The Last Alchemist

Chapter 243 Farewell? (twenty three)

"How could this happen? How could this happen?"

Veronica also saw abnormalities around the wound, and she panicked.

Rosen frowned: "Weini, don't you still have the power to emit white light? Try to see if you can block it!"

Veronica's body immediately lit up with a hazy white light, especially near the wound, the white light looked very bright.

At this critical moment, Rosen did not care about etiquette. He squatted down, took out the dagger from the side of his leg, carefully cut open the clothes near the wound, and carefully observed the situation around the wound.

He saw that the wound on Veronica's waist was about five or six centimeters long and nearly half a centimeter deep. It looked like a ferocious bloody mouth. The skin within about 5 centimeters near the wound had completely changed. It became blue-black, and blocked by the white light, the blue-black skin seemed to have stopped spreading. No, it was still spreading, but at a very slow speed.

"Ah~~~~" Veronica couldn't help but scream in pain again. Because of the severe pain, her hands tightly grasped the stone railings of the fountain. There were already a lot of cracks on the stone railings.

"How do you feel now?" Rosen asked hurriedly. Faced with this completely unknown situation, he couldn't find a way to deal with it.

"It hurts! It hurts so much! It's like a knife is stirring inside my waist!" Veronica's face was full of pain, and her forehead was covered in cold sweat.

The situation is very urgent.

Rosen was horrified and said hurriedly: "I'll try to help you drain the poisonous blood from the wound! Just bear with it!"

"Yeah!" Veronica gritted her teeth and nodded.

Rosen activated his magic power, quickly sterilized the dagger in his hand, and cut Veronica's blackened skin with force. As a result, this cut only left a pale mark on the black skin, and even... No skin was cut.

"Damn it!"

Rosen activated his magic power again and directed the energy in the energy pool into the dagger. The temperature of the dagger immediately rose sharply. After a few seconds, the blade turned red, especially the blade position, which was almost incandescent.

He cut Veronica's waist wound again.

"Chi~~" There was a sound, and under the influence of high temperature, the skin was finally cut open, and a stream of thick black blood immediately gushes out from the wound. The black blood seemed to have intelligence. Not only did it cover the wound, it also covered the dagger in Rosen's hand.

Wrapped in black blood, the dagger emitted bursts of green smoke, and its temperature dropped rapidly.

Rosen concentrated his thoughts, input energy into the dagger again, maintained the high temperature of the dagger, and then cut forward with force.

"Chi~chi~~"

Smoke was rising from around the wound, and the air was filled with an indescribable stench. It was a bit like burning plastic, but also a bit like rotten eggs, which made people nauseous.

Under the action of the high-temperature dagger, the black blood from the wound continued to gush out and was burned. After five or six minutes, the black blood finally flowed clean and turned into bright red blood.

Rosen looked at the skin around the wound and found that the color of the skin had become lighter, with a faint hint of flesh color. Moreover, under the action of white light around the wound, the black area shrank slightly.

The injury seems to be getting better.

"How are you feeling now?" Rosen asked.

Veronica's eyebrows gathered together: "It's a little better than before, but it still hurts. Ah~~ My power is almost exhausted, I can't hold on anymore!"

The white light on her body began to slowly weaken, and as the light weakened, the skin near the wound began to darken and turn black again.

Rosen was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. He immediately said: "Don't panic! Don't panic! I will use my magic power to help you get rid of the poison!"

"Yeah~" Veronica nodded slightly, her teeth clenched and cold sweat covered her forehead.

Rosen immediately activated his magic power and turned into a magic tentacle to reach towards the wound on Veronica's waist.

The moment the magic tentacles touched the wound, he felt his head shake slightly, and an indescribable touch entered his consciousness, a bit like cold, slippery mud. When Rosen controlled the magic tentacles and continued to penetrate When he was injured, he felt as if he was trapped in a swamp. Countless silt wrapped around him, pulling him down and preventing him from moving forward.

Rosen gritted his teeth and endured this weird touch, and used all his strength to control his magic power and continued to push forward, trying to pull out the weird toxin that had invaded Veronica's body from the wound.

But soon, Rosen discovered that he couldn't do this. His alchemical magic was deeply immersed in the quagmire of toxins, and he was struggling. Not to mention extracting toxins from the wounds, even he felt like he was in a desperate situation.

