Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 277 The Gift of the Dragons of Destiny
As the dungeon countdown began, Lin Bo bid farewell to his halfling and Tiflin teammates and strode back to the lighthouse.

Today marks the day the miraculous medicine crucible arrives in Hongdu.

Their deeds have long been known throughout the archipelago and the world, with the media describing it as an era of frequent miracles.

The Kening Empire accepted the reality of divine intervention in the mortal world with a mixture of fear and surprise, while in other parts of the world, countless people were discussing, doubting, resenting, and pleading.

The spread of the disease was rapid, and the trauma it caused was unprecedented.

This virus has been proven to be extremely aggressive towards cardiopulmonary function and brain nerves. For those with weak constitutions, it can take less than three days from the onset of the disease to death. Even if they survive, they will be left with irreversible sequelae, such as weakness, sluggishness, and forgetfulness.

The number of infected people is spreading rapidly, and blocks of streets in the city are being forcibly locked down, leaving patients to fend for themselves. Hearse trucks are full every day, and in just one month, many public cemeteries have been filled. In countries that practice cremation, billowing black smoke rises day and night, and the flames from cremation burn through the furnace.

The Kening Empire is now the only region that possesses both a vaccine and a cure. While scholars worldwide are at a loss, and priests from various nations pray day and night, the people of the Sail Islands wait by their mailboxes and radios, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the miraculous procession.

Heiwei Island, Hongdu, this international metropolis is still hosting an expo, but the exhibition has been suspended for more than half a month due to the impact of the epidemic.

The shadow of death made the streets even more desolate than usual. Pedestrians wore cotton masks or scarves and always hurried along.

In the early morning, the hearse carrying the remains slowly drove by. The open-air carriage was flanked by high railings, and the bodies wrapped in body bags were piled up to the point of overflowing.

Most of these bodies came from the sewers and eventually ended up at the bottom of the bay, where they were dumped from the bridge and sank to the bottom in no time.

The old priest and the lighthouse apprentice stood on the deck as the ship passed under the bridge. Heavy body bags fell in droves like boulders rolling down a mountain stream, crashing onto the water and creating loud splashes.

The steamship's horn reverberated through the buildings and harbor in the morning light. The morticians responsible for transporting the corpses witnessed the black-clad monks on the ship's deck, and the enormous, moon-like crucible they were surrounding.

The witnesses cheered loudly, and the news spread like wildfire.

The ship's whistle sounded again and again, echoing through the port, the waterways, the streets, and the clock tower.

The captain and crew were all beaming, repeatedly playing their powerful flutes in celebration of the arrival of the leader of the Cult of Miracles.

Half an hour later, the ship docked, and dozens of clock towers in Hongdu rang out one after another, waking the city. The night shift workers were still fast asleep, and the early risers opened their windows. People ran past the apartment buildings, cheering and shouting, and the people in the houses leaned out to ask what had happened.

"The Miracle Cult of the Stone Tower has come to Hongdu!" A pedestrian downstairs answered vigorously, his voice still clear amidst the clamor, like a muffled thunderclap on a summer night, rousing his drowsy mind.

Behind each door and window, the joyful screams of women and children rang out, and the strong young men roared and rushed downstairs, carrying the family's pots and pans on their backs, ready to receive the divinely bestowed medicine.

The scene, even more enthusiastic and lively than last year's Descent of the Gods, stirred the heart of the empire.

Journalists and writers described the day as a "collective carnival of doomsday spirits," and a special cocktail named after it was created that day. It had a spicy and sweet taste and was made with a divinely inspired herbal remedy as a base. The authentic doomsday spirits could only be tasted during these few days, and everything that followed would be a fake.

At the square in front of the Hongdu Cathedral, Emperor Köven Ewyn of Kening arrived by carriage with his princess, but was blocked at the entrance of the square by the crowd and could not drive in. He had to get out of the carriage and walk, with royal guards clearing the way, and slowly squeeze to the front of the kneeling crowd.

