harleyscars Chapter 348 Another divine descent would be troublesome.
Chapter 348 Another divine descent would be troublesome.
Chapter 348 Another divine descent would be troublesome.
After leaving the ruins, Sharon used some of the Rose School's secret methods to process Raft Pound's thrilling memory from that night and clean up any related traces.
Back in his office at the gun factory, Lorne sat alone in a chair.
"From that perspective, the most precious thing in those ruins must be that 'Blasphemy Card' —"
"What remains are the extraordinary characteristics left behind by the two unfortunate heirs of the Pound family after their deaths."
"Sigh—what a loss! I should have talked to that evil spirit and taken those two traits with me—" Lorne couldn't help but slap his thigh in anguish.
"But the most crucial question now is, how exactly should we deal with that three-in-one evil spirit?"
"First, completely seal the entrance with cement and steel bars. Anyway, I have a master key," so I can get in anytime I want.
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"After that, first find out what this so-called Medici is all about—then find some magical items that can suppress or even eliminate that evil spirit—"
Lorne knew very well that whether he chose to cooperate with the evil spirit or turn against it, having equal strength was a crucial basis for negotiation. Given the other party's suspected demigod level, he would need to obtain at least the power of the demigod-level "Sun" domain to have any chance of completely purifying it.
Is there any way to control ghosts?
"Things would be much easier if we could capture it safely instead of destroying it outright."
"That thing—it's practically a living, Quaternary occult library—"
"Wait a minute—an ancient, high-ranking being, now only a remnant soul remains, trapped somewhere—why do I suddenly have such a strong sense of déjà vu—"
"For some reason, it feels like I've found myself a personal old man to accompany me—"
Backlund, a hidden stronghold.
"Excellent, Miss Megao. You're in great shape today, very stable."
A blonde woman dressed in a simple long dress, with most of her body wrapped in thick bandages, is locked in a huge, transparent room made of specially made glass.
She looked sadly at the man in the white coat before her, whose demeanor was somewhere between a scholar and a doctor, and asked softly...
"Mr. Red Heart 7—when can I go back—it's already—" Her lips moved slightly, and her gaze lowered.
"I've been here for a long time now."
"Miss Megalos." Red Heart 7 put down the record form he was filling out and forced a professional smile.
"Please rest assured, once we are certain that you have fully recovered, we will allow you to go home."
"But—but I feel like my body has recovered," Megaos's voice was tinged with urgency and a hint of tears, "and I've been here for months, my parents must be very worried about me—"
Several months ago, she suddenly awoke from a long coma and found herself wrapped in bandages, locked in this strange glass room.
The first person she met was Mr. Red Heart 7, who claimed to be her attending physician. He told her that she had contracted a strange disease that required strict isolation.
For the rest of the time, she was kept here every day, receiving all sorts of strange and unheard-of treatments.
"Then, what about my child?" As if suddenly remembering something, she instinctively placed her hands on her lower abdomen, her eyes revealing both maternal love and confusion. "He—"
"That's not a child," Heart7 interrupted her sharply.
"That was an extremely dangerous malignant tumor, formed by the accumulation of a highly infectious pathogen. We have successfully removed it from your body."
"Then—then could I write a letter home?" Megos pleaded.
"I'm sorry, Miss Megaius. According to quarantine regulations, these actions are not permitted until your quarantine period is completely over," said the Seven of Hearts in a regretful tone.
"This is also for the safety of your family."
Upon hearing this, Megalos seemed to have all his strength drained away. He lowered his head deeply and stopped speaking, only his shoulders trembling slightly.
"But your hometown is Tingen, right?" Heart7's tone suddenly became friendly again, like a professional psychologist probing and soothing a patient's emotions. "I can give you some recent Tingen newspapers so you can learn about the situation in your hometown. You can also talk to me about things in Tingen."
"Okay—thank you," Megas said softly, his voice barely audible.
