Extraordinary Bloodline Integration Chapter 80

In the headquarters of the Law Enforcement Corps, pure holy light continued to light up. Many patients who were waiting for their injuries to improve sat up straight and looked at their hands in disbelief.

"A large piece of flesh that was cut off from my arm has grown back!"

"The penetrating wound in my thigh has also healed."

"Damn it, I just saw my dead Uncle Yule. He was waving his hand to let me go. Then I was flashed by the light, and I came back again."

"The scars on my face are gone, haha, now I can chat with girls again."

The Law Enforcement Corps has its own medical team, but what they can do is very limited. They clean the wound, remove the rotten part, stop bleeding and disinfect, and then suture the wound. It's not that the medical team can't do more, but the law enforcement team can't afford to buy expensive magic instruments that can perform internal surgery.

Even magic has to be realistic. There are no instruments to operate on people, and there are probably more people who died on the operating table on the spot than those who died in battle.

It's just that magic needs to be realistic, but holy light doesn't. If the magic method achieves the repair effect by accelerating the division of cells, then the Holy Light is a very non-magical repair.

There is no acceleration of cell division, and no modification at the cell level, but it is such a magical and unrealistic direct repair.

The arm that had been cut off with a large piece of flesh grew back directly, the cavity caused by the penetrating injury was also filled, and even the person who was dying was pulled back, and he even had the energy to tell people that he was watching. to the screen.

Gradually, there were more and more people around Mo Cheng, and more and more wounded were being treated, and people looked at Mo Cheng as if seeing a savior.

If it were the believers on Earth, they would tell Mo Cheng that those people looked like they were looking at Jesus.

However, this is not without cost.

"vomit…"

The young man in black clergyman's clothes held a trash can and kept retching, and Mo Cheng felt as if he was thrown into a front-loading washing machine on the strongest gear when he was almost dehydrated after eating the Wallaceton Stomach Set. Washed all day.

Mo Cheng wanted to vomit, but under the premise that the food in his stomach had been digested, he could only feel the pantothenic acid in his stomach, and then retch without even spitting out his saliva.

"Damn it, you're pretending to be an idiot, why didn't anyone tell me that it's so uncomfortable when the blue bar runs out... Ugh..."

Mo Cheng suspected that he used the holy light to save several seriously injured people in order to make himself more suitable as a priest of the Radiance Church. Or to enjoy the group of people's faces of [Fuck, this can be saved! ]'s expression, but she couldn't stop pretending.

But there is one thing Mo Cheng knows very well, he is pretending to be an idiot now, the first time he used up all the blue bars, he just wants to go back to a few hours ago and strangled himself trying to pretend.

"I don't ask for anything else, please give me a soul ring after the fugitive task is completed, I... vomit...!!"

Mo Cheng would rather have his health bar cut off to only 1% than to experience the feeling of being completely empty again. He can guarantee that once he obtains [Soul Ring], which trades blood for mana, he will never let it go.

Retching again, Mo Cheng felt his throat was dry, his mouth was so dry that he couldn't even produce saliva. At this moment, there was the sound of someone trotting behind him, and then something like a test tube was stuffed into his hand, "Quick, this is a potion of spiritual power, it can relieve your discomfort."

Unplug the bottle directly, and suffocate the light blue liquid in one gulp, as if the throat that was about to dry up and bleed is like rain after a long drought, and I feel as refreshing as a handful of mints when I am motion sick and seasick.

Margaret opened the small box that she brought, and there were five mental power potions stored at low temperature in it, "What is your mental power standard index? How many standard units of mental power substances can you bear?"

Aundair mages have a set of universal standards for the study of spiritual power, and this standard is followed by all parts of the Kovaire continent. Spiritual power is not as strong as the physical body, and it has a strong self-correction ability, even if it sometimes takes too much medicine nothing will happen.

But the precise mental power is different. Once the spiritual power material that exceeds the standard index is absorbed, there will be very troublesome consequences.

But where did Mo Cheng know his mental power standard index? As for the matter of bearing the standard unit of spiritual power, it is unheard of.

He only knew that the potion in Margaret's hand could make him feel less uncomfortable, so he snatched it and poured it directly into his mouth, not just one bottle, but all six bottles of potion in the entire box.

"Wait a moment!"

There was no one to stop it, but when Margaret was about to stop it, Mo Cheng poured down all the potions of spiritual power.

"Phew, it's much more comfortable."

It's like a person who has been seasick for three days and three nights finally set foot on solid land; like a thirsty dying person in the desert finds an oasis and can drink enough water; it's more like a math problem that has been thought about for a week and finally solved It's a joy to come up with all the solutions that can get full marks.

"Why did you drink all the mental potion, are you okay?!"

Margaret was nervous for a while. The head of the law enforcement team in Fairhaven might not know enough about the Holy Light, but she was absolutely familiar with mage things. The sequelae of excessive absorption of mental power substances, the lightest is the beginning of severe schizophrenia.

Margaret grabbed Mo Cheng's hand ~www.mtlnovel.com~ Go, I'll take you to the medical department of Royal Academy. "

"Stop, stop, I'm fine, don't need to go."

Quickly stopping Margaret's actions, Mo Cheng glanced at his status bar to make sure that there were no sequelae, and at the same time his blue bar had recovered to 30%.

A bottle of mental power potion can only restore 5% of the mana. Is this because the recovery effect of the mental power potion is too low, or is my mana too high?

"Are you really okay?"

"I swear to Guanghui, I don't have any discomfort. My spiritual power standard index is higher than you think."

Maybe it was because she felt that the priests would not make fun of the righteous **** she believed in, or maybe it was because she saw that Mo Cheng really didn't seem to be in trouble, Margaret breathed a sigh of relief, "Reverend Mo Cheng, please don't scare me like this next time." people."

"I have no intention of scaring people. Who knew that excessive use of Holy Light would have this consequence." Mo Cheng used [Qi] in the [Foreign Land] account Monk, which is only for the body and not the spirit even if it is exhausted. Supernatural power, he is not a spellcaster player, and he has never paid attention to what happens when the mana bar is exhausted.

The result is that after Mo Cheng pulled all the seriously injured back with holy light, before he healed the minor injuries and showed his big face, Mo Cheng's face suddenly became ugly, and he pushed everyone away and ran away He came out, and at the same time walked along the trash can placed by the door.

Some medical staff also realized that Priest Mo Cheng had overused the holy light and exhausted his magic power or mental power, so he quickly took out a few spiritual potions and asked Margaret to bring them here.

"But fortunately, I didn't know about it during the battle. At least I now know that excessive use of the holy light will hit the street. It's better than being beaten to the street by excessive use during the battle."

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