Some strange diseases began to appear in Istan City. Many people would suddenly fall down when they were working, resting, or walking on the road, as if they had lost all their strength. It was very difficult to even straighten a finger.
"I feel like my body is being hollowed out!" A patient said to the doctor in the medical center. His lips were trembling as if he had exhausted all his strength just to open his mouth.
What was even stranger was that with every passing day, these patients began to age at an insane rate. Every day seemed like a year to them.
From teenagers to young adults, in just over a month, they had leaped from middle age to old age. From their original youthful appearance, they had become white-haired and wrinkled. The doctors in the city and even the divine spells of the priests could do nothing about this strange disease.
Everyone slowly aged in pain, and they couldn't help but watch as they turned into mummies and died in an incredibly ugly manner. This horrifying scene caused the doctors in the hospital to tremble in fear, and some rumors started to spread within the city.
Even if all the patients who had been discovered were isolated, new patients were still constantly being produced, and panic was born in Istan City.
"This is not a disease, it's a curse!" A strong and tall old man, with a head of white hair shaved to a crew cut, he looked particularly fierce. As soon as he walked into the medical center building, he saw some ordinary patients and immediately said with certainty.
Miles was a retired high-level clergyman, a Level Three peak professional. He was more than 190 years old. Whether it was his body or the activity of his mental strength, it had begun to decline. There was no chance for him to advance to Level Four. Even if he forcibly broke through, the possibility of advancement was very small. Miles returned to his hometown to retire.
The governing staff in the city and the Holy Temple of the Sun had no choice but to invite him out, hoping that he, who was experienced and knowledgeable, could solve the crisis in Istan City.
"Curse! How is it possible, the divine arts of the priests have no effect on it! "The captain of the Holy Temple of the Sun said.
Miles raised his head and said, "There are some special curses against the soul, which are not so easy to be identified by ordinary divine arts, and the high-level curses of the Ghost Wizard and the Devil Warlock are even more so!"
"This situation is already within the scope of extraordinary power, so it can only be a curse. Are there any more serious patients?"
In another three-story building in the clinic, Miles saw the patients who were quarantined. Every one of them was like a devil. Their eyes were sunken, and their spirits were completely drained. There seemed to be no fat or muscle on their bodies. There was only a piece of skin on their bones. This scene was so horrible that it made people speechless.
Miles held the holy ornament in his hand and prayed the holy name of the goddess. The holy ornament glowed and dispelled the cold and gloomy air for dozens of meters around him. He opened the eyelids of a patient, and as the divine spell he cast intensified, everyone saw flashing green flames and ugly abyssal worms in the patient's pupils.
"Demon! It's a demon! " The surrounding doctors retreated again and again. Even the Paladins of the Holy Cathedral felt horrified. Demons from the Abyss were the most difficult to deal with. They were even more terrifying and difficult to deal with than Demon Warlocks and Necromancers. The appearance of every demon represented the opening of a gate to the Abyss around them.
"No! It's not an ordinary demon! "
Miles held the holy ornament high and grabbed the patient's head with the other hand. Immediately, the patient began to struggle violently.
"Hahaha! Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak! Ha! "
It let out a horrifying scream that sounded like the sound of an old wooden door closing. It was not a strange sound that a human's throat could make. Miles's sturdy arm pressed down on the other party, and he actually grabbed a fiery red strange worm from the other party's head.
"Bartos magic worm, this is the Bartos magic worm, a monster from the 82nd level of the abyss!"
"Someone is summoning the abyss and offering sacrifices to the Abyss Demon Lord, Bartos! They are trying to summon the Abyss! "
At this moment, even Miles's throat was a little deformed. In his nearly 200 years of life, he had never encountered such a thing. The existence that could open the gate of the abyss had to be at least a Level Four Demon Warlock, and a Level Four Demon Warlock had opened the gate of the abyss and was about to degenerate into the Abyss.
Even the strongmen of the Faith of the Sun could not encounter such an incident. This was not something they could handle. Even Miles could not solve such a crisis.
"Check, there must be a Demon Warlock's arrangement in the city. We must find the gate of the abyss – the Taros Gate!"
"There are a total of 43 Demon Warlocks above Level Four on the list of Arbitration Knights. I don't know which one escaped to Istan City."
Miles and others searched all over Istan City. Finally, in an underground ice house, they found the place of blood sacrifice and a black diamond-shaped crystal that was half a meter high. As it wriggled, the space was constantly broken and condensed. The will of the world was repelling it from entering this world, but the power from the Abyss made it continue to grow.
"It's already so big. No, it's too late. We don't have the power to close this opened gate of the abyss!" After many attempts, Miles and others desperately found that they did not have the origin of closing this gate. They were fighting against the power of the Abyss, fighting against the Demon Lord Bartos.
Miles then wanted to send a request for support to the outside world through the magic transmitter, but he found that the only channel of communication between Istan City and the outside world had been destroyed. The next steam train would not return until half a month later. But they did not know that the train track had been destroyed. Even if the repair was carried out quickly, it was impossible to reach Istan City in a short time.
They felt that a hand had already controlled and manipulated everything. A fog-like shadow was looking down at them greedily and viciously. It wanted to sell all their souls to the devil in exchange for a ticket to the abyss.
"We can't just sit here and wait for death. We'll immediately send someone out to ask for help!" The captain of the Holy Knights said angrily.
Miles took a deep breath, and his old body suddenly stood up straight, "It's too late. It will take at least a month to go back and forth, and the gate of the abyss will open in half a month at the latest. By then … everything will be too late!"
"And, do you think that the people we send out can deliver the letter alive? That's a demon warlock at least Level Four. He's hiding in the dark at the moment, secretly peeping at any of our actions. "
"Maybe we can leave here and take everyone out of the Amos Icefield!"
"The Amos Icefield is cold. If we don't have alchemy boilers to provide heat, many people will die. But if we were to bring 20,000 people across the Amos Icefield, most of them would die on the way, except for us professionals!"
The priest of the Holy Temple looked at Miles, "What should we do?"
Miles's eyes lit up, as if he had found the passion of his youth again, "We'll find him and fight to the death with him! As long as we kill the caster, the gate of the abyss will naturally close! "
"There are only 20,000 people in the Amos Icefield. Every outsider who appears will definitely leave a trace. We'll definitely find him!"
"At night, we'll meet in the Holy Temple and have a war meeting!"
Miles returned to his cabin and took out the holy sword that had accompanied him for 150 years from under his bed. This was what he relied on all the way to the peak of Level Three and became the leader of the Holy Temple Arbitration Knights.
This was the holy sword left by Ibu, the first generation of Holy Temple Knights who followed the great Lion King Will to found the Holy Seville Empire. Even in the Faith of the Sun, it was enough to be called a holy relic!
Ibu used to be an orc who lived on the Amos Icefield. He followed the Lion King Will from the north to conquer the world and establish the Holy Seville Empire. In the end, his holy sword was left on the Amos Icefield, and it was found by the young Miles. That was how Miles got his wonderful life.
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