Netheril’s Glory
chapter-116-30041322

It didn't take long for Punk to get out of the lush Jungle. The side effects of the activating potion had also passed, and after using quite a lot of prophesy spells and a few Swiftness spells, it only took one night to reach the outer periphery of the lush Jungle.

By the time the first rays of sunlight shone on the wilderness in the morning, Punk had already returned to the small town of Niailan. Of course, Punk didn't look for a ride; instead started to run back at his full speed.

At this moment, his main priority was to get back to the white tower as soon as possible and repair No. 1. After all, No. 1 was a very important part of his combat power and also his only advantage against those old and experienced official powerhouses. So naturally, Punk wouldn't be able to rest assured until it was completely fixed.

In addition, Punk also planned to find a soul with a firm will as soon as possible to refine another Activation potion. The effect of this potion in the previous battle made Punk very satisfied, and it also played a huge role in his victory against the high priest.

At the same time, the effectiveness of the "Activation Potion" also made him more curious about the other potions in McNeesey's notes.

Obviously, Punk also didn't forget the most crucial thing in his do list, which was to figure out a method to acquire the legendary equipment from the hand of that so-called "goddess." And Punk also had to deal with the feud that was already formed between him and Ti Xiaer.

"From the current mental situation of that self-proclaimed Goddess, her actions in Dolez city will definitely become crazier and crazier. So if the official-level dwarf warrior of Dolez City really cares about the City, he will definitely fight with her. And if I cooperate with him, I might still be able to make a fortune at that time!"

Punk secretly made up his mind to use the information of Ti Xiaer to make use of the official dwarf warrior.

Punk, obviously, did not expect that the stubborn dwarf was only loyal to the Hyde family and didn't care about the life and death of the Dolez city. But now, what he also didn't expect was a scene that appeared in front of him just after entering the small town of Niailan.

The originally beautiful and peaceful town of Niailan had completely turned into a ghost town at this moment. The original neat streets were littered with miscellaneous stuff, and there was also a large patch of blood at the street entrance, which seemed to tell a tragic story that happened here.

The most bizarre thing was that several of the town residents, who were as pale as wax figures, were huddled in the corner of the street, and many of their limbs were twisted in weird angles, but their faces were as indifferent to it as if it was how things were supposed to be.

Some of the townspeople, who seemed to be hungry, only occasionally took out a small piece of dry bread, melted it with saliva, and swallowed it, and then once again stared at the distance silently with the same empty gaze.

"What's going on here!"

Punk walked through the middle of the empty street while watching these ashen-faced townspeople.

"They seemed to be infected with some magical disease!"

On the way, Punk could sense a subtle wave of destructive magical fluctuation that was rampant in almost all the townspeople's bodies.

"But where did this magical disease come from?"

Punk could be sure that these people did not have any signs of illness when he left, but now somehow, they all became so sick that they even lost the ability to move. And then the number of people was also not quite right.

While observing, Punk walked through the most prosperous area of the town of Niailan, which was now also a desolate scene. The only bakery in the town has been burned to a pile of ashes, and some everyday stuff like clothes and pots were scattered on the ground in front of the door. It seemed like the shop owner escaped in a hurry.

Now there was only a variety of cursed graffiti on the remnant walls of the shop.

"It looks like something extraordinary happened during the week when I was absent!"

Punk playfully walked to a wall and looked at the spider pattern drawn with human blood on it.

If a certain cult caused the situation of this small town, then Punk would not be surprised at all, after all, that mysterious Ti Xiaer obviously had some means of brainwashing people, so if she abandoned all considerations and use the full force of her crazy religion, then she could definitely turn the residents of several nearby towns into unreasonable fanatics in just a few days.

But in that case, the situation here should not be a picture where many patients infected with a mysterious disease were waiting for death.

"This inexplicable disease is indeed somewhat intriguing."

Although Punk was curious about what happened in the past week he was away; he still did not intend to use prophetic spells to probe into the matter.

The information obtained from a prophesy spell had only a general overview, and many details would be missed. And many times, essential clues stay hidden in those details.

So he decided to explore in a way where he could get almost all the information. For example, he could directly ask the involved party. After all, who could know more than the people affected by the disaster!

Madd was a small-time gangster in the town of Niailan. He usually did some blackmailing and collected protection money. He had a pretty leisurely life, but what happened in the last few days made him feel like he was in a nightmare.

First, he met a group of preaching lunatics and was almost forced to drink something called "holy water." Then after being chased for two streets, he finally managed to get rid of those madmen.

After that, the next day, he suddenly fell to the ground and broke several of his bones inexplicably. Later, the city guards entered the town and expelled those lunatics. Only after then did he learned that he had been infected with a terrible plague.

Now abandoned in this alley to fend for himself, Madd had already eaten all the food left by the city guards. His body, which would suffer multiple fractures just by a little touch, was completely immobile. He could only lie on the ground and endure the pain brought by extreme hunger that was like a group of beasts biting the inside of his stomach.

Just as Madd's consciousness was about to fall into obscurity, a warm feeling suddenly poured into his body. He felt as if someone had injected the brilliance of Mira into his blood, and he felt a little strength returning to his body once again.

When Madd strugglingly opened his eyes a little, a young man in a black robe with blood-red patterns appeared in his vision. Most of the young man's face was hidden by a hood, and when the young man turned his back toward the sun, Madd got a glimpse of his blue eyes that looked mysterious in the shadow. A green light was radiating from the young man's hand and shining directly onto his heart. A burst of vitality poured into his limbs, but at this moment, Madd only felt a biting coldness, and his instinct told him that It was definitely not a fortunate thing to receive help from this mysterious young man.

Punk seeing that the man in front of him had come to his senses, naturally stopped the Healing spell and then, ignoring the loud bone-cracking sound, lifted the other party from the ground.

"My lord... my lord, what can this little one do for you? I will do whatever my lord orders. Please have mercy on me; I have an eighty-year-old mother at home..."

Although Madd, who was grabbed by his collar, didn't know what the other party wanted to do, he still begged while enduring the severe pain of broken bones. After all, from his perspective, Punk looked like one of those mysterious and moody mages, and if his actions were seen as impolite, then he would definitely have an even worse end than dying from the plague.

Punk didn't respond to the other party's begging at all. He ordered No. 1 to be on guard behind him and then begun to chant a spell in a low voice. He was casting an official-level mental/spiritual spell-memory reading: which could read the memory of a creature whose level was lower than the caster. Although there was a chance One with extremely powerful willpower or by using qi could resist this spell, but in this particular case, where it was used on a half-dead ordinary person, Punk didn't have to worry about that.

Without saying anything, Punk stretched out a finger covered with a layer of metallic silver and then, ignoring Madd's begging and fearful gaze, lightly touched the place between his brow.

The moment the Punk's fingers touched Madd's skin, the silver liquid energy immediately divided into countless slender tentacles, and then these tentacles wriggled through Madd's eyes and ears and then as Madd's body begun to shake violently, all his memories since his birth was presented into Punk's mind like a book.

Now, Punk only needed to flip the book named "Madd's Memory" to a week ago, and everything would be projected in his mind like a slideshow.