Chapter 361: Each Getting What They Need

Chapter 361: Each Gets What They Need

Lancelot could not fathom the purpose behind the Legendary Lich's actions.

He had ordered Levi to remain within the Light Temple.

Only return to the Tower of Elements once this calamity had passed.

He also harbored suspicions regarding Levi.

Levi had repeatedly entangled himself with the Legendary Lich, forcing him to question certain matters.

One day passed, yet the city-wide search yielded nothing.

Only some suspicious individuals were detained; no traces of the undead were found.

Everything seemed merely like rumors.

There was simply no such thing as the Poison Dragon Pouch.

Nor was there a Legendary Lich preparing to spread poison gas.

Lancelot calmed down and began to reconsider the Lich's purpose.

He pondered deeply.

Finally, he suspected the Lich might have leaked the news intentionally to obtain something.

Lancelot suspected the Lich desired to seize the Tears of the Goddess.

He analyzed the Lich's actions from various angles.

Believing the greatest possibility was that the Lich leaked the news intentionally, allowing the Light Temple time to prepare the Tears of the Goddess.

The Tears of the Goddess were the only means to counteract the widespread Wind Poison Dragon venom.

As the Archbishop of the Light Temple in Storm City, Lancelot would naturally not be foolish.

His earlier inability to understand stemmed merely from his haste.

Once calm, he pierced through the essence behind all appearances.

With pinpoint accuracy.

Lancelot hesitated slightly, wondering whether to prevent the Tears of the Goddess from coming to Storm City.

In case the Legendary Lich truly did spread the Wind Poison Dragon's venom.

Then the Tears of the Goddess would inevitably be required.

After pondering for a while, Lancelot decided to hold his ground.

Waiting for the next move of the Legendary Lich.

And not preventing the arrival of the Tears of the Goddess.

For he had confidence that within Storm City, the Lich could not stir up trouble.

On the second day, numerous poisoning cases appeared within Storm City.

Lancelot's expression shifted; he thought: Has the Legendary Lich begun his move?

Upon investigation, the toxin in those people was not the Wind Poison Dragon's venom.

But it was still a very troublesome poison.

Ranked eighth among the Ten Great Poisons of the World, the Green Corpse Chill.

The Green Corpse Chill originated from the Realm of Death, born of undead creatures.

For living beings, it was an utterly terrifying poison.

The Green Corpse Chill could corrode vitality and erode the soul.

If poisoned individuals received no treatment, there was a high probability they would eventually become undead creatures.

Once the Green Corpse Chill broke out, its threat level was no less than the Wind Poison Dragon's venom.

Levi stood behind Lancelot, hearing the news, his expression unchanged.

Last night, he had confirmed it.

The Poison Dragon Pouch had never been stolen.

It still lay within his Spatial Ring.

It was his consciousness that had been affected, unable to see the box containing the Poison Dragon Pouch.

Levi suspected that during his conversation with Savinia, he had been influenced by the Legendary Lich's methods.

Although now he still could not see the box containing the Poison Dragon Pouch, nor sense it.

That box seemed to have vanished from Levi's world.

Yet it truly existed somewhere.

When Levi stuffed things into his Spatial Ring, he could see a square void.

Its size matched exactly that of the box containing the Poison Dragon Pouch.

Thus, the so-called plan to spread the Wind Poison Dragon's venom was fundamentally false.

The purpose was merely to lure the Church of Light into producing the Tears of the Goddess.

How regrettable that Levi had believed Savinia's words.

Seeing the Poison Dragon Pouch vanish, he ran immediately to tell Lancelot about this matter.

Precisely because Levi believed Savinia's plan was real.

So, in Lancelot's eyes, everything Levi said was entirely true, without a single lie.

Levi knew he had fallen into a trap once again.

A trap within a trap!

Now if Lancelot re-interrogated Levi, Levi would likely be exposed.

However, after seeing the Green Corpse Chill, Lancelot had no time to concern himself with Levi.

He sought ways to handle the Green Corpse Chill, avoiding a large-scale outbreak.

One day passed.

On the third day, when Lancelot saw Levi, he felt somewhat strange.

"Why are you no longer anxious?"

On the first day, Levi was far more anxious than anyone else.

Otherwise, he would not have rushed directly to Storm City to report the news.

These past two days, Levi instead became composed.

Appearing not anxious in the slightest.

Leaving Lancelot filled with deep suspicion.

Levi's heart gave a lurch; it was done for.

He pondered for a moment, then said: "Anxiety is futile; what is destined to come will still arrive."

“Now the Green Corpse Cold has spread to over a hundred thousand people; resolving it is no simple matter.”

Li Wei hurriedly changed the subject.

Lancelot smiled and said, “The Green Corpse Cold need not be rushed. Compared to the venom of the Wind Poison Dragon, the Cold at least has an incubation period. Once the Goddess’s Tear arrives, even those poisoned can be easily cured.”

Hearing this, Li Wei felt a slight stir in his heart.

Does this not mean that without the Dragon Venom Bag, even a Legendary Lich could force out the Goddess’s Tear?

Curious, Li Wei asked, “What exactly is the Goddess’s Tear? Why can it resolve all poisons under heaven?”

Lancelot glanced at him and said, “The Goddess’s Tear is the tear shed by a deity out of pity for mankind, sufficient to resolve all suffering in the world.”

Li Wei displayed a look of disbelief.

Lancelot smiled again, speaking seriously, “Actually, it is merely a congealed object of divine power.”

“Divine power is the most miraculous force under heaven, almost omnipotent.”

“The divine power congealing the Goddess’s Tear represents purification and healing; it can cure all diseases and purify all ominous things.”

Li Wei’s eyes shifted slightly, somewhat surprised.

So the Goddess’s Tear was indeed a product of divine power.

No wonder only the Light Temple possessed it.

Only a deity could create such a thing.

The name of the Goddess’s Tear sounded pleasant enough.

Yet in truth, it had absolutely nothing to do with a goddess’s tears.

The claim made publicly by the Church of Light was precisely the first explanation Lancelot had given Li Wei.

What the Goddess’s Tear truly was did not matter; what mattered was that the god pitied mankind.

What mattered was the faith that the Goddess’s Tear could bring.

The Light Temple was willing to produce the Goddess’s Tear to save the ten million people of Storm City.

In reality, there was also the intent of harvesting faith.

During times of crisis, believers are born most easily.

When on the brink of death, being told to believe in the God of Light allows you to live.

It is estimated that no one would refuse.

Previously, there was no faith, because the greatness and radiance of the deities had not been felt.

Now, with the deity saving the world, everyone ought to believe in the deity.

No one is foolish.

Such a precious item as the Goddess’s Tear, to say it is produced and brought forth.

There must certainly be interests involved.

Now, even without the threat of the Dragon Venom Bag, the Goddess’s Tear must arrive.

The number of victims infected by the Green Corpse Cold has already exceeded one hundred thousand.

Without the Goddess’s Tear, wishing to resolve the poison within these people through other means.

Would consume vast amounts of time, money, energy, resources, manpower, material strength...

At present, this is the best moment to harvest faith.

Not only that, the Church of Light even made a request to Lancelot.

They needed more people to believe in the God of Light.

Since the Goddess’s Tear has already been utilized, it must then be allowed to exert its maximum effect.

On the afternoon of the third day.

The number of victims infected by the Green Corpse Cold surged to five hundred thousand.

(End of this chapter)