After holding on for a few seconds, Rosen had to withdraw from the magic tentacle.

A gust of cold wind blew, and Rosen felt a chill on his back. When he touched his hands, he was covered in cold sweat. He looked up at Veronica and saw that her face was pale and her pretty lips had completely lost their color.

Feeling Rosen's gaze, Veronica asked weakly: "How is it?"

Rosen shook his head slightly: "I released the poisonous blood, but there are still a lot of weird toxins in the wound that cannot be dispelled, and new poisonous blood is still being generated."

He looked down at the wound on Veronica's waist. After a while, the skin around the wound began to darken again, but the white light on the normal skin around the wound became much dimmed, giving it a flickering feeling.

"My power is about to run out." Veronica looked bitter, paused, and continued: "Rosen, promise me not to let me become a monster. While I can still control myself, you...you Kill me!"

"." Rosen was silent.

At this time, a voice came from the street next to him: "Rosen, Veronica, what happened?"

It's Mobius.

Rosen pointed to Veronica's wound and said bitterly: "Veronica is poisoned, and I can't cure it."

The most terrifying thing about this poison was its terrifying speed of spread, and he had no time to research the corresponding detoxification method.

Mobius quickly walked to the fountain, squatted down and took a closer look at the wound on Veronica's waist, and immediately took a breath: "The poison is spreading rapidly, and it is turning Veronica into a monster!"

Rosen smiled bitterly: "Have you also encountered that kind of weird monster?"

"Yeah." Mobius nodded: "It's very difficult. I'm no match for it, but luckily I can run faster than it."

Veronica endured the severe pain of the wound and whispered: "Old friend, it seems that I have to go to heaven first."

Rosen's heart was shocked. He held Veronica's hand tightly and was speechless for a moment.

If he had known that he would encounter such a fate, he should not have taken Veronica out of Sunderland in the first place. Without him, Veronica would definitely have a good life. She would still have a lot of free time to study her mathematics, or enjoy the warm sunshine comfortably on a leisurely afternoon.

It's a pity that things have reached this point and nothing can be done again.

Veronica looked at Rosen and smiled weakly: "Don't blame yourself, everything is of my own free will. After I die, you will bury me by a clear river. By the way, don't forget to be by my side." Put a calculus manuscript.”

"Hmm~" Rosen held Veronica's hand hard, his eyes sore.

Mobius sat silently on the railing of the fountain. One hand reached out with a sharp claw and dug into the railing, leaving deep marks on the stone railing.

"Goodbye, friends." Veronica raised the Destroyer rifle in her hand, pointed it at her temples, and was about to pull the trigger.

"Don't!" Rosen grabbed Veronica's hand. He felt water falling from his eyes: "It's not the last moment, don't give up!"

In fact, he knew this was the only way, but he just couldn't give up.

Mobius sighed deeply: "Rosen, if you have no way to cure her, just let her go peacefully."

Veronica comforted her softly: "Young man, don't be sad. I have lived long enough. Compared with the mortals who are struggling to survive, I have not suffered much pain in my life. This is already like a god. Take care of me."

A dying person comforted the living instead. Rosen was stunned for a moment and subconsciously looked up into Veronica's eyes.

A relieved smile appeared on Veronica's face: "I'm so sorry, I can't accompany you all the way."

She raised her head slightly, leaned into Rosen's ear, and whispered softly: "You know? I really like the way you look when you focus on writing mathematical equations. It's particularly charming."

As she spoke, she turned her head slightly, kissed Rosen gently on the cheek with her delicate lips, and said, "I don't have the courage to shoot myself, so just send me away."

Rosen looked up at the sky, but his vision was blurry. In the end, he slowly raised the gun in his hand and aimed it at the back of Veronica's head.

At this moment, Mobius turned his head and couldn't bear to look.

At this moment, Veronica also closed her beautiful eyes, waiting for the last moment to come.

The whole world seemed to become silent.

Just when Rosen was about to pull the trigger, a voice came from not far away: "Young man, if I were you, I wouldn't give up so easily!"

"Who?"

The three of them turned their heads at the same time and followed the sound.

At the entrance of an alley next to the market, an old man with frost-stained temples and fiery red hair was standing there quietly.