Chapter 737: Section 506: Wisdom is the Most Dangerous Weapon in Human Hands (Part Four)
The next morning, at the Demon Hunter Guild’s equipment yard, while waiting for the sled, Malin listened to Niergen boast. According to this young man, in the fjords to the north of Copenhagen, there lay a vast city of the dead, filled with all manner of Spirits, different kind, and rogue Machine Souls, and of course, mostly the souls of the deceased scattered everywhere.
"Those poor souls are residents from the Great Destruction Era, only retaining memories from before their death. They’re harmless most of the time, but when they’re hit by a beam from a purple flashlight or a purple flare, they go into a rampage until they’re purified by the purple light, or the flashlight and flare are destroyed," Niergen claimed.
"What about a flash?" Malin, while arranging his magazine without looking back, asked.
"Flash?" The young Niergen didn’t understand.
So Malin had to give a simpler explanation, "It’s when the flashlight is turned on and off instantly."
"It causes unrest, but as long as it doesn’t last more than two seconds there won’t be a problem. If it does, those souls irreversibly turn into malevolent spirits, until the light source is destroyed or they are purified, and then they’ll gradually calm down."
"I understand," Malin said as he placed the loaded magazine back in the double-layered magazine pouch on his chest.
Residents of Northern Europe before the Great Destruction Era would never have believed they would have such a tragic day.
"That being said, it’s too dangerous over there. Only legendary Demon Hunters or Tech Hunters would consider going to take a look. It’s too cold, and the real treasures are often in the city itself, which is just too perilous," Niergen sighed as he said, "When I was very young, I thought I could become a Tech Hunter, but later I found out that I’m not sensitive enough to things from before the Great Destruction Era. In the test, I picked the most useless trash from a pile of Great Destruction Era items ten times out of ten."
Malin turned to look at this unlucky fellow. Geez, how could you be so cursed?
Wait a minute, the kid’s skin color... seemed a bit like that.