I'm here to save the world, what are you doing?

Sanita stared at the flame in surprise for a moment, with the flickering flames reflected in her eyes, as if she didn't expect Lucius to take out this thing.

"Of course you can. After all, destruction itself is a form of purification."

Sanita sighed, a hint of helplessness flashed in her eyes:

"But the problem is, if you use this as a medium, you'll need to maintain the release state for at least twenty minutes. Can you guarantee that your magic power won't be exhausted during this process?"

"Furthermore, due to the nature of the flame itself, those most deeply infected will be burned along with the virus during the purification process."

"After the decontamination is complete, no more than half of the people in the containment zone will survive."

The reason why the First Spring is the best choice is because of the gentle nature of its water properties.

Lucius: Is there such a good thing?

"It's okay, it's a necessary sacrifice."

Lucius' voice was firm and calm, and the flames in his palms seemed to grow more active and brighter with his determination.

It's a pity that none of the people present were dragon seed scholars, otherwise they would have discovered that this was actually a sign of happiness.

"As for whether I can hold on..."

Lucius suddenly smiled, confidently and calmly:

"I could spend all day on this."

"Go prepare for the ceremony. Everyone will cooperate with you unconditionally. Let's settle this trouble today."

"We are happy to help."

Sanita bowed slightly, her movements graceful and respectful.

After saluting, she immediately turned around, her skirt drawing a perfect arc on the ground. Her back was neat and resolute, and she quickly started to move, her footsteps gradually fading away in the corridor.

As the afterglow of the setting sun shone on the surface of the northern reservoir, Lucius and his party had already arrived at the lake on horseback.

"Is this the arrangement?"

Lucius looked around curiously, his eyes sweeping across the calm lake and the empty shore.

He didn't know much about ritual magic, but from what he observed at the scene, it seemed that Sanita didn't make many arrangements, which was far from what he had imagined.

Oh, I thought I could see some big scene.

"All necessary preparations have been made at the bottom of the lake."

Sanita smiled slightly, with a confident glint in her eyes.

The setting sun cast a soft warm hue on her fair face, making her look even more mysterious than usual.

What she didn't tell Lucius was that for a ceremony to be successful, the host of the ceremony was more important than the arrangement.

"It's almost time. Please enter the center of the lake and prepare to begin the ceremony."

"walk slowly."

Lucius nodded, took off his shirt to reveal his strong and muscular upper body, and then got on a small boat moored by the shore.

The boat slowly moved to the center of the lake. Lucius got off the boat and immersed his whole body in the cold lake water.

After sunset, Sanita began to chant ancient spells in a low voice. Her voice was soft but contained a kind of supreme power.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but Iveliya always felt that she seemed to have heard these strange syllables somewhere before.

The ceremony began——

Lucius' body began to glow, and flowing, translucent liquid fire seeped out from his fingertips, the corners of his eyes, and every inch of his skin, like molten gold, and like a living thing with its own will.

The moment the dragon flame came into contact with the water, the magic circle engraved on the bottom of the lake suddenly lit up, and the complex runes flashed with dazzling light.

The flames and water merged into one in a harmony that defied the laws of nature, spreading out across the lake in a flowing golden-red painting, then spreading ashore like a tide, unstoppable.

The first wave of flames touched the people on the shore. It did not feel as hot as imagined, but warm like spring, gently surrounding everyone's body.

Everyone felt an unprecedented clarity and lightness, and all fatigue and gloom were swept away.

The flames spread along the water system, which was like the blood vessels of the city, transporting the fire of life to every street and every corner. Eventually, the entire city of Eselion was engulfed in a sea of ​​fire.

The blazing flames dyed the sky, which had just darkened, golden red again, as if the sun had risen again, pushing the night back below the horizon.

The people in the city came out of their houses in surprise, staring at this strange sight with wide eyes. Some even knelt down and prayed involuntarily, thinking that it was a miracle.

Those severely infected were turned to ashes in an instant under the touch of this sacred fire. There was no screaming, no struggling. Their pain was finally relieved. This was a redemption that liberated them from endless torture.

Thirty minutes later, Lucius stopped the output of Dragon Flame.

Soon, his voice came from the center of the lake:

"Xiao Ai, come and help Brother Lu, I have no strength left!"

Damn, misjudgment.

It was indeed too difficult to release a sea of ​​fire that could engulf a large city with the strength of a fifth-level cultivator.

"Brother Lu, I'm here to help you!"

Iveliya moved extremely fast, and everyone felt as if a gust of wind was blowing past them. After they came to their senses, they could only see her back as she swung the oars in the small boat, leaving an afterimage.

