in one go. However, this young man drank seven to eight mugs and his expression did not change at all. It was as if nothing had happened.
When the burly man heard the young man's words, he glanced at him and said, "Little fella, what do you know?"
"I know you're lying." The young man picked up the mug of beer and took a sip calmly. "If you were scratched by the corpses, you would have been infected long ago. How could you still drink here? Moreover, the baron's city has been closed since the first day of the zombie poison outbreak. Yet, you said you came from the outside. It's impossible. You haven't even left the city."
The burly man glared at him and slammed the table. "What nonsense are you talking about?!"
"Are you angry?"
"Bullsh * t!" The burly man scolded, "Little fella, what are you pretending for? Have you seen the corpses before?"
"We're all adults here. It's better not to curse." The young man was still smiling.
"I'm going to curse. F * ck your mother, f * ck your mother, f * ck your mother, f * ck your mother, I …" The burly man scolded, but he was stunned halfway through. His drunken eyes suddenly saw a special mark on the young man's sleeve. It was the symbol of the monastery!
He immediately sobered up and felt a chill all over his body. Although he didn't know who this young man was in the cloister and what his position was, everyone knew that he would be in big trouble if he provoked the people of the cloister, even if he was just a little nun.
"Why did you stop cursing?" The young man looked at him with interest. When he noticed the burly man's gaze, he looked down at his sleeve and suddenly said, "It seems that you saw it. Now, apologize to me and I'll forgive you."
The burly man's face turned ugly. He did not expect to kick an iron plate.
He hesitated but in the end, he decided to bow down. After all, his life was more important than his face.
But at this moment, the flaxen-haired young man suddenly said, "You're not from the monastery. How dare you pretend to be from the monastery! How dare you!"
The burly man was stunned and asked doubtfully, "What?"
"The symbol of the monastery on his clothes should be on his right hand but it's on his left hand. He's a fake." The young man explained.
The burly man suddenly realized and slammed the table. "Bastard, how dare you pretend to be from the monastery! You're courting death! I'll take you to the monastery now and make you repent!"
The young man looked at the flaxen-haired young man and smiled. "You have a good eye. Unfortunately, you're not experienced enough."
The burly man reached out to grab him and shouted angrily, "Cut the f * cking crap! Come with me!"
His hand was only halfway through his grasp when suddenly, with a bang, his body turned over and he fell head first to the ground.
The young man didn't move. He was drinking from the beginning to the end. He sighed as he saw the burly man fall: "You're an adult. Don't talk dirty words. Why can't you control your mouth?"
The teenagers next to him stared at him. They knew that he was the one who did it.
The young man looked at the teenagers and smiled: "Who is willing to help me pay for the wine? I'll tell you the real situation outside."
…
…
Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
Dean was sitting in the Temple. He looked at the transparent glass jar in the corner. There was a strange lifeform called Dark Prison in it. He had inquired a lot of information from Poland.
First was the situation of the Dark Prison. Through Poland's explanation, he was surprised to find that it was the same kind of creature as the giant black ball that trapped Aisha outside the giant wall. But the latter was formed and this one was a defective product.
According to Poland, the Dark Prison was a mixture of tissues from a variety of monsters. The main component was fat. The purpose of the production was to target the pioneers and high-level monsters.
The Dark Prison had been studied by the Monster Research Institute in the inner wall. But there was no finished product.
Dean had repeatedly asked about this matter but Poland gave the same answer. This made him very uneasy. If all the Dark Prison was a semi-finished product then where did the huge Dark Prison that he met outside the giant wall come from?
He asked Poland if there were other giant walls. Poland's answer was that he didn't know. He only knew that the Kingdom of God existed. It was like heaven. There were no diseases, plagues, killings and disasters.
Dean felt that there should be other giant walls. With the ability of the Kingdom of God, it was possible that it could control more than one giant wall. However, if there were other giant walls, he was afraid that they would be very far away. Even if he went deep into the wasteland, it would be difficult to meet them.
He didn't know if the Dark Prison outside the giant wall was a finished product that was secretly produced in the inner wall or it came from somewhere else.
In addition to Dark Prison, Dudian also asked about the crystallization of the body. But Poland's reply was similar to the information he got from the Temple. He said that it was an incurable disease. Generally, people who took cold crystals would have crystallization of the body. Over time, the degree of crystallization would get bigger and bigger until it spread to the whole body. Eventually the person would turn into an ice man.
At that moment, it would mean death.
The Temple had been secretly collecting people with the Ice Blood Disease. They mainly sent them to the Monster Research Institute in the inner wall for experiments.
In order to study the secret of the Walking Dead, they had tried many times to directly inject cold crystals into ordinary people. They wanted to make them suffer from the Ice Blood Disease.
However, this experiment wasn't a task assigned by the Kingdom of God. It was a derivative project developed by the Monster Research Institute. Therefore, it wasn't a major experiment. The progress was slow and there wasn't much progress.
"The only way to solve the secret of the Walking Dead is to go to the Kingdom of God." Dean didn't have any expectations for the Monster Research Institute in the inner wall. He thought that the inner wall had the highest core secrets of the world. But now it seemed that it was just a chess piece. The real secrets were controlled by the Kingdom of God. They had arranged the Monster Research Institute in the giant wall to study all kinds of monsters. But they didn't treat the problem of undead as a research topic. It was a very strange problem.
"The God's marrows will run out in a few days. I have to go to the inner wall again." Dean's eyes recovered from the Dark Prison. He had been injecting God's marrows every day for the past three days. He had reached the limit of his endurance. His physique had almost reached the level of a senior limitless.
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