Vol 2 Chapter 410: It's better to dance

"I... what's wrong with me?" After the rescued man stood up, he was stunned and touched all parts of his body, asking with a suspicious expression.
Gibran gave the answer and said to the rescued person: "Brook, you were almost killed by a strange curse. I used a spell to save you. The pain just now is the spell that accelerates the growth of the damaged part of your body. No fuss.
And now, you come and tell me what happened in the hall when I left! In detail, one word should not be missed. What is it because of what it is? "
"Yes, Gibran is in charge." The rescued man named Brooke didn't dare to have any dissatisfaction, and said quickly, "Actually... everything is normal, and the rest of me have been here. Suddenly, I started coughing, then I felt a tingling in my chest, followed by more and more pain, and finally fell to the ground. Everyone should be in the same situation, should..."
Talking and talking, Brook stopped suddenly.
Gibran raised his eyebrows and was about to ask why. His eyes became sharper the next moment.
I saw Brooke suddenly lowered his head and covered his mouth, as if suppressing some physiological impulses, but could not suppress it at all, and not long afterwards, the sound of "cough cough coughing" sounded again.
"Cough! Puff!"
As he coughed, blood splattered from Brooke's fingers and splattered on the face of Gibran's face.
Gibran was expressionless and motionless, but Brook shook his body and fell down with a "pop".
Obviously, although Gibran’s spells were in effect, they did not solve Brooke’s root cause.
Brooke and the rest were infected with fungal spores, so he developed hemoptysis.
The fungal spores were unusual. They were brought from the tomb of Alex's ancestors by Richard. Even Richard himself almost died. Thanks to the hundred waves and more interest, he survived.
After bringing it out, Li Cha conducted a large number of screenings for fungal spores, and used the drift bottle of the "Spell Gene Mixer" to optimize at the genetic level, making it difficult to produce the final product. This final product, compared with the original spores, has increased the lethality countless times, even Li Cha himself has been treated with extreme care, fearing that he might be recruited. Because he was really successful, Richard could not guarantee that he could rely on the rest of the waves on hand and carry some antibiotics in the experimental stage.
Therefore, once these fungal spores are released in the underground base, as the air spreads everywhere and enters everyone's lungs through the respiratory system, it will have a terrible killing effect.
And this killing effect will continue forever, and will continue to intensify.
After all, fungi are life!
Yes, fungus is life! It will grow, mature, split, reproduce!
The organs of the human body, for fungi, are equivalent to a culture medium with a constant temperature of 37 degrees Celsius, full of protein and water, without any competitors. In this environment, if the fungus does not occupy, attack, or devour madly, it is simply sorry for its existence.
So even if Gibran used his spells to help infected Brooke rebuild a whole new lung, it was useless. The fungal spores still exist in Bruker's body, and the fungal spores in the air continue to enter Bruto's body, which will make Bruker easily infected again, and then cause coughing and vomiting blood.
In fact, as long as the spores are not completely removed, even if Brook is replaced with two, three, or four new lungs, Brook will also be infected for the third, fourth, and countless times.
This is not a curse, but it is more horrible and evil than a curse!
Because this is science!
The biological weapon of science!
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Gibran watched Brook standing upside down again, and his face became as dark as the bottom of the pot. Some unbelievable people once again grabbed a dying person with air big hands and cast a life-based spell treatment. But there is no difference in the results-the treated person, after a short time, coughed again, vomiting blood while coughing.
"Damn!"
Gibran scolded, his eyes widened, and he looked at the painful and different expressions in the hall. After a while, he made a decision.
"You all come!" Gibran shouted and said to everyone, "Come closer to me! I use the strongest spells to heal you!"
After speaking, Gibran's hand flipped over and a golden flame appeared in his hand.
The crowd approached, either walking or crawling, and Gibran sent the golden flame to his mouth and swallowed it in one go.
"Goodong!"
As the flame disappeared into Gibran's mouth, a powerful momentum burst out of Gibran.
"Buzz!"
The whole hall made a noise, the air surged wildly, Gibran's feet slowly left the ground, floating in mid-air.
At this moment, Gibran's eyes turned into a rich black-without any white eyes-like endless darkness.
"Ke...New..."
Gibran's lips opened and he read a long spell. Almost everyone in the hall could feel the violent mana fluctuations in Gibran's body. The fluctuation reached the limit in the next moment and spewed out.
"Restore me all!"
Gibran shouted.
"brush!"
Light!
Golden light!
Along with the shouting, the dazzling golden light shot out from the numerous pores above and below Gibran's body, reflecting the whole hall.
At this moment, Gibran was like the sun, shining light in all directions like the sun.
In the light, a faint voice sounded, listen carefully, it is not true, but inexplicably know that it is praising and praising a great existence.
This makes people's hearts become thorough and pious, and makes people feel very happy, as if any pain or suffering is not worth mentioning.
This is the power of the spell, not only to heal physical injuries, but also to heal mental wounds.
Life-changing spells and praise of Holy Light!
The golden light lasted for a long time, and it took a while to dissipate. The people who fell to the ground stood up one after another in the process.
"Huh? This is..."
The person who stood up looked at his body, feeling the state of his body, revealing a surprised and surprised look: "Restored? Actually recovered!"
"Yes, you have recovered!" Gibran floating in mid-air slowly landed, and said to the crowd, at this time his face was pale like a piece of paper ~ EbookFREE.me ~ very scary.
"call--"
Gibran stood firm, took a deep breath, and glanced at the surrounding people: "I use spells to help you to restore your health. This effect is time-effective. Once the energy of the spell injected into your body is exhausted, you will Will instantly return to what it was just now.
And the reason why you are like this, if I guess well, it is because people sneaking in, cursed us by some means!
Therefore, if you want to live, you must catch the person sneaking into the base before the spell expires, and ask from his mouth how to crack the curse. Now, get it! "
"Yes," everyone in the hall echoed in unison.
At this moment, a black shadow with a beak mask suddenly swept past the hall door and disappeared around the corner.
"It's the enemy!" When someone saw it, he would go after the leg lift.
"brush!"
Gibran flashed his body, appeared in front of the person who wanted to act, and stopped.
"Gibran is in charge, you are..."
Looking at the direction of the disappearance of the shadow, Gibran said seriously: "Don't worry, since the other party is still in the base, then you can't let the other party run. Therefore, you can't simply pursue it. The province's pursuit is the same as last time. You must fail. Make a plan. Well, doesn’t the other party want to play hide-and-seek with us, then play with him."
"that……"
"Next, everyone will listen to me!"
"Yes."
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On the other side, Richard runs while running his mind: the second phase of the plan, um, just now the second phase. Now is the third phase of the plan...beginning.
Has the other party pursued the plan? Very good, then dance together-dance on the tip of the knife!
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