"Be careful, Savos," Christo lowered his voice and said to me as soon as he got on the airship, "There is something wrong with this airship."

“怎么了吗?”我同样压低声音问道.

"Look at the three people on our left," Christo whispered, "they had murderous intent on their faces, obviously not like normal passengers."

"And the one behind us who held the newspaper," Hickrad inserted it, "although he pretended to be reading the newspaper, I saw it all, and he had been staring at the three people since he got on the boat."

After their reminder, I realized that what they said was right, the atmosphere on the airship... was very wrong. I don’t know how to describe this feeling, just like a pool of extremely calm lake water. If you don’t flow into the lake yourself, you will never know how surging the undercurrents below are.

"To be honest," I said, "I regret getting on this airship, we have to stay here for three days."

"Go to act according to the opportunity," Christo sighed, "I just hope that their affairs do not involve us."

The waiter came up at this time, and our conversation was forced to end here, and everyone followed the waiter back to their room.

There is a saying among the Normans, "The more you fear something, the greater the chance of it happening." I never thought that such a thing would happen to me.

Not long after I entered the room, my door rang out in a hurry before I even sat on the sofa under my hot ass.

“别那么急,你们这群狗娘养的!”

At first I thought it was Hickrad and Christo outside the door, so I was very rude, but when I opened the door, I realized something was wrong.

Outside the door was the man holding the newspaper that Hickrad pointed out, "Is it Savoscott?" He put down the newspaper, carefully identified my eyes, and then carefully observed behind him.

After he confirmed all the matters, he walked in as if he was living in this room and closed the door.

"It's you, I've seen your portrait on the list of the Great Desert Missions," the man said excitedly, "Listen to me, I need the assistance of you and your companions. I'm following three people, and they're on this flight."

"Three people?" I turned my head with some displeasure, "I am sorry..."

“我叫舒马特,舒马特赫克斯.”

"Okay, IMHO, Mr. Schumat, why should I help you with these three?"

"I have enough evidence to prove that they are Strad's followers!" Schumat said excitedly. He quickly opened the office bag he had been carrying, took out a lot of documents from it and placed it on my bed. "Look, my evidence is here."

"Tell me carefully," I became interested in hearing the four words Strad, so I walked to the bed, picked up a document and started to look through it.

"I believe that all three of them belong to a secret sect called the Source of Plague," Schumat began to tell me about the information while I was reading the document. "After in-depth investigation, I found that all the people in this sect worship an existence called the Father of Plague, and now you see it in your hand is their sect's manual."

"I was scared at first, and to be honest, I have never seen a church like this. They have a fanatical love for disease, and everyone takes pride in getting it."

When Schumat said this, I had already concluded that this sect must have something to do with Strad. They easily reminded me of the plague martial saints under Strad, as well as the elite warriors under their command, and those plague warriors under them.

But I wanted to know more, so I waved my hand and said, "You keep talking."

"Okay," Shumata nodded, "I'll tell you a long story short, after a series of crazy, disgusting and dangerous investigations, I discovered a new name Strad."

"So you went to investigate the name?" I asked.

"Yes," Schumat said, "as the investigation deepened, I quickly discovered more things related to Strad, and all this made me believe that Strad was real. He, like the story said, did not die, but was imprisoned forever in another world, planning every day how to return to our world."

"It's so lucky you can live until now, Schumat," I patted his shoulder with some emotion. Even though I was mentally prepared, my mind inevitably shook when I heard him say the answer in person.

"Strad must have been trapped in his own world," I said calmly, feeling bitter in my mouth. What's worse is that I have to continue saying it, "I promise you that I can be sure that my inference is correct, because my family was killed by Strad and his men."

"Oh, I'm sorry," Schumat showed a clear expression, "then I think you will definitely need a chance to avenge you."

"That's why I say you're lucky," I sighed. "Generally speaking, Strad would never let go of the unlucky guys who casually talk about his name, my parents, and the others in the caravan team die because of it. It's so lucky you can live until now."

"I really look lucky after hearing what you said."

"Okay," I clapped my hands, "Let's go on to the serious business, the three Strads believers, they got on this airship, what do they want to do?"

“炸毁飞艇.”

Schumat gave an answer that was so shocking that I didn't react at first, but I soon understood.

"What!" I asked back in disbelief, "You said they were going to blow up the airship!?"

"Not intended, Savos," Schumat said, "it's been confirmed, they will definitely do it."

"But why?" I was still a little afraid to be convinced, "What effect will they have besides creating another tragedy?"

"Look carefully." Schumat said, handing me a copy of information.

This document is not too long, but every word inside makes my spine cold and my hair all over my body stands up completely.

"Are they crazy?"

I asked in disbelief that, as planned, the three Strad followers had undergone some kind of "special cult ritual" transformation, Schumat's description of this ritual was "extremely disgusting and evil ritual."

I won't go into details about the process of the ritual. In short, this ritual can turn the subject into a large grenade moving everywhere. Unlike the general grenades used by imperial soldiers, their flesh and blood explosion can completely destroy the airship. What's more fatal is that after the explosion, they will spread a large number of plague viruses, infecting all humans exposed to plague viruses.

These infected humans will be led to various provinces of the empire under the guidance of the Order of Plague Source, and even Strand and Valenlia.

