Blood of Mercury

Old Joseph lay on the ground and gasped heavily.

- Or rather, lingering.

His entire left arm was almost completely burnt out, leaving only a ten centimeter or so stubble of meat, emitting a faint flame.

And his body was cut in two directly from the waist, and a considerable part of the flesh was missing in the middle. The cut surface of the wound was covered with dark scorch marks, which locked the wound that was bleeding continuously, delaying his death.

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

Because of the reason he was guiding the poisonous fire before, it was too late when Old Joseph discovered the blade shield.

All he could do was jump straight up and let the blade shield that was flying towards his chest, enough to cut his heart and lungs in half, roll toward his lower abdomen.

Old Joseph never thought about using his own hands to block such a stupid thing.

Just by looking at the momentum of the blade shield flying, you can know that it is definitely not an attack that flesh and blood can block.

He wouldn't do it, rather than uselessly abolishing one of his own arms to slow down the speed of the blade shield and further increase his own pain.

as expected.

The blade shield drilled out from behind him, like crushing a piece of tofu without any resistance.

The thick dark iron chain was attached to the end of the blade shield, shaking at a high speed like the tail of a snake that was constantly fluttering, and slashed dangerously across the left side of Old Joseph's head. The wind caused blood to appear on his left face. .

After that, there were five consecutive loud roars behind Old Joseph—the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

Then, the icy cold wind swept from behind. The snowflakes were blown by the wind and rose and fell.

Probably cut off five trees.

Old Joseph estimated in his heart.

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

...is it cut into two pieces?

Do not. It would be fine if it was just cut into two pieces.

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

As for repairing the kidney and liver, which may be broken in half, and the spleen, which is brittle like tofu, it needs the help of magic.

However, old Joseph smiled bitterly 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 his upper body.

To put it simply, in addition to the upper and lower body on the ground, part of Old Joseph's body was directly smashed into flesh by the high-speed rotating blade shield. Together they hit a tree.

...and there's nothing worse than that.

Old Joseph could easily sew up his broken body, at least until he received proper treatment.

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

Even if the minced meat was originally from his own body, it was the same.

Old Joseph looked down at his current "part", and then looked 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... Excellent. You can make a pot of broth."

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

Not surprisingly. I'm afraid I won't be able to survive today.

However, because the poisonous fire that burned Kluvien and the plants on the ground before, is now continuously supplying material and energy to the old Joseph. In addition, because the wound has been sealed by the high temperature, he will not die for a while. You can only maintain this half-dead appearance and stand here until your organs fail and die.

Old Joseph would rather die here.

He has cleared out traitors for Lord Orlando. He is proud of it. It doesn't matter if you die here right now.

Besides, he was dying anyway.

Old Joseph's eyes were full of flowers. The voice and line of sight were distorted and deformed, and the strange whistling faintly coming from the ear made the heart quiver like another world.

"Lord Orlando..."

His pupils gradually dilated. murmured.

"...Joseph? Why are you so embarrassed?"

At the same time as a familiar and doubtful voice sounded above his head, Old Joseph's life-threatening urge suddenly boiled--

If you can live well, who would choose to die for no reason?

"Lord Orlando! Help me!"

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

He didn't know that Roland didn't know what to do at the moment.

If nothing else, the huge wound on the stomach alone made Roland marvel at the vitality of old Joseph.

The injury that disappeared between the upper half and the lower half reminded Roland of the victims on the earth who were tied to the rails and crushed in two by the train.

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

Plus his left hand, which was burnt out by something... It was like a candle, dripping down constantly.

What kind of thing can cause such an injury...

"May all the glory go to the mentor—"

Although Roland didn't know why Old Joseph appeared here, nor why Old Joseph was seriously injured to such a degree, Roland still stretched out his right hand and pressed it on his, just as Old Joseph had prayed. In front of his forehead, he sang a chant to heal his wounds.

"You have the power to strengthen me because I fit the gospel you preach and the truth you reveal."

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

"My God, my Lord's long-sleeping teacher, please take care of him as you have taken care of me, so that there is light in his eyes, and he will not return to eternal sleep-"

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

【Teacher Changmian has approved your request】

Martyr? !

Roland's brows jumped.

When did he become the priest of the Dormant Master?

Martyr is not a strange sect - Roland's game character before crossing, the pre-professional occupation of the coffin bearer is martyr.

Silver light suddenly spewed out from the cross in front of Old Joseph's forehead, 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 into a brand new torso——

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

He tried to squeeze his right hand and felt an unprecedented strength.

Roland's harmless chant not only eliminated his serious injuries and restored his vitality, but also eliminated the dark wounds that he had accumulated on weekdays.

...Is this also the power of the long-sleeping mentor?

Old Joseph couldn't help but stunned.

"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~www.wuxiaspot.com~ You first tell me what happened before," Roland's voice was very flat, without the slightest emotion, "I didn't tell you, there is nothing special to do in town. Can you come out?"

"That's what's special, Lord Orlando."

Old Joseph looked serious.

"...An Ruosi, help me to find out why the trees in the back fell. Then use it to detect humanoids and report the results to me."

"Okay, Mr. Roland."

After finding a random reason to send An Ruosi away, Roland narrowed his eyes slightly and stared down at the old Joseph who was leaning on him to pay.

"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. (To be continued..) To read the latest chapters of this book, please pay attention to Feng Yu Novel Network