Luo Qing, who was splitting up Barrett, paused for a moment, feeling the re-established balance thoughtfully.
The righteous side has also begun to exert its strength. Finally, the black side is not the only one.
For the Saints of Order, this is a good thing. It shows that the recovery of the world is accelerating, and at least the magic concentration has reached the level of a magister.
The recovery of magic power also means that order has the possibility of self-healing. Otherwise, if he, a saint of order, can do things alone, it will have to wait until the year of the monkey.
After thinking about it, Luo Qing did not take any more care and started to prepare the alchemy potion.
For Barrett, he has an idea. The bullet must be enchanted, and then the power must be maximized. First set a small target, and one bullet can penetrate a mountain!
Thinking about it, Luo Qing continued to dismantle it enthusiastically.
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Florida, badlands.
The quiet moonlight covered the earth, making this desolate area even more desolate.
A strange man with a bird's beak looked around in confusion with his orange eyes. A bat flew over the sky, bringing a glimmer of life to the place.
He is a great profession in ancient times, called epidemic doctor.
They were determined to eliminate all diseases and curses in the world. They always wandered on battlefields and among various tribes, helping all patients for free. They were the most selfless people of that era.
At that time, whether it was a dying wounded person, some kind of curse or terminal illness, as long as you saw the beak mask, you had hope of life.
It’s just that there are such a group of saint-like existences, but not many people like them, and the reason is.
The epidemic doctor raised his head slightly and watched the bat go away with a thoughtful look. He seemed to have found his new goal and took steps slowly.
Step~
The footsteps fell. It was obviously just one step, but he walked directly out of the wasteland as if he teleported.
Step~
After another footsteps, the suburbs of the city came into view. Under the orange mask of the epidemic doctor, he was a little surprised. Looking at the modern high-rise buildings, relief gradually appeared in his eyes.
Turning his head, he found his first target, a strong black man with wild eyes and a needle in his arm, twisting crazily on the ground.
Compassion and pity appeared in the eyes of the epidemic doctor. He slowly walked up to the man and said in a hoarse but gentle tone: "Sir, you are sick."
As he spoke, he pulled out the needle, went to the beak mask, smelled it, and said in a compassionate tone: "Is it a drug that stimulates the spirit, makes living beings reach a state of extreme excitement, happiness, and creates dependence?"
"What a pitiful human race." The gray light on his hand flickered, the needle was instantly annihilated, and he murmured: "I will save you."
"This level of dependence requires surgery. Cutting off the irritated nerves should be able to solve the root cause."
"No, this drug is also damaging to the body. It seems to destroy the immune system, and this human has a total of twelve diseases."
"As a qualified doctor, it seems that reconstruction surgery is still needed, so let's dismember it first."
While muttering, a small scalpel appeared in his hand, emitting a faint cold light under the moonlight.
As if he had a premonition of something, a glimmer of clarity flashed through the excited eyes of the strong man. He suddenly saw a strange man holding a knife in front of him, and his eyes became extremely frightened.
"Who are you? What do you want to do?" The strong man shouted in horror, pulled out a pistol from his arms, and emptied the magazine with a bang.
The epidemic doctor lowered his head and looked at the jingling falling warheads, and his eyes became more compassionate: "It seems that this kind of drug can also make people aggressive, which is not good. What the world needs is peace."
While muttering, he stretched out his hand, and the sharp scalpel flashed across it instantly, and a black arm holding a gun fell to the ground.
Immediately afterwards, the epidemic doctor's movements accelerated, and the sound of swishing and swishing was accompanied by terrifying screams and flesh and blood flying everywhere, making this abandoned building in the suburbs more terrifying.
It's just that the eyes under the beak mask of the epidemic doctor are still compassionate, and his hands are even more stable, and he doesn't care about the patient's opinions at all.
When the moonlight began to sink and a hint of fish belly white appeared in the sky, the epidemic doctor let out a long breath.
He said with joy in his eyes: "Sir, this is a perfect operation. Your disease has been completely cured. Congratulations, you are now a completely healthy human race, and you no longer have any diseases."
The strong man nodded dully. He looked down at the dense sutures on his body, which looked like pieces of meat put together.
I don’t know how many times the string in my heart broke, and I fell to the ground and fainted again.
The epidemic doctor looked at the condition of the person in front of him and nodded with satisfaction: "It seems that Mr. also fell asleep happily. I wish you a sweet dream."
After saying this, the epidemic doctor thought for a while, waved his hand, and a thin blanket flew from nowhere and gently covered the strong man.
After doing all this, the epidemic doctor withdrew the scalpel with a swipe, and turned around with relief and joy under his mask.
Immediately, I saw another black man walking towards this side while shouting, "Sen Zuo Zuo", as if he was looking for someone.
Although he knew that others could not see it, a gentle smile still appeared on the face under the mask of the epidemic doctor. He hurriedly greeted him, ignoring the pistol that the man took out, and said in a gentle tone: "Sir, you are sick." "Who are you? What do you want to do?" The man's eyes were horrified, looking at this unusually tall monster, and the hand holding the gun was trembling.
