The companions fell down one by one. Scar saw that he was very anxious, but he was also covered with a layer of furry fungi. Delma shouted urgently: "We can't stay here anymore, get back up!"
"We can't leave them alone." Luo wanted to rush forward to save Bimoye, but was repeatedly forced back by the blood infant.
Ke'er rushed forward, wielding the swords in her hands. Perhaps because she was dressed well enough, she was in relatively good condition.
Luo and Irina hurriedly pulled Bimoye back, and Dongsar also pulled up Ermuda.
"Hurry up to the cage." Others rescued their companions one after another, but at the same time they felt dizzy and about to fall down at any time.
"What about his protection?"
"No matter what, get up quickly, get up quickly."
Everyone was in a panic, talking to each other. If it weren't for the veil covering their faces to protect them from the cold, they wouldn't know how much floating matter they would have inhaled. Scar led everyone to fight and retreat, but lost the powerful magic.
Despite the resistance and the obstruction of Bewolf, the blood babies came up like a tide, swallowing up even the guardians of the Corona Dragon and the Two-Headed Wolf. The approach of the blood babies caused the blood in everyone's body to leak out faster, and the blood leakage accelerated again.
Red hairy fungi grew on them on the ground. In an instant, everyone fell to the ground one after another.
"Ah~!" Ke'er, who was resisting with all her strength in the blood baby, saw this critical situation. Blood-red light suddenly burst out in her eyes. She dropped her weapons with both hands and used blood-red magic. Layers of blood light continued to expand outwards.
The blood babies who were illuminated by the red blood stopped attacking. Ke'er held the blood-light magic ball in one hand and dragged everyone into the cage one by one with the other hand and raised them up.
…
In the long and cold corridor, Cole knelt on the ground and kept retching. She looked at the people she rescued one by one. Everyone was covered with red fungus. She walked over and checked each one: "Evil red blood."
Bacteria will soon invade their bodies, and the blood bacteria must be sucked out as soon as possible."
She walked to the center of the crowd and released the bloody magic again. Her body gradually floated into the air, blooming with a faint blood ring. As time passed, the red blood bacteria on everyone's body broke away from the surface of the skin, along with some blood.
The beads flew into the blood ring.
After a long time, the faint blood ring turned into a blood ring covered with blood-colored poisonous bacteria. The magic was lifted, and the blood ring was quickly taken back into the body, leaving only a ball of furry fungi that she controlled and threw into the distance.
At this time, everyone was pale due to severe blood loss. Cole checked everyone again: "All the blood bacteria on the epidermis have been removed, but there are still residues in the body." She saw Delma's skin had a long
A layer of colorful bacterial coating provides protection and resists the invasion of blood bacteria. The situation is most optimistic.
She saw Bimoye again: "His condition is very bad. How could it be like this? Could it be that... the environment here is not good? Take them to the upper level first."
…
The surroundings were cold, like falling into an ice cellar, and there were thousands of ants crawling inside my body, and my blood was burning. Every time I took a breath, I felt cold, and every breath was like spitting out a ball of fire.
Bimoye was rolling in pain, and every cell in his body seemed to have its own independent consciousness that was struggling and twisting. They wanted to get rid of the shackles of the main body and compete for the energy of neighboring cells.
Bimoye felt that his consciousness was awake and he clearly knew that he was in a coma. He screamed in this pain and tried his best to wake himself up from the coma. He tried his best but was unable to do anything. And
That kind of discomfort made him feel like he was going to die. No, he wanted to die immediately to get rid of the pain that made every cell vibrate.
"You want to die, why don't you?"
A voice appeared in this dark and cold space.
Bimoye frowned in pain and closed his eyes, but he still saw a dead tree half covered with snow appearing in the darkness. Sitting on the top of the dead branch was a child with long blood-red hair, blood-red eyes, and pale skin.
A child around five years old.
The child hugged his knees tightly, burying half of his face between his knees as if in fear, with only one eye exposed, and the smaller half of his face looked at him quietly.
Bimoye was so uncomfortable that he couldn't utter a single word, but countless hopes died immediately in his consciousness.
The child seemed to know what he was thinking, and said softly: "Don't resist, there will be no pain if you don't resist. Like many people before, if you don't resist, you will get happiness and get what you want."
of beauty.”
Bimoye thought of those cheerful "people" he met at the entrance of the valley and at Nishan Fortress. They seemed to have found beauty and happiness.
"Yes, they all got what they wanted. You don't need to resist. You shouldn't resist."
Bimoye wanted to say that he did not resist, although he wanted to.
"Then give up resistance. It is resistance that brings you pain."
Somehow, he knew that he had his eyes closed, but suddenly he saw his body, and saw the scales and light spots on the surface of his body. He was so uncomfortable that it was difficult to think. The child on the tree kept persuading him to give up resistance with a quiet voice that reached straight to his soul.
Like a child who had cried a lot, complaining about his grievances and begging, he wanted to do as the child said in a confused way.
At this time, blood dropped from the dark ice cellar. The blood filled the color of the entire space and surged towards him. The cold blood wrapped around the body, which eased the extremely uncomfortable physical sensation. The tree and the child were in the space.
slowly disappear.
"Christine~! Christine..."
A voice that was far away but seemed very close called in his ear. Bimoye opened his eyes drowsily and saw a blurry black figure. This person seemed to be Ke'er, and she was slapping her face with a black gauntlet.
But I couldn't feel anything.
Ke'er took off his gauntlet and touched his hot and cold skin. His fair and jade-like hand held the magic power and flicked the exposed surface gently, bringing up a piece of blood, like dew on a lotus leaf, sliding to the palm of his hand and under the visor.
His eyes became darker and darker: "The red blood bacteria mutated in his body, and his blood had such a strong rejection reaction! The rejection caused the mutation, and the fusion and detoxification method can no longer be used for other people.
If this continues, he will be killed by the rejection reaction!"
Seeing Bimoye's painful expression, a bit of hesitation flashed in her eyes: "The only way is to remove the blood from his blood vessels and give him new blood. But...if I don't save him, he will die.
Are you going to let him die like this?" She thought of how Moye had tried so hard to save her when she fell off the cliff on the top of the sacred mountain, and finally made up her mind, and looked at this face again: "He's quite... huh, you're a kid.
Lucky for you, it was me you met."
In the hazy and dim light, Bimoye vaguely saw Ke'er taking off the visor and helmet on her face, revealing short silver-gold hair and an unclear face. Then he saw Ke'er taking off his armor and undressing.
Taking off his clothes, a white body came towards him.
He couldn't resist, and he didn't want to resist. Something cool entered his body, penetrated into his heart, and spread to his limbs. This coolness was like the water of a clear spring or the wind of early spring, making his cells feel ant-gnawing.
The restlessness was gradually soothed. He felt extremely comfortable, and all the discomfort was taken away with the cool flow in his body. He vaguely heard breathing and a soft voice in his ears, but the content of the voice was unknown to him.