Chapter 116 Illusion

Not only can he easily dodge attacks from any direction, but what is even more frightening is the terrible attack of an instructor.

Lee just walked around Sir Tigate. When he dodged, Sir Tigate could not stand, and then collapsed to the ground. After inspection, it was found that Sir Tigate's whole body bones from the thirteenth hall of the trial court had been torn apart. He was as paralyzed like a broken toy that had been taken apart. On the ground, he couldn't move. For Sir Tigate from the Holy See, it became a luxury for him to close his open mouth at this time, because not only the bones and joints of his arms and legs were removed, but also his chin was removed. Fortunately, the weather is good. If it is raining, the young elite from the 13th Hall of the Trial Court is likely to be drowned by the rain.

Compared with him, the White Knight Lancelot was lucky. He was directly slapped and flew out, and soon his face was swollen with a huge bag.

It only took Li less than five minutes to let all 20 people in the yard lie on the ground. They were injured lightly or heavily, but all of them without exception lost their combat effectiveness.

It was not until he swept his leg and kicked the last person's leg bone that Li stood up and took a breath. He straightened his clothes and looked around. After making sure that no one could stand up, he opened his mouth and shouted, "Martin!"

The burly Reverend Martin came in with a medical box, followed by several young priests in black robes.

"Cader," Martin said after saluteing, "I'm ready."

"Then let's start quickly," Li pointed to Duran, who was lying in a pool of blood. The poor giant axe warrior has now become a one-armed hero. One of his arms was cut off by Dulan's axe by Li in the battle just now. "Go and treat this guy first. If it continues, the blood will dry, but it will die. Here," Li said, picking up an arm with his toes and gently kicking in front of Pastor Martin like a ball.

Pastor Martin stretched out his hand and grabbed the flying arm. Behind Martin, the young priests retreated several times with pale faces. Martin glanced back at the young priests, frowned and said harshly, "What are you afraid of? This is just a broken arm. This is the human body. And the blood in the human body, there is nothing terrible! Open your eyes and look at me," Martin looked at Lee, looked at Duran lying on the ground, and asked, "Is this to be connected to him?"

"Yes, is there a problem?"

"It's not a big problem," Martin carefully observed the incision of the broken arm. "The incision is very beautiful and clean. After connecting it, it should be able to recover as before."

"This boy is lucky. His axe is not bad, and the maintenance is also careful. Otherwise, I can only summon a mechanical slave to help connect him with a robotic arm. The few over there," Li's hand nodded casually, "I removed their bones. Do you know how to connect them?"

"Although I'm not a professional doctor, there is still no problem dealing with this kind of trauma on the battlefield. Don't worry, leave it to me." As Pastor Martin spoke, he walked to Duran. He quickly opened the medical box and began to connect his arms. First, it was a pain reliever, and then he stopped the bleeding. He connected the bones with steel nails and sutched the blood vessels and nerves. Pastor Martin's hands did not stop, and his mouth was not idle. He sang the Holy Word of the Emperor softly, while quickly After taking care of the wound, Li Zhan just stood aside and looked at it for a while, and then walked away at ease.

At this time, in a two-story house outside the yard, sixteen old priests in red robes were looking at all this with the same gloomy eyes.

They are the cardinal group of the Holy See, which is also under the actual control of the Holy See. The huge church runs according to the will of this group.

"This is simply a naked threat. These people are our best young soldiers, the future of the Holy See, and that man actually treated them like this," an old voice said fiercely: "It's so cruel to despise people's lives too much."

"He is indeed showing force, but if you look carefully, you will find that what he wants to show is not just force."

"What else? What is Pastor St. Martin doing? Do you pray for the dying?"

"No," a voice said hesitantly, "He seems to be treating it."

"Treatment! How could it be that Duran's arm was cut off? We all saw clearly that with such a serious injury, he had only one death.

"No, his blood has been stopped, and the broken arm has been connected!"

"Oh, my God, is this a miracle?"

"It not only has absolutely strong force, but also has unparalleled medical technology! Is this a gift from the Holy Emperor?

"There is no doubt. It's time to put aside your hesitation. This is the time to offer loyalty."