The epidemic doctor bowed slightly in a very friendly manner: "Although I haven't diagnosed you yet, according to my experience, you have also used stimulating drugs, have body odor, sexually transmitted diseases and other eight diseases, and need reconstructive surgery.
Get treatment."
"What did you say? I don't understand! Don't come over."
Bang bang bang.
"Monster, what do you want to do? Ahhhhhhh"
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Noon, boom!
After a huge roar, smoke and dust filled the air. A blue boulder as tall as a human was shattered in front of it, and a huge pit more than one meter deep appeared behind the boulder, giving people a sense of shock.
Luo Qing frowned and looked at the exploded barrel of the Barrett gun, then looked at the damage caused by a bullet, and muttered with some disappointment: "The material is too low-grade."
The original firing of firearms actually uses the high temperature and high pressure generated by gunpowder to push out the warhead.
Now he replaced the propelling material with a stronger magic explosion. Although the alchemy bullet was fired, Barrett was also scrapped.
He thought for a moment, turned around, and walked back to the castle. Now he needs to study extraordinary metals first, and the idea of loading bullets is too primitive.
He needs a powerful energy core that can continuously generate specific energy, and then create a conversion device to allow this specific energy to generate bullets on its own.
In this way, he only needs to constantly transform the core and strengthen the metal. The new Alchemy Barrett will become stronger and stronger, and there is no need to constantly change weapons due to the growth of strength.
Thinking about it, Luo Qing paused, and he suddenly thought of a somewhat outrageous idea. What if the energy core of this weapon was the rune of the peak curse blue?
Luo Qing's eyes gradually became excited. As long as the production of rune power is properly regulated, this is the top energy core.
Even if that thing is regarded as a disposable weapon, every shot can be overclocked. Now that he can make materials that will not hurt himself, it is not a problem to shoot an archmage with one shot.
Thinking about it, he happily walked back to the castle. At this time, Daolong's magic room happened to open.
"Master, hurry up, give me the cursed blue rune, I have a good idea." Luo Qing shouted enthusiastically before he saw Daolong coming out.
Daolong walked out with a silent expression, followed by a bloody Ah Piao and a one-meter-tall super moose. Obviously, the transformation has been completed.
"An epidemic doctor has recovered. It's best not to go out and wander around in the near future." Daolong said, raising his hand, a pattern of a bird's beak mask was spinning in his hand.
Daolong sighed: "It's just like what was recorded, they didn't hide it at all, and even took the initiative to tell others that they were coming."
"Epidemic doctor?" Luo Qing was stunned, the excitement in his eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by confusion, how can this thing be revived?
The Epidemic Doctor is a weird thing. How should I put it? It is an organization that lives completely in its own world. In ancient times, its reputation was only slightly better than that of the Saints of Order.
They are all saints. They will gently comfort the patients, but they don't care whether the patients want it or not. As long as they see that you are sick, they may perform an operation on you on the street, without any anesthesia. And the worst thing about their reputation is that if a creature has more than two diseases, such as cold and hemorrhoids, it will most likely be reorganized by them.
Reorganization in the literal sense, dismembering the body piece by piece, then using the special energy of the epidemic doctor to maintain the life of the living being, and then eliminating all bad diseases piece by piece.
Finally, sew it up and pour some kind of healing potion exclusive to the plague doctor, thereby achieving the effect of curing all diseases and curses.
They firmly believe that as long as their surgery is done quickly, the beautiful society without disease and disaster in their dreams will eventually come.
"Yes, Epidemic Doctor." Daolong glanced at Luo Qing, looked at Luo Qing strangely, and said silently: "They will definitely be interested in a living evil spirit like you, so be careful." p>
Patting Luo Qing's shoulder, Daolong waved, and Gan walked out of the purple smoke, holding a blue rune in his hand.
Luo Qing looked at the re-closed door of the magic room, his eyes becoming more and more tangled. Suddenly, he thought of a record about the belief of epidemic doctors. His eyes lit up, and a bold and feasible idea appeared in his mind.
"Gan, just put this thing in the library." After saying this, Luo Qing turned his head enthusiastically and looked at the expressionless and lifeless Xueyi Du.
His eyes moved back slightly, and the cute and cute moose came into view. He asked excitedly: "Can you go back by yourself?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the expressionless evil spirit's eyes suddenly regained their clarity.
Xueyi immediately looked at Luo Qing warily and said (゜д゜): "What do you mean? What will you do to my body if you can't come back by yourself?"
Luo Qing: You can’t make it, right?
His eyes wandered, looking up and down at this two-thousand-year-old little loli. She was small in stature, with snow-white skin, delicate facial features, bright red eyebrows, pupils, and lips. With her blood-colored hair and clothes, it was a collision of white and red. p>
It seems a bit cute.
A gentle smile appeared on Luo Qing's face unconsciously. Just when he was about to comfort him, his blood-stained clothes fluttered away and he looked at him in horror.
Bloody Clothes Σ(っ°Д°;)っ: The prototype has been revealed!
Zhu Lin in the corner[﹏]: huddled up silently, reducing the sense of presence.