Leaving the isolation room, the 7 of Hearts encountered a colleague wearing black gloves in the corridor. "How's the target doing lately?" the 6 of Spades asked.
"I still find it incredible—" Red Heart 7 put down the report in his hand and sighed sincerely.
"How could she, an ordinary woman with no extraordinary abilities, withstand the divine descent of the 'true creator'?"
"In three hundred years, I've never even heard of a case like hers—"
"What I find incredible is that," the Six of Spades chuckled, patting his colleague on the shoulder, "that you actually managed to 'rescue' her from that—well, indescribable state—at least she looks like a normal person now."
"It wasn't me; it was that sealing artifact brought in from above that played a major role. The vampires also sent people over to help—"
My only responsibility is to implement the treatment plan and keep observation records.
"Besides, her inner world is already a mess; she can't be considered a normal person at all," Red Heart 7 corrected calmly.
"Vampires? Creators?"
"Yes." Heart 7 nodded. "But even so, it's still a miracle—"
"After some research, I found that besides the corrupting power within the target's body, there was also a very special, high-level power. It was this power that, to a certain extent, hindered the spread of the corrupting power and, together with the portion of divinity bestowed by the True Creator, somewhat neutralized it—"
"It was precisely because of the mutual destruction of these two forces that she was fortunate enough not to die immediately."
"Later, after a series of complex disinfection procedures" and treatment by the "creator," her body and her fragmented soul were finally pieced together, albeit with difficulty."
"A normal person—no, even a mid-sequence extraordinary individual—would almost certainly die after going through this entire process. Unexpectedly, she actually—"
"Miracle One—So, what are your plans for dealing with her next?" asked the Six of Spades.
"What else can we do but lock them up and continue the research?" Heart7 pouted.
"Even if she fully recovers, we can't let her go again. You know about the confidentiality agreement."
"In Tingen, they've already classified it as an accident. An aging gas pipeline leak caused the explosion—"
"She has become one of the many victims of that accident, the kind where even her body was blown to bits."
"However, if she suddenly went back now, all lively and energetic, she might scare those people in the church to death on the spot, haha." Spade 6 imagined the scene and couldn't help but laugh.
"Speaking of which, if she's really alright, what are the higher-ups planning to do?"
"That's impossible. She definitely has a problem, it's just that the problem hasn't shown yet. This kind of contamination involving the level of the true God cannot be eradicated so easily." The Seven of Hearts said with certainty.
"I mean, what if... what if she really is alright?"
"Erase their memories, send them to some remote area, and make them ordinary office workers. Or send them to work odd jobs at orphanages or charities under our control. In any case, surveillance will be absolutely necessary."
"Then—what about that thing in her belly?" the Six of Spades asked curiously.
"That disgusting stillborn baby?"
"That disgusting dead baby?" Heart7 frowned. "It's been sealed with multiple sealing artifacts and is currently in stable condition. However—"
He looked around, then lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "I heard—it seems the higher-ups are planning to sell it?"
"Sell it?! Who would want this kind of junk?!" Spade 6 looked on in astonishment.
"The Church of Storms, the Church of Eternal Sun, or the Church of Knowledge and Wisdom—there will always be someone who needs them. It just depends on who offers the highest price."
"After all, it possesses high-sequence characteristics imbued with divinity. Putting aside its dangers, this thing is extremely rare."
"Then you'd better be careful," the Six of Spades warned. "Recent intelligence indicates that those lunatics from the Aurora Society are making quite a move, seemingly plotting something. Furthermore, Backlund isn't peaceful right now either—"
"The higher-ups have already decided to move all the important items from this base to avoid any unforeseen circumstances."
"That stillborn baby will probably be taken away too."
"The descent of the divine being—the true creator—is indeed too prone to accidents," Heart7 remarked, before cracking a joke.
"If those crazy guys from the Aurora Society were to pull off another divine descent in Backlund, we'd be in real trouble."
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