"Brother Lu, are you okay?"

Carefully pulling the soaked Lucius out of the cold lake, Iveliya gently placed her knees under his wet head, letting the dripping water soak her white stockings bit by bit.

She didn't care about these things, but just looked at the other person's slightly tired eyes with concern, which were full of worry but also flashed with tenderness.

Her upper body leaned forward slightly, a strand of gray hair fell beside Lucius' cheek. Iveliya gently wiped the water droplets from his forehead with her sleeve, and the touch of her fingertips was as light as a feather.

"I'm fine, just a little tired."

Lucius forced a weak but satisfied smile, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, with a bit of complacency:

"Well, Brother Lu saved a city this time, isn't that impressive?"

After hearing this, Iveliya's tense face finally relaxed and she breathed a sigh of relief.

She curled her eyes slightly, revealing a sweet smile, and reached out to gently pinch his cheek:

"Awesome, awesome! Brother Lu is the best!"

In fact, Iveliya doesn't care about what happens to Aetherion, she only cares about Lucius.

Although Lucius stopped the output, the flames that had been released would not be extinguished until the pollution was cleared.

The fire continued to burn until late at night.

When the last bit of golden-red light dissipated, the night sky of Aetherion returned to calm, with only the stars still twinkling.

But everyone knew that the city had been completely cleansed and the threat of the brain rot epidemic had passed.

Martial law was lifted, and the survivors took to the streets to celebrate. The whole city was revitalized, with cheers and laughter echoing in every street, a hundred times more lively than any festival.

At midnight, at the manor where Lucius was staying.

"My young lord, Aetherion will never forget your kindness."

Mayor Theodore bowed deeply, his eyes gleaming with sincere gratitude:

"Without you, the entire city would become a hotbed of chaos."

"The people of the city are grateful."

Lucius sat in the main seat. Although he was still a little tired, his mental state had improved a lot.

"That's what I should do, Mr. Mayor."

"Thanks to you this time, Lucius."

Ferdinand came forward and gave Lucius a big hug.

"There's no need for these polite words between us."

Lucius smiled and said, "Besides, this time it's not just my credit. Iveliya and Sanita are the key."

"Without them, we probably wouldn't have any clues right now."

"of course."

Ferdinand's expression became serious, and he saluted the two ladies solemnly:

"Ladies, the Bourne family will always remember this kindness."

There was an unprecedented solemnity in his deep voice.

The sword of the Bourne family is ready to be unsheathed to protect friends at any time.

After the meeting, Sanita came to Lucius and extended an invitation:

"I want to go for a walk in the city and feel the lively atmosphere. Do you want to come with me, young lord?"

"I won't go. I'm really overworked today and need a good rest."

Lucius declined Sanita's invitation, then seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes became meaningful:

"Speaking of which, I was surprised that the Son of Doom didn't come to disrupt the ceremony this time."

"That's right~"

Sanita raised her lips into a perfect arc, with a hint of cunning in her eyes:

"Perhaps they don't have the courage to confront the young lord head-on?"

"That's pretty scary."

Lucius smiled and shook his head without saying anything else.

"Good night, young lord."

Sanita nodded slightly, turned and left the room.

When Sanita walked out of the manor, the moonlight cast her slender figure on the cobblestone road. The smile on her lips gradually became cold, and her eyes became sharp as a knife.

In the end, she did not appear on the streets of Etherion, but in a remote church.

In the colorful light coming through the church's stained glass windows, the members of the Sons of Doom sat upright, as if waiting for her arrival.

"Marcus, is everyone here?"

Sanita glanced coldly at the audience, as if to confirm the number of people.

"It's all here, deacon."

Marcus, the leader of the Aetherion Doomson faction, bowed his head and answered respectfully.

"May I ask what mission you are planning to assign us?"

"Are you going to create a new crisis while Aethelion has just survived a crisis and everyone is letting down their guard?"

"As expected of a deputy priest, you've really thought it through!"

Marcus, excited.

"it's not true."

Sanita shook her head.

"So what are you planning?"

"Remove the worries for the young lord."

Sanita clapped her hands.

Then, a teeth-grinding sound was heard in the church, like claws scratching the ground.

Marcus turned around and was shocked to see that in the shadows under the feet of the Sons of Doom members, a group of hideous pink monsters were excitedly crawling out of the ground.

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PS: This should be the only chapter today. I’m not sure about tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, because I have to go to a friend’s house to help a friend on Sunday, so I have to save some drafts to ensure stable updates.

63+1: Ivylia: Damn, another me! (4K)

The moon was high in the sky, and Sanita walked back to the manor under the moonlight.