1:425 Dance to the Ritual (6)

At the same time, Rome.

After hours of "peeling" and removing the bandage, the star nearly fainted.

His injuries basically did not improve, not only did the dragon scales not grow back, but the skin and flesh basically did not recover, and the old skin just kept sticking to the old bandage and fell off in the process of removing the bandage.

The ointment covered with it only played a role in anti-inflammatory and antibacterial, and the therapist didn't apply it a little, and the dragon felt a hot pain.

It took half a day, and it was hard to replace the old bandage with blood and replace it with a clean new bandage - but it was already starting to stain red with blood.

"Finally, is it finally okay?" asked the star angrily, and at the same time saw the ** master Merlin coming. He was in charge of magic treatment after the Evil Star was bandaged.

"Leave it to me. Merlin said to the therapist. The therapist nodded, cleaned up and left.

"Mage, your healing isn't working. Evil Star grumbled. Merlin came for several days, using healing magic on the dragon every day, but with little effect.

"That's going to have to keep going. If you give up on treatment, you will really be hopeless. Merlin encouraged.

Healing magic is actually the simplest and purest magic, the magician only needs to gather the photons in the environment and send them to the part of the patient that needs to be treated through the palm of his hand, and the photons that slowly penetrate into the patient's body will stimulate the damaged cells and accelerate the healing of the wound.

However, there are fragments of the key to the Shijie Wall in the body of the evil star, and there are as many as six of them. This thing absorbs free photons at an astonishing rate.

Therefore, whenever Merlin used healing magic on Evilstar, the photons emitted from his palm were instantly sucked out by the key fragments in Evilstar's heart. As a result, not only did it not have the effect of healing the physical body, but the instantaneous overabundance of photons also caused a burden on the heart of the evil star.

Because of this, Merlin's healing magic didn't work. All he could do was release a very small amount of photons at a time, little by little, in the hope that this incomparably slow treatment would heal the Evil Star's skin without causing the Evil Star's heart to explode.

However, Evil Star's body is also deteriorating. Blood loss, infection, and persistent weakness are all counteracting Merlin's therapeutic effects. Not only is there no progress in treatment, it can even be said to be going backwards.

Xinghui Long looked at the gloomy face of the ** master, and he asked in a low voice, "How much time do I have left?" Merlin thought for a while, and finally replied, "About three days." Evil Star blinked. This is basically the same as his estimate. Dragons know a lot of things intuitively, and they are masters of using [True Knowledge]. And the most predictable thing for dragons is their own death.

When it's about to come, it feels so direct that you can almost hear it whispering to you.

Death is not terrible, it is gentle and serene, and it will always give a suffering soul a liberating hug.

Evil Star is not afraid of death. He's just, full of regrets. He might not have such regrets if he had only lived in the form of a dragon, but now, he had existed in human form for too long, and was so deeply involved with humans, that he had left so many bonds.

If you never have it, you don't care about losing it, and once you have it, you don't want to lose it.

In the form of a dragon, he lived for more than 10,000 years. He lived, but never really lived;

In human form, he lived less than a month. But he lived a wonderful and happy life.

And he greedily wants to live a more exciting, happier and happier life. It was precisely because he could not do it in the short time he had left that he felt extremely regretful.

"I'm not going to ask you to find a way to help me prolong my life, mage. "But, I beg you, find a way to get me out of bed one more time—one day, one day will be enough." Then I died without regrets. "One day? I want to figure it out. Merlin thought. It was a difficult request, but the mage was so powerful that he would always think of a way.

Evil Star closed his eyes, the slump making it impossible for him to stay awake. But at least, he slept with hope.

Looking at the evil star who had passed out in a coma, Shi Merlin sighed, lowered his voice and said, "I'm sorry, kid." You could have been saved, but I can't risk destroying Shijie just to save you alone. Saving someone and keeping Shijie safe, Merlin took these two things as a crossbar on the scales, and he easily chose the latter.

He easily chose Starlight Dragon Evil as a victim of fate.

But one thing was his miscalculation.

Even Evil Star didn't know that the phone Charlotte gave to Evil Star with her photo was accidentally turned on by Evil Star, and all the conversations between Merlin and Evil Star were recorded.

In the evening, after a sumptuous dinner of Warcraft meat with Albert, Bedwell and Albert anxiously awaited Pavre's arrival. Deanna had ordered her men to look for Puffer, but there was no sign of the Elephant Herbalist.

Of course, Paver killed a fox foreman this morning and is "absconding in fear of crime". If he deliberately hid, it would be difficult for the leopards to find him.

"What the hell is [Death Circuit]?" said Bedwell, washing himself and jumping into the bath, turning to the old butler Simmons.

"It's a traditional duel for my people. The old butler put the change of clothes on a wooden bench beside him, and lit a burst of incense in the room, "The two teams of the dueling will each have three warriors and fight a great melee until all three of them surrender or die." "So, we have to find Paver. Relying only on the two of us and the three Hackett brothers to fight each other, we will fall into an absolute disadvantage. Albert said, dipping his wings in the water as well, "Oh, these damn wings are in the way. "The already small bath was squeezed in by the winged tiger boy, and it became even more crowded.

"You should at least be glad that Pavor isn't here. Albert smiled wryly and said, "If he had squeezed in, the two of us wouldn't have to take a shower." And the kind of duel that might cost me my life, I'm definitely going to have to take a comfortable shower and face it—" "What about your legs?" asked Bedeville worriedly, "Are you healed?" Al moved his broken left leg. Although he was still wearing a splint, he could no longer feel the pain in his left leg. The golden egg he ate not only allowed him to grow wings, but also healed his leg injury.

"Bedi, there's something I want to tell you, if I don't survive—" The tiger boy looked at Simmons, the old leopard man beside him.

Simmons left the bathroom playfully so that the two interracial teenagers could talk privately.