King Ember's Journey to Tevat

Chapter 639: Something rich in chivalry

In the dark laboratory, the sound of cutting flesh could be heard, making people shudder.

"Has it been cut yet?" The apostle of the abyss, who was lying on the dissection table, asked inhaling the air-conditioning. This experience was quite refreshing.

"Surgical scissors." The doctor stretched out a hand and ignored the apostle of the abyss.

"No more." The skirmisher raised the tray with the big hole in his hand and responded through the big hole in the middle.

"Didn't I ask you to get a new set? How could it be used up so quickly!" The doctor straightened up with a look of disbelief.

"Then you have to ask it." The skirmisher glanced at the lying apostle of the abyss. This guy, no matter what material the scalpel is made of, as long as it is inserted into the body, it will be corroded to the point where no residue is left within a short time.

The doctor looked at the Apostle of the Abyss and staggered as if he had stood for too long.

As the effective warriors of the Abyss Religion, the apostles of the abyss naturally have extremely high tenacity of will.

Even if the doctor made cuts after cuts on its body, the apostle of the abyss just screamed without any movement of his body.

Of course, the pain doesn't go away, it just shifts to the Doctor.

"call……"

Rubbing his throbbing temples, the doctor closed his eyes. He had memorized the words from the abyss before, and now he stared at the starlight in the apostle's body for a long time.

The combination of various factors not only gave the doctor a headache, but also made him feel tired. This fatigue is not only physical, but also mental.

"Can you tell me why everything in your body is the same!" The doctor threw down the scalpel with only the handle in his hand and said frantically.

The pain and exhaustion couldn't do anything to him at all. What really made it difficult for him to accept was that he got nothing after giving so much.

The doctor has always had a high self-esteem, and every experiment he conducts can bring him the expected results.

This feeling of holding knowledge firmly in his hands made him extremely intoxicated, and the doctor was also deeply obsessed with the pleasure of displaying knowledge at any time.

But in the case of the Abyss Apostle, none of this holds true. They are as elusive as the abyss that gave birth to them.

He has been busy for so long and got nothing. The only thing that was produced was the big book that the Abyss Apostles brought out from time to time to make them dizzy.

"How did I know that we don't have the habit of playing with corpses." The Abyss Apostle twisted his body and grinned at the torn wounds.

"Hurry up. If nothing happens, I will close the wound." The apostle of the abyss saw that the doctor's behavior was a bit strange and felt that it was not suitable to stay here for a long time.

"Forget it! It doesn't matter if you have these things or not!" The doctor suddenly turned his head and looked at the apostle of the abyss who was about to get up.

"You...what do you want to do?" The apostle's back felt cold and he wanted to run away.

"Don't do anything, just stuff something." The doctor grabbed the dark weight on the side and inserted it into the abyss apostle's wound in an instant.

"laugh--"

Flesh-red smoke rose, and the doctor pulled out his palm. In just a moment, it was covered with white bones.

"What did you do?"

An inexplicable heat came from the abyss apostle's body, causing it to panic.

"Hahaha! Sure enough, facing the abyss, even this kind of thing has to get restless!"

Seeing that the apostle of the abyss finally changed, the doctor opened his arms and smiled happily. All the frustration and speechlessness were vented at this moment.

The Apostle of the Abyss slipped down from the bumpy dissecting table at this time, and its waist emitted bursts of light, illuminating the dark laboratory.

"It should turn into ashes..." The skirmisher muttered to himself, thinking of the ember's ability.

This thing usually looks normal, but who would have thought it would be so terrifying after the change?
"Bah!"

"Get out of the way! Watch out for the flames!"

The light suddenly became dazzling, and the skirmisher also felt the heat coming from in front of him, so he yelled and exited directly.

The light pierced the darkness and illuminated every corner, causing the stragglers standing in the corridor to close their eyes.

After the red light in front of him dissipated, the soldier gasped with palpitations.

"No burns?" He looked at his arm. He originally thought he would be burned by the heat brought by the light, but he didn't expect that after the light passed, nothing happened.

"This light is a bit strange." The doctor came to the skirmisher and said after thinking for a while. "What's the meaning?"

"These lights do not disappear at the same time, but disappear in sequence from top to bottom."

"It's like someone put a curtain over the source of the glow."

The doctor nodded. This description fits the change in light just now.

"Go and have a look." He said to the pensive skirmishers and walked over first.

"when!"

The doctor's footsteps stopped, and the skirmisher looked up, only to see the doctor's back motionless in the distance.

"How..." The soldiers stopped talking.

Because before his eyes, a figure he had never seen before appeared.

The mask with two small holes is extremely obscene, the bulging belly is as fat as a barrel, and the sickle in the hand shows the spirit of chivalry!

"What the hell is this?"

"Jie Jie Jie, this body is not bad." Fatty turned around, his voice full of joy and... evil intentions.

Looking at the two guys in front of you, Youshen smiled even more crazily. I don’t think this time of relaxation will be boring anymore.

"Congratulations to both of you, you can see the chivalry of our Lothrik!"

"Shh..."

"Damn it, there's no human rosin!" Yousui rubbed the small sickle for a long time before he realized that he didn't have any human rosin at all - all the good things were hidden by the embers.

"Forget it, just poke it!" The eyes under the slave's hood radiated light, making the doctor and the skirmishers shudder.

The two looked at each other, had they done something terrible?
The fat boy opposite was smiling, and the skirmisher and the doctor also tensed up. It seemed that a big battle was inevitable next.

The atmosphere was tense, but the doctor and the soldiers had no intention of retreating. As executive officers, one in the third seat and one in the sixth seat, they had experienced countless battles.

A mere monster transformed from an apostle of the abyss cannot escape from their grasp.

"What are you?" The doctor looked wary. He did not take the lead, but instead asked the strange guy in front of him.

As something transformed from the apostles of the abyss, its research value is immeasurable! If possible, the doctor still wants to preserve it in its most vibrant state.

"What am I?" Yousui thought for a moment after hearing this, and then he suddenly took out two "good things" full of stench.

Grass-containing lumps - dried excrement. Shit. Contains undigested long grass.

You can throw it behind you to make the opponent accumulate poison, but you will also accumulate poison yourself.

Strictly speaking, this is not the same quality as feces, but they are still feces, so you can use them as you like.

"I'm a good thing with a lot of chivalry!" After the stinking excrement, Yusu followed closely.

The good stuff was hidden in the embers, but the bad stuff wasn't there - shit cubes, grass shit cubes, shit pots, that kind of thing.

"Damn it! Where did this guy get such a thing?"

"You don't care where it comes from!"

The skirmishers quickly jumped back to avoid the foul-smelling straw-yellow mud, and the disgust and shock on their faces were visible to the naked eye.

The smelly wind blew by, causing him to instinctively raise his head. I saw that Fatty, who was still far away just now, had arrived in front of the skirmisher at some point, catching him off guard.

Combat Skill: Breaking Steps - You can move to the side or behind the enemy in one breath. It is especially effective when the target is locked.

"Hey, don't we see you now?"

"As a soldier, you should remain in fighting condition under any conditions."

"You are somewhat unqualified."

Yousui dual-wielded his weapons and stabbed the stragglers with the wet sickle with thick liquid on the blade like a dagger.

(End of this chapter)