Chapter 112: Great Devouring Wyrm Larva

Seeing what Markok had vomited, Silas, with his weak stomach, immediately felt like dry heaving and quickly turned his head, not looking.

Unlike Silas, Logan and Father Anthony seemed to have seen something at this moment, their faces extremely grave.

Logan quickly put on a pair of silver-grey gloves, strode forward, and pinched a piece of the rotting minced meat.

Rustle…

Silas, on this side, once again heard that strange rustling sound.

Turning his head and locking his gaze between Logan's two fingers, he saw Logan pinching an invisible thing, only thumb-sized.

Silas still couldn't see what it was; all he could see at this moment were Logan's fingers, as if pinching air.

"Captain Logan, this is…" Father Anthony's face was grave, his expression tinged with hesitation, somewhat uncertain.

Logan nodded. "That's right. A high-level familiar monster of Sequence Three, a Great Devouring Wyrm larva, which requires 37 points of Spirit Vision to contact."

"Great Devouring Wyrm again!?" Hearing this, a chill instantly rose in Silas's heart.

"Although I don't know if that man in black is still here, it's certain that he has left behind a contingency and is starting to plot a new plan."

Logan turned to look at the contemplative Silas and said with approval, "Silas, you did very well. Although rushing to the clinic was somewhat reckless and impulsive, your decision-making and execution throughout the process have impressed me."

Father Anthony, also knowing Silas's performance in the clinic from Roland's description, patted his shoulder and said with affirmation, "Indeed, the judgment of the Master and the Bishop is not wrong. You did very well."

Silas snapped back to reality and smiled. "After studying so hard for so long, I should at least make some progress, right?"

"It would be even better if you could be more prudent next time," Logan said, taking out a pitch-black bottle with silver patterns and putting the larva, invisible to Silas, inside.

Silas had also learned his lesson this time and nodded vigorously. "I'll be careful next time. Thinking back now, this operation was a bit too self-righteous."

Logan put down the bottle and smiled. "Don't think too much. I'm not against handling cases alone, it's just that you are still inexperienced, and acting alone rashly can easily lead to problems. You are now our core seed personnel; we can't let you run into problems while you're still growing."

Silas knew what he meant and smiled, nodding. "Thank you for your concern, Captain Logan, and Father Anthony."

After briefly lecturing Silas, Logan turned to look at Markok's body. "The inside of his body has been severely corroded by these things, and his spirit has been deeply affected. We can only hand him over to Father Hank. If treated in time, there is still hope for a complete cure."

Afterward, Logan used his unique bell to notify Azure Moon Agent Father Hank and the nuns responsible for cleaning. After the clergymen quickly transported Markok away, the three sat down in the inner hall.

Father Anthony frowned, analyzing, "This matter is a bit too strange."

Logan drank a cup of coffee. "If Roland is correct, then the source of all problems lies with that deceased pregnant woman. That pregnant woman may have died unnaturally, and someone laid a vicious hand on the child in her womb."

"Based on Markok's corpse-eating habits, he was most likely influenced by the ghouls of the Cold Church," Father Anthony analyzed.

Silas pondered for a moment and asked, "Then what's the deal with this Great Devouring Wyrm larva?"

Logan explained, "The Great Devouring Wyrm is a high-level independent familiar. An adult Great Devouring Wyrm requires 50 points of Spirit Vision to contact. All familiars are not creatures of this world, and their living habits are different. According to records, the Great Devouring Wyrm needs to devour minerals and nutrients during its growth, and it also requires a certain amount of life energy. There is no place in our natural world that simultaneously satisfies these conditions."

"So they parasitize the human body, obtaining minerals and nutrients by devouring human bones?" Silas suddenly remembered that boneless dead infant.

Logan nodded. "Yes. The problem now is, who put the larva of this Great Devouring Wyrm into that pregnant woman's body."

Silas wanted to speak out at this moment, but the words died on his lips because this matter couldn't be explained clearly now.

At least, not from his mouth.

Father Anthony stood up. "I will go with the battle nuns now to cordon off that dangerous clinic."

Logan waved his hand. "It's the Azure Moon Festival now. Don't rashly change your work. Especially at this time, our deployment cannot be disrupted."

Recalling the incident with the ghost ship last time, Father Anthony was filled with vigilance. "Alright."

Logan looked at his pocket watch. "For now, let the police control it slightly so that no one approaches the clinic. There are still three and a half hours until dark. I'll go over and take a look tonight."

"Okay! I'll go prepare now," Father Anthony nodded vigorously, turned, and quickly left.

Then Logan turned to look at Silas. "Get ready, you'll go with me tonight. Jeros said before he left that I should take you along more often. I originally planned to take you to handle matters after you had completed your one-month adaptation period. Since you are so eager to improve, then come along."

Regarding this matter, Silas naturally wouldn't refuse and said eagerly, "Alright, I'll go prepare now."

Looking at Silas's departing figure, Logan reminded, "According to your description just now, this mystical incident is most likely related to ghouls and phantoms. When preparing, bring more silver-grey powder and thunder talismans, as well as Tiger Blood Potion, which can break through the mystical mental power of phantoms."

"Okay!" Silas nodded, preparing to go to the logistics department later to get some equipment.

"By the way, you seem to have taken a magic potion, right?" Logan suddenly asked.

Silas was taken aback, then nodded. "Yes."

Logan smiled. "When you have time, focus on learning knowledge related to magic potions. It will be of great help to your future."

Silas "oh"-ed and nodded, somewhat bewildered. He wasn't a Demon Hunter, so how could learning about magic potions help him?

Walking out of the Moonflower Chapel, Silas found that the snow had stopped. The dark clouds had dispersed, and the sun had appeared.

The white snow reflected the sunlight, making the whole world seem exceptionally dazzling.

"If the three moons in this world are all gods, then is this sun a god?" Silas suddenly thought.

"Forget it, I don't have the energy to explore these things now. I need to hurry up and deal with the clinic problem."

He clenched his fists. "The man in black hasn't appeared yet. With his kind of power, yet still acting so furtively, it means there is something in this city that makes him apprehensive, or he himself has been seriously injured by some existence and is unable to act."

"Could it be that the old man with the scythe is still in this city!?" Silas suddenly thought.