quicksilver blood

Chapter 148 Survivor

Old Joseph lay on the ground panting heavily.

——or rather, lingering.

His entire left arm was almost completely burnt, leaving only a stubble of about ten centimeters, emitting faint flames.

And his body was broken directly from the waist into two pieces, with a considerable amount of flesh missing in the middle, and the cut surface of the wound was covered with pitch-black scorched marks, which locked the wound that was constantly bleeding, and slowed down his death.

He never imagined that after the mountain man was ignited by his poisonous fire, he would still have the strength to throw his blade shield at him.

Because he was guiding the poisonous fire before, it was already too late by the time Old Joseph discovered the blade shield.

All he could do was to jump straight up, letting the blade shield that was flying towards his chest, enough to split his heart and lung lobes in half, roll towards his lower abdomen.

Old Joseph never thought about blocking such a stupid thing with his own hands.

Just looking at the aura of the blade shield flying towards him, he knew that it was definitely not an attack that a flesh and blood body could block.

Instead of crippling one of his arms uselessly to slow down the speed of the blade shield and further increase his pain, he would not do such a stupid thing.

as predicted.

Blade Shield got out from behind him, like crushing a piece of tofu without any resistance.

The thick black iron chain was connected to the end of the blade shield, shaking at a high speed like a snake's tail constantly swinging, passing dangerously across the left side of Old Joseph's head, and the strong wind left bloodstains on his left face .

After that, five loud bangs sounded in succession behind Old Joseph—the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

Then, the icy cold wind swept from behind, and the snowflakes were blown by the wind, rising and falling.

Probably cut five trees.

Old Joseph made calculations in his mind.

The lower half of his body fell backwards under the action of inertia, while the upper half of his body fell forward due to the strong wind, and he could even touch his ankle with his left hand open.

...was it cut in two?

No, it's fine if it's just cut in two.

If there is anesthesia, old Joseph alone can sew his two parts of the body and intestines together.

As for repairing the kidney and liver that may be broken in half, and the spleen that is as crisp as tofu, it needs the help of divine arts.

However, Old Joseph smiled wryly and found that the part of himself that he could no longer feel seemed to be a little more than the legs not far from the upper body.

To put it simply, apart from the upper body and lower body on the ground, part of Old Joseph's body was directly pulverized by the high-speed rotating blade shield, and hit the tree with him.

... There is nothing worse than this.

Old Joseph could easily mend his damaged body, at least until he received regular treatment.

However, in the face of a large amount of minced meat filled in the gaps of the blade shield and cooked through intense friction, Old Joseph really couldn't think of a way to deal with it other than adding some salt and spices.

It's the same even if the minced meat was originally from his own body.

Old Joseph looked down at his current "part", and then at the "part" in the lower half, to determine how much he was missing.

"Two kidneys, half a liver, and half a roll of intestines... It's so good, it can make a pot of broth."

Old Joseph laughed without a smile, felt the empty lower half of his body, spat, and cursed in a low voice.

If there is no accident, I am afraid that I will not survive today.

However, because the poisonous fire that burned Kluveen and the plants on the ground before was continuously flowing at this moment, it provided old Joseph with matter and energy.In addition, because the wound has been sealed by high temperature, he will not be able to die for a while.I can only maintain this half-dead state here to stand up the corpse until the organ fails and dies.

Old Joseph would rather die.

He has cleared the people of Orlando of traitors.He was so proud of it that it wouldn't matter if he died here right now.

Besides, he was almost dead anyway.

Old Joseph's eyes flickered, his voice distorted and deformed together with his sight, and the strange whistling faintly coming from his ears made his heart tremble like a foreign world.

"Lord Orlando..."

His pupils gradually dilated, and he murmured.

"...Joseph? Why are you in such a mess?"

At the same time as a familiar and doubtful voice sounded above his head, old Joseph's desire to survive suddenly boiled——

Can live well, who would choose to die for no reason?
"Lord Orlando! Help me!"

Old Joseph didn't care about his face, and immediately called for help to Roland.

But he didn't know that Roland didn't know what expression to make at the moment.

Among other things, the huge wound on his belly made Roland marvel at Old Joseph's vitality.

The kind of injury that disappeared between the upper half and the lower half reminded Roland of those victims on earth who were tied to the rails and were run over by a train.

It broke from the ribs, and then down to the hip bone.There was no flesh and blood smeared on the ground, but just disappeared out of thin air.

Coupled with his left hand that was completely burned by something... It was like a candle, dripping down continuously.

What kind of thing can cause such injuries...

"Glory to the Master—"

Although Roland didn't know why old Joseph appeared here, and he didn't know why old Joseph was seriously injured, but Roland still stretched out his right hand to press his On the forehead, a chant to heal the wound was sung.

"You are able to strengthen me, because I am in harmony with the gospel you have preached, and with the truth you have revealed."

As Roland chanted, silver-white light shone like water, gushing out from Roland's palm, turning into a shining silver cross and branding it on Old Joseph's forehead.

"My god, my lord, the mentor of the eternal sleep, please take care of him as you look after me, so that there will be light in his eyes, so that he will not fall into eternal sleep—"

[You used harmless chant on a target other than yourself... The target is Joseph (level 32 martyr), the request has been submitted]

[Eternal Sleep Instructor has approved your request]

Martyr? !

Roland's brows couldn't help but twitch.

When did he become the priest of the Sleeping Mentor?
Martyrs are not some weird sect - Roland's game character before time travel, the coffin-bearer's pre-occupation is a martyr.

Silver light spewed out from the cross in front of Old Joseph's forehead immediately, wrapping the two parts of his body.

The next moment, the lower half of Old Joseph's body turned into fly ash, and the broken body quickly grew a brand new body——

In just about three seconds, old Joseph got up from the ground.

He tried to shake his right hand, feeling unprecedented strength.

Roland's harmless chant not only eliminated his serious injuries and restored his vitality, but also eliminated the hidden injuries that had accumulated during the day.

...Is this also the power of the Sleeping Mentor?

Old Joseph couldn't help but secretly dumbfounded.

"Lord Orlando, thank you very much..."

As soon as old Joseph got up, he knelt down again and bowed deeply towards Roland.

"Don't panic. Tell me what happened before." Roland's voice was very flat, without any emotion. "Didn't I tell you not to come out in the town without special events?"

"That's something special, my lord Orlando."

Old Joseph looked serious.

"...An Ruosi, help me find out why the trees in the back fell down. Then use the detection of humanoid creatures and report the results to me."

"Okay, Mr. Roland."

Finding a random reason to send An Ruosi away, Roland narrowed his eyes slightly, and stared down at the old Joseph who was crouching over him to pay the money.

"I hope you can give me a good enough reason."

"I don't need disobedient people... I hope you can forgive me."

Roland spoke word by word in a very soft voice.

(End of this chapter)