A churning wave gradually subsided, and the black sea gently slapped against the masonry along the shore with the residual momentum, and the occasional slapping wave poured on the body of someone who was awakened, and the cold chill seeped directly into the deep bone marrow.

The sudden wind and waves on the sea made the city's policemen crawl out of the warm quilts and warn them from door to door, and similarly, the hospital in this small border town was also re-illuminated.

"Thankfully, their lives aren't in danger. ”

Fang Hong looked at Intix, Ossola and the others with worried expressions on their faces, and comforted them softly.

There are more than one injured person, but unfortunately treating magic is not the type that Fang Hong is best at, although Na Yu is more talented in alchemy magic, but it is a pity that she is an ability, and she can't make too much rejuvenation powder in a short time, so the use of rejuvenation powder and Amakusa-style special healing medicine when injured by magic is used, and as for patients who are injured by non-magic injuries, it is also a last resort to send them to the hospital.

Fang Hong lay on a hospital bed and closed his eyes slightly, projecting his consciousness onto the Clatier clone who was still facing off against the four knights fighting gods.

One consciousness controls two bodies, to be honest, this feeling is quite wonderful, but it's a pity that this kind of behavior of projecting one's own 'Dao' Second World into reality will reduce the combat effectiveness of the ontology, and the act of dichotomy of the soul will also have a certain impact on one's soul, so except for the two extreme cases of 'team battle' and 'dead tail survival', Klattil's clone does not have much effect.

As soon as the eyes are closed and opened, the sky is ...... There was no light, but the scene in front of me was full of warm and bright light and the Italian hospital was transferred to the cold and dark sea.

"Lalala......"

Fang Hong followed the instinct of the 'angelic power' in his body, and softly chanted a language that even he didn't know the meaning of, although the voice was light, but it sounded quite good, with the chanting of this voice, the Roman Orthodox blackfriar, who was originally struggling in the sea, was suddenly surprised to find that the sea under his feet produced a repulsive force, and even the seawater that soaked his clothes dried down the corners of his clothes, and the wet clothes became dry again.

"Angelic magic?"

Nero had seen the angelic magic, after all, as one of the members of the Knights of Punishment guarding the Vatican, they had dealt with the dark part of the Roman Orthodox Church, and the strongest force of the Holy See, the 'Right Seat of God', and they knew very well the techniques used by the black-haired girl floating in mid-air.

Humans can't use angelism, it's almost as immutable as one plus one equals two, but there are always one or two exceptions in countless ordinary worlds, and their one plus one really equals three.

It is also interesting to say, although Fang Hong can let himself cast the angelic magic, and the way the angelic magic works - using the world as the 'temple' and using himself as the 'archangel' to create the miracle itself, but for the operation power generated by the angelic magic, he can't copy it on the deity.

Bounded by the ten-kilometer area where the black-haired girl's singing spread, the black sea water under her feet transformed into a soft solid state like a trampoline, and the warm 'angelic power' continued to escape, and the Roman Orthodox magician who stepped on the sea looked at Klatil in the sky, and the expression on his face gradually changed from resentment to piety.

The people at the bottom of the church would not have the dirty minds of the higher-ups, they believed in the only 'God', not the Roman Orthodoxy itself, and gradually, all the black-robed priests consciously formed two long serpent-like queues, led by Cratill, followed by four rehabilitated knights of punishment, stepping on the black sea like silent ascetics, and gradually moving away in the other direction.

There was a roar in his ears from too much water, and Kamijo seemed to wake up from another world, and the voice of the silver-haired nun in front of him seemed to be approaching from a distant place, and Kamijo tried to hear her voice clearly, but all he could hear was a meaningless buzz.

The body is very tired, and the price of overdrawing the body is high, although this feeling of lying on the hospital bed seems to have a familiar sense of absurdity, but at this moment, Shangjo has no strength to complain about anything, recalling the words he said at the last moment before he passed out, he himself felt that his old face was a little red.

Woo, what kind of idea did I have at that time to say those words, it's simply black history! If it weren't for Shangjo's own kindness, it is estimated that he would have the intention of killing Piagio now.

The eyes that opened were a little stinging, and the nasal cavity was filled with an unpleasant smell of disinfectant, Shangjo looked at the hospital bed next door, Fang Hong's guy didn't know why, anyway, he was wearing the same style of hospital suit as himself, Shangjo tried to open his stinging eyes, and looked at the surrounding environment.

A nurse with soft blonde curly hair wiped the seawater from Kamijo's hair, and then, along with several other nurse sisters, lifted Kamijo, who had just woken up, onto an iron stretcher.

"It's ...... What's going on?"

As soon as he spoke, Kamijo was startled by the sound that came out of his throat, like a traveler who had not drunk water for a long time in the desert, the sound of struggling to spit out from his throat that was about to dry up into firewood.

"The doctor called just now.,Asking you to return to the school city for treatment.。 ”

The voice sounded very familiar, and Kamijo saw through the gourd-like waist curve of Miss Nurse's gourd-like waist that he saw the tall figure who was also wearing a patient gown.

That's right, it's Fang Hong's guy.

This guy got up from the hospital bed at some point, and compared to the miserable Kamijo, it looked like he was not hurt at all, and he looked alive.

Fang Hong held a black mobile phone in his hand, and he didn't know what to say to the nurse in English, they happily put down the stretcher in their hands, looked at Shangjo with a strange look, and then hurriedly left the ward.

"Wait a minute, it always feels like you're saying something that doesn't quite right. ”

Uejo thought about the look in the look of the cute nurse lady with a little freckles on her face when she left, and she felt a 'pum' in her heart, and instinctively had a bad feeling.

"No, it's Ah Shang who thinks too much...... Well, don't mention this yet, the doctor told you to answer the phone!"

The phone is through, but it's a pity that the upper strip who is now out of force is in a state of standby paralysis except for this mouth and neck, and he can only swing his neck hard and put his ears next to the phone.

"How much do you like coming to me, even when you're traveling?"

The voice on the other end of the phone sounds familiar.,Yes,Can you not be familiar.,Isn't this the voice of the frog-faced doctor in the hospital of the Seventh School District.,For Shangjo, who is in the hospital and goes to the cafeteria to eat.,The frog-faced doctor is really a familiar person.。

For Fang Hong to have the contact information of the frog-faced doctor, Shangtiao has no other ideas on this point, not to mention that Fang Hong is a high-achieving student who is longer on the computer, Shangjo once remembered that he also showed off to himself that the frog-faced doctor invited him to the hospital for an internship, not to mention that Fang Hong's luck value is about the same as his own, and he is also a master who runs to the hospital like eating and drinking.

If the luck value of the previous article was wiped out by the 'fantasy killer' and became a round zero egg, then the guy's luck value is also the eldest brother Don't laugh at the second brother.

"I'm sorry, it's so late, doctor, you even know about it. ”

Kamijo was a little ashamed, and he said to the frog doctor embarrassedly.

"It's still daytime in Japan.,Forget it.,Anyway, you're back to the school city as quickly as possible.。 ”

"The ......"

"Why, what's the problem? I'm not kidding, even if the hospital you're in is a cooperative facility dispatched by the school city, but this can't be used as a reason for outside research on the body of the person. ”