For a moment, the room almost boiled, and all the cardinals were exclaiming, and then this joy and excitement turned into neat prayers.

For the first time, these cardinals felt the glory of the emperor so clearly.

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When Li came to this field again the next day, the blood on the ground had been washed clean, and the broken masonry was also taken away and replaced with brand-new masonry. Twenty soldiers have already lined up and are waiting for Li's arrival.

"Isn't this a cheap bone?" Li smiled, walked to the crowd, and looked over one by one. "After being beaten, they were all honest. I thought you would stick to it for a while, but I didn't expect you to be smart and just admit it. Well, it seems that you are still quite miserable. Isn't it all with injuries? Why don't you take a few more days off?"

I really want to take a few more days off, but do we dare? Not to mention admitting to being a coward, will you continue to be beaten if you are not honest? Duran gritted his teeth, and Duran didn't want to guess what others thought. Anyway, she didn't dare to be presumptuous in front of the instructor.

Du Lan is really hateful and painful, frightened and frightened now. The hatred is buried in his heart, the pain is painful on his shoulder, and the panic is because he almost survived. Now his arm has been connected, put on the wound medicine, wrapped in gauze, and finally fixed by a large piece of plaster. Due to the timely treatment, the broken arm is saved. But even if it has been treated by Martin, the best doctor in the world, the injury will not get better at once. One arm was cut from the shoulder, which is a serious injury anyway. It will take at least three months to be completely healed. If the arm wants to recover as before, it will take three years of restorative training.

Of course, for Duran, this was already blessed by the God Emperor. The axe was taken away and he watched one of his arms being cut off. At that time, he was really disheartened. Such a serious injury and such a huge wound were really a warrior. There is no reason for survival. Even if you are lucky enough to survive, there is only one hand left. At that time, it was difficult to cut people with an axe, even if it was difficult to farm with a hoe.

But he didn't expect that the arm would be preserved in this situation. Duran couldn't imagine how Pastor Martin did this. In his opinion, it was a complete miracle. After all, Duran was just a warrior in the Middle Ages. The most advanced therapy he had seen before was "leach therapy", so he could not understand what Pastor Martin had done. In his opinion, there was no other reasonable explanation other than this explanation. And as long as you think of Pastor Martin, Duran's simple head is full of respect and love for Martin, and there is no other room for anything else.

"Yo, look at you," Li smiled when he came to Antali, the throat piercing. He said viciously, "Why do you look like a fat-headed fish? Why don't you see it for a day? Your throat is gone." Antale, the piercing man, squeezed a wry smile on his face. He opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound. Antali's throat was swollen, looking like a small life buoy around his neck. It looked quite funny, but it was a little scary. Fortunately, although the injury looks a little scary, it is not serious. After the swelling subsided, it can recover as before.

Next to Antaly is Lancelot with a high and swollen face. The image of the handsome white knight is quite embarrassing now. The cheeks on one side seem to have turned into a balloon, and the balloon is full of air.

Then there was the Black Knight Virgil. The bridge of his nose was shattered, and his whole face turned into a small concave plate. If Virgil was sleeping in the wild and it was raining in the sky just now, he could use his face to fill a lot of water. Of course, as long as Virgil boarded the Silver Wing, this minor injury can naturally be easily repaired with the equipment on the ship, but Li felt that he would not tell him for the time being.

There is nothing wrong with Jomina, a female warrior from the past. In addition to a bright red palm print on her belly, although Li's palm hit her four or five meters away yesterday, although it looked terrible, it did not cause any real harm to her.

Sir Tigate looks good on the outside. Except for his pale face, it is obvious that only his eyelids were all over his body yesterday. He remembered the experience of activities with his own meaning.

"You think you are powerful warriors from all over the world," Li said loudly while appreciating the embarrassed appearance of everyone, "You think that you are powerful and deeply rooted in your bone marrow. You are the best interpretation of strength. You used to be very strong. You hold a sharp blade and can dominate it. His life, the 'life' or 'death' of others, lies only between your thoughts.

Li paused and continued, "But now, you know that your cognition is just a beautiful illusion."