The old priest had already begun distributing the medicinal soup. He first set up the crucible, then set up the stew pot for boiling water. He added a spoonful of the medicinal soup to a bowl of boiled water and gave it to the people to drink. It was effective immediately.

The emperor, holding a bowl of soup, knelt before the three-eyed seagull and praised its miraculous grace.

The young major saw his father accompanying the emperor; they exchanged a glance, each with a slight smile on their hardened faces. When the emperor cried out, begging for a miracle, his voice was repeated by the guards, echoing through the crowd like a surging tide of prayer. The city roared, and the bay trembled.

The sunlight in the sky gathered into a cluster, and then the radiance transformed into a cloaked figure. Lin Bo's illusory body stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the vast urban area of ​​Hongdu and looking down at the colorful crowd.

In his divine state, he heard a voice, a woman's voice with a timbre as bright as the ripples on water.

"You've come again. You should have come sooner. I've longed for you for so long, but you wouldn't show yourself. My king of dragons, you've abandoned me, leaving me to suffer death in longing, three thousand four hundred and sixty-two deaths. Now you've finally come here, sending your messenger to watch over me with your illusions."

"My voice was once a thousand bronze bells, so loud that, whether they are now broken or abandoned, they would still ring for you. My dear fellow human. Look toward the industrial zone, look at my true name, and you will know the heart of the empire."

Lin Bo gazed at a corner of Hongdu and saw an intricate dragon language rune through the factory's smoke and haze.

The dragon of Hongdu said to him, "My sweetheart, you should become the king of the archipelago, and seek out each of my kind, so that they may speak their true names. When you need help, we will give you our assistance. I want you to be invincible, and I want your wishes to come true."

[Important Notice from the Network: An abnormal disturbance in the probability flow of fate has been detected. When you are in a specific area of ​​this plane, you will receive a permanent luck buff (↑)]

Lin Bo has already discovered the true names of many towns on White Stone Island, and fragments of the world's spirit are bestowing blessings upon him.

The prerequisite for this assistance is that he can sense these destined dragons, whether in their true form or in an illusion, or by projecting his senses to a certain place through other means of communication, and the dragons there will bestow their favor upon him.

The buffs from the Destiny Dragons can be stacked. Although the effects are reduced, you can receive multiple blessings at the same time, which can also make the increase in luck value quite considerable.

Even if it doesn't achieve the desired outcome, its benefit to research work is obvious.

Whether it's deducing rune shapes or constructing genetic incantations, the help of many dragons helps him pinpoint the correct answer from millions of possibilities, thus accelerating the process considerably.

To achieve this, Lin Bo needed to manufacture many communication devices, crystal spheres, and matching magic eyes.

He embedded the magic eye into a pendant and distributed it to churches throughout the Kening Empire, entrusting it to the clergy there for safekeeping. In this way, every settlement, from cities to villages, was under Lin Bo's watchful eye.

The old priest presented a magic eye pendant to the high priest of the Hongdu Cathedral, who was once the high priest of the Imperial Five Gods Sect and remains an important figure in the Church of Miracles.

“God is here.” The old priest looked at the slightly younger Hongdu High Priest before him. “You shall love all beings as you love miracles. You shall not violate the doctrines and precepts, you shall not do unjust things, you shall not deceive, you shall not disobey. Are you willing to obey?”

The high priest of Hongdu hurriedly lowered his head and knelt before the old priest dressed in plain black, who then affixed the Demon Eye pendant to his forehead to signify that he had become the vessel for the divine eye. Afterward, the pendant was hung on the high priest's chest, attached to his magnificent priestly robes embroidered with gold and silver.

The second month of spring has begun.

Cifu Pharmaceutical Company began wholesaling vaccines free of charge, and clinics in various places opened one after another, establishing a basic medical framework. With continued investment, it will eventually benefit millions of people.

Meanwhile, countries began to try every means to obtain vaccines and elixirs. Those spies with numerous battle achievements continued to steal technical data from the mysterious mechanical workshops while trying to infiltrate pharmaceutical companies and expeditions.

They desperately wanted these medicines to save the people of their homeland.

(End of this chapter)