It seems that except for the Federation, which has been completely closed since the Eclipse War, these fanatical believers want to turn the rest of the continent into a paradise of plague.

If it were just a general, human battle, I wouldn't have come in and fucked, but it involves Strad, and my friends, Erin and Sebastian. I don't want them to become any infected monsters.

Thinking of this, I snapped the information on my hand and closed it hard, turned to look at Schumat who was sitting beside the bed, "When will they do it?"

"If my information is not wrong," Schumat slowly sorted out the information, and then looked up at me, "They will do it when the airship arrives at the capital."

"God, that would be a complete disaster."

"That's why I'm asking for your help, Savos," Schumat put all the information back into his office bag, picked up the box and walked towards the door. "In order not to arouse their suspicion, I'll go back first, and I'll meet you again at this time tomorrow."

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When Schumat left, I immediately called Hickrad and Christo, and described it briefly with them in the simplest language I could organize.

"These lunatics," Christo kicked my nightstand hard, and I could understand his inner anger, his friends were all in Capofez, where the center of his life.

"What should we do now?" Hickrad looked at me as if he wanted help.

"We have no choice, Hill," I sighed, "fortunately we met," I said, "so we can at least try to stop this. I don't want the bomb to explode on my head and I can do nothing, that feels too bad."

"Speaking of it," Christo returned to his calmness, and he stretched out a finger and knocked the nightstand. "Don't you find it strange?" he asked. "First it was Valenlia's attack, then a large group of vampires and necromancers went deep into the desert to resurrect the corpses, and now another madman's sect tried to spread the plague, and they were all related to Strad, and something was wrong."

"I feel the same way," I said, "I have a premonition that Strad is coming back, so his followers, church members and people are taking action."

"Is it like a people who welcome the return of the king?" asked Hickrad.

"That's it!" I slapped hard, and Hickrad's words perfectly interpreted the behavior of these Strad believers. Strad must be back, sure.

The next day, we met Schumat again and again, and an increasingly detailed plan was gradually taking shape.

For us, the most important thing is how to quickly make all three believers lose their ability to resist not our ability to resist us, but self-destruction.

Although their intended goal is to create an explosion in the imperial capital, I have no doubt that when they feel that the situation is hopeless, they will detonate themselves.

"No one can be infected," Schumat stressed repeatedly, "otherwise those infected civilians will be a big trouble!"

"Can't you concentrate and deal with it?" As time passed, Christo became more and more irritable, "You know, you only need a roulette of guns..."

"You think of this too simple," Schumat shook his head and interrupted Christo. "Unless we can provide enough evidence to prove the threat of this matter, no ruler of any country will do such a crazy thing."

"When the situation is so serious that we don't need to prove it..."

"It's no longer possible to deal with the infected person in a centralized manner." I murmured, continuing the second half of Schumat's words.

The next day's journey was soon over the discussion. As the airship got closer and closer to the imperial capital, we finally made a plan: forcibly attack the religious people's rooms and kill them all before they could react.

Schumat was not very satisfied with the plan, but now he couldn't come up with a better plan.

The execution time of the plan is twelve o'clock tonight, when everyone falls asleep due to the fatigue of the journey.

We sat quietly in my room, with four submachine guns and three very sharp swords on the bed. In order to prevent accidents, we also prepared a large number of vinegar bombs.

I sat on the sofa, wiping my broken steel over and over again. Outside the porthole was an extremely sharp storm. This storm that began in the evening was attacking our airship, and the entire ship was shaking.

Time is still slowly walking forward without any movement. When the minute hand points to fifty and the hour hand approaches infinitely, we stand up together.

Everyone had a wide trench coat and dress outside the armor, which was Schumat's suggestion to facilitate hiding our weapons.

There were almost no people on the aisle, and we walked slowly forward side by side, the storm continued, and the airship would shake from time to time.

Under Schumat's leadership, we soon arrived at the door of the church's room. I looked up at the clock placed in the corridor. It was already eleven fifty-eight.

I nodded to the remaining three people, and the four of them quickly stood by the door in the order of second left and second right.

I pulled out the broken steel from my clothes and reached out to make a gesture of three.

two.

one.

Shumat yelled, kicked open the door with a hard kick, and we pulled out our weapons at the same time and rushed in.

The entire airship suddenly fell into darkness. This sudden situation made me hesitate for a second, but I quickly reacted again and cut towards the last position of a certain believer in my memory.

A scream rang out in the dark room. The familiar touch from the broken steel made me understand that I cut off the man's head directly. Soon two other strangers screamed, and I couldn't see the situation clearly in the dark, but I understood that the task had been completed.

The captain's voice has just come out of the broadcast: "Dear passengers, I'm very sorry, due to the storm, the generator of the Harrier Eagle has had some failures. We have urgently activated the spare steam generator and are expected to resume power within one minute."

As soon as he finished speaking, with a crackling sound, all the lights in the room lit up again.

"Oh no!" Before I could observe the situation in the room, I heard Shumat scream, followed by a figure running by quickly in front of me.

It was Schumat, who quickly pulled the three of us out of the room.

"For Strad!" A strange voice quickly rang out, followed by a crazy laugh from the room.
To be continued...