A trace of burning pain gradually spread from his left hand to his whole body, from the depths of the bone marrow little by little, like ants eating away at Fang Hong's body. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

If someone with the ability to see through at this moment saw Fang Hong's situation at this moment, they would find that the extremely white jade-like bone that was originally confined to the left arm had already soaked most of his ribs and skull, and the infection continued.

In the dark and void space, Fang Hong once again came to the mountain where he had seen the night soul at the beginning.

The mountain has no edges, the peak has no sheath, but what is waiting here is no longer the white-haired god who has faintly lost the middle two, a gray stone tablet, standing quietly in the center of the peak.

"I'm dead?"

"Naturally not, if you died, you wouldn't be here. ”

Fang Hong's voice came from behind a woman without sorrow or joy, the voice was very elegant, and faintly full of holiness.

"I really don't understand why Mr. Night values you so much, and doesn't look like a 'hero'!"

As soon as his vision blurred slightly, Fang Hong noticed that the image of a woman appeared in front of him...... How to describe the woman, about twenty years old, with dazzling long blond hair, turquoise pupils, ornate armor intertwined with white and gold, and a spear of the same color in her hand.

"Spear of the Goddess of Victory?"

Fang Hong's eyes changed instantly, and a trace of panic gradually began to spread from the bottom of his heart.

"Who are you?"

"What a cute little guy, you signed a contract with me and borrowed my Ichisei Origin Divinity, who do you say I am?"

Fang Hong subconsciously seemed to step back, the huge power coming from that woman, no, the goddess seemed to be endless in his perception.

If you really want to compare it with something, it's like the gap between a firefly and the sun, so powerful that it makes people feel hopeless.

"You're Klattil, the real Aurora Fighting God?"

"No, Klatil is you, and the power given to you belongs to you completely. The goddess full of divine aura smiled slightly, and the moment he saw her smile, Fang Hong felt that the world had changed color, becoming clearer and more beautiful.

"If you can reach the extreme of true combat magic, you can summon my deity through the Origin Divinity in your body, remember, my name is Klasnelle. ”

Klasnelle's smile was magical, and it made people think, 'Even if you die, if you can see her smile'.

Of course, this kind of thought only appeared in his mind for a moment, and Fang Hong slapped himself hard, and he woke up with the strength of the pain.

"You...... What strength do you have now?"

"Ah, if you divide this world, it should be the 'Demon God' level, but because I don't belong to this world, I belong to the outer gods, and I can't use the rules of this world, so I should be slightly weaker than the 'Demon God'. ”

"It's even more ...... than the 'Demon God' Weaker?"

Fang Hong swallowed lightly, the strength division of the Chinese Mystic Realm is only a simple creation of the three realms, above which is the so-called immortal and demon god realm, as early as three years ago, if it wasn't for that accident and became afraid of heights, Fang Hong should have already reached the Heavenly Gate realm, and then he should have entered the Demon God realm......

Well, frankly speaking, Fang Hong was a little too simplistic about the ultimate realm of the Demon God, a magician.

The strength of his own Earth Gate Realm, in front of Clasnelle, is like a small flame that wants to compete with the sun, not to mention the demon god who is much stronger than Clasnelle's strength?

Can't think about it anymore, Fang Hong ordered himself not to think about it anymore, if he was really frightened by his own thoughts and lost his enterprising spirit, Fang Hong couldn't imagine the scene where he could only hide behind others and wait.

Clasnelle looked at the change in the expression of the young man in front of her, the reality changed from fear, to depression, to smile, in just a few minutes, she was able to adjust her mood so quickly, there is no doubt that the young man named Fang Hong in front of her is a very strong guy in his heart.

He has a heart to be strong......

"Uh...... That ......"

Fang Hong looked at the woman's perfect appearance, and didn't know how to speak for a while, although she had already told herself her name, but Fang Hong always felt that it was a little impolite to call a lady's name directly.

As if seeing Fang Hong's entanglement, Krasnell shook her head gently, and her lips lightly opened: "Don't care about the cumbersome etiquette of human beings, names are used by people to call, if one day you can also reach the so-called demon god level, you will understand that those complex thoughts of human beings are completely unnecessary for gods." ”

"Okay, I'll give you another copy of the Origin Divinity now, and reforge your body with the Shiwu Stone left by Mr. Ye. ”

Clasnell tapped a little golden light source from the hollow pattern on the chest of her armor, and then struck Fang Hong's forehead.

"Reforge the body?"

"You are too weak, Mr. Ye thinks that as a man, whether you can beat or not, it is a good thing to be able to resist the beating. ”

Krasnell explained to Fang Hong in a serious manner.

"Although I don't know what it means, Mr. Ye wants me to remind you that as a protagonist, you can not be strong, but you must have the vitality of Xiaoqiang. ”

"If that's the case, wouldn't the sandbag be the best actor?"

When Fang Hong heard these crooked evil wheels coming out of Krasnell's mouth, he immediately cried and laughed, the problem is that the other party is still a god, even if he resists, it is estimated that it will have no effect.

"It's none of my business, I'm just asked by Mr. Night to help you exercise your ability to resist blows, this is a compulsory course!"

……

"The operation is done, well, everyone has worked hard. ”

The middle-aged doctor, who looked like a frog, looked at the patient's physical values in the instrument, which had gradually returned to normal, took off his green mask, and said to several assistants who were still busy beside him.

"Liancha-chan, you don't need to come to the stitching thing, you go to rest first, and if you are tired, you can go back to rest early from work. ”

"Doctor, it's okay!"

"Well, since you want to do it. ”

The Soul Chaser nodded, and after watching Liancha gradually finish stitching up the patient's wounds, he pushed out of the operating room.

The operation time is not too long, even if it is a complex brain surgery, it only takes more than an hour, and as soon as he goes out, the soul chaser of the underworld is blocked by a person.

It was a slender woman, in her twenties, wearing a white coat but not a doctor, Yoshikawa Kikyo.

"She, is she alright?"

Fangchuan Kikyo glanced at the white girl with her eyes closed with some concern, and turned to face the soul chasing the soul of the underworld in an inquiring tone.

Frankly speaking, she is still very relieved about the strength of the Soul Chaser in the Underworld, he is a guy who will never give up on the patient as his life goal, even if it is a serious injury or illness, he will not be his opponent.

Sometimes, in order to treat the sick, he can even do whatever it takes, and many new technologies and theories that are applied are not approved by the outside world, even the general council that uses the entire city as a testing ground......

There was once an urban legend that his medical skills could be twisted even by the laws of the gods, and that he had developed a special life-sustaining device based on mystical theories that could overcome the problems of aging and the limits of lifespan. The only experimental model that existed before was said to have been housed in a windowless building.

"Needless to say, I don't want to think about who did the surgery. ”

The Soul Chaser never reveals his hard work in front of patients and their families, always describing his illness lightly and comforting him as much as possible.

"To be honest, it's really a slap in time, if I come two minutes late, no matter how good I am, I can't revive the dead person, this is the child's life!"