Joseph Sr. lay on the ground, panting heavily.

-- Or rather, lingering.

His entire left arm was nearly burned to the ground, leaving only a stubble of about ten centimeters, emitting a faint flame.

And his body was cut in two directly from the waist, and a considerable part of the flesh in the middle was missing, and the cut surface of the wound was full of pitch-black scorch marks, locking the wound that was constantly bleeding and delaying his death.

He didn't expect that after the mountain man was ignited by his own poisonous fire, he would still have the strength to throw his blade shield at him.

Because of the reason why he had been directing the poisonous fire before, it was too late for Joseph Sr. to find the bladed shield.

All he could do was jump straight up and let the shield that flew towards his chest, enough to split his heart and lung lobes in half, roll into his lower abdomen.

To use his own hands to block such a foolish thing, old Joseph never thought of it.

Just by looking at the momentum of the blade shield flying, you knew that it was definitely not an attack that flesh and blood could block.

He wouldn't do it rather than uselessly scrap one of his arms to slow down the shield and further increase his pain.

Sure enough.

The shield slid out of his back, like crushing a piece of tofu without resistance.

The thick black iron chain was attached to the end of the shield, shaking at high speed like a snake tail that was constantly flicking, and it narrowly slashed through the left side of Joseph Sr.'s head, and the wind caused the left side of his face to appear bloody.

After that, five great roars rang out behind Joseph Sr. in succession—the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

Then, an icy cold wind swept in from behind him. Snowflakes are blown by the wind and flutter up and down.

I guess five trees were cut off.

Old Joseph estimated in his heart.

The lower half of his body fell backwards under the action of inertia. The upper half of his body fell forward due to the strong wind, and his left hand was even open to touch his ankle.

…… Was it cut in two?

No. If only it was cut in two, it would be fine.

If there was anesthesia, Joseph Sr. himself would have been able to stitch two of his body and intestines together.

As for repairing the kidneys and liver, which may have been broken in half, as well as the crisp spleen like tofu, it will take the help of magic.

However, Joseph Sr. smiled bitterly and found that the part of himself that he could no longer feel seemed to be a little more than his legs not far from his upper body.

To put it simply, in addition to the upper and lower bodies on the ground, Joseph Sr. also had a part of his body directly stirred into flesh by the high-speed rotating blade shield. They crashed into a tree together.

…… There's nothing worse than that.

Joseph Sr. was able to easily mend his broken torso, at least until he received proper treatment.

However, in the face of a large handful of meat foam that had been cooked through the violent friction in the gap between the shields, old Joseph could not think of anything other than adding some coriander.

Even if the meat foam was originally the material on his body, it was the same.

Joseph Sr. looked down at his present "part," and then at the bottom half of the "part," to determine how much he was missing.

"Two kidneys, half a liver, and half a roll of intestines...... Great. You can simmer a pot of broth. ”

Old Joseph laughed without a smile, feeling the empty lower half of his body, spitting phlegm, and scolded in a low voice.

If nothing else. I'm afraid I won't survive today.

However, because of the poisonous fire that burned Kruvien and the plants on the ground, it was now supplying old Joseph with a steady stream of material and energy. In addition, because the wound has been sealed by the high temperature, he will not be able to die for a while. I can only keep this half-dead appearance here until my organs fail and die.

Joseph Sr. would rather die.

He has cleared the traitors for Lord Orlando. He was proud of it. It doesn't matter if you die here at this moment.

Moreover, he was already dying anyway.

Old Joseph's eyes flared. The voice was distorted along with the sight, and the strange whistling faintly in the ears made the ventricles flutter like an otherworldly.

"Orlando Adult ......"

His pupils dilated. Muttered in his mouth.

“…… Joseph? How could you be so embarrassed? ”

At the same time that a familiar and doubtful voice sounded above his head, Old Joseph's survival ** suddenly boiled-

can live well, who would choose to die for no reason?

"Lord Orlando! Save me! ”

Joseph Sr. did not care about his own face, and immediately called out to Roland for help.

He didn't know that Roland didn't know what to do at the moment.

Among other things, the huge wound on the belly alone made Roland marvel at the vitality of Joseph Sr.

The injury, which partially disappeared between the top half and the bottom half, reminded Roland of the victims on Earth who were tied to the rails and torn in two by trains.

It breaks from the ribs and then down to the hip bone. Flesh and blood did not smear the ground, but just vanished out of thin air.

And his left hand, which had been burned by something...... It's like a candle, dripping downward.

What kind of thing can cause such an injury......

"May all the glory be to the teacher—"

Although Roland did not know why Joseph Sr. was here, or why he was so badly injured, Roland reached out his right hand and pressed it on his forehead as Joseph Sr. prayed, and sang a chant to heal his wounds.

"You have the power to strengthen me, because I am in accord with the gospel which thou hast preached, and in the truth which thou hast revealed."

As Roland chanted, a silvery-white light shimmered like water, pouring out of Roland's palm and turning into a shining silver cross on Joseph Sr.

"My God my Lord Sleep Master, watch over him as you care over me, that there may be light in his eyes, that he may not return to an everlasting sleep—"

[You used the Innocuous Chant on a target other than yourself...... Target Joseph (Level 32 martyr), request submitted]

[Tutor Sleeps Accepts Your Request]

Martyrs?!

Roland's brow couldn't help but jump.

When did he become the pastor of the Sleeping Teacher?

The Martyr is not a strange sect - Roland is a pre-time travel game character, and the pre-occupation of the coffin-bearer is the Martyr.

Silver light erupted from the cross on Joseph Sr.'s forehead, enveloping the two bodies.

In the next moment, the lower half of Joseph Sr.'s body turned directly into ashes, and the broken body quickly grew into a new torso.

In just about three seconds, Joseph Sr. got up from the ground.

He tried to shake his right hand, feeling the power he had never felt before.

Roland's injuryless chant not only eliminated his serious injuries and restored his vitality, but also eliminated the dark injuries accumulated on weekdays.

…… Is this also the power of the Eternal Sleep Teacher?

Joseph Sr. couldn't help but be secretly speechless.

"Lord Orlando, thank you very much......"

As soon as Joseph Sr. got up, he knelt down again, and bowed down deeply at Roland.

"Don't panic. Tell me what happened before," Roland's voice was very flat and unemotional, "Didn't I tell you that you shouldn't just come out of town if there's nothing special?" ”

"That's something special, Orlando."

Old Joseph looked serious.

“…… Anrusi, you can help me go and see why the trees behind me have fallen. Then use it to detect the humanoid and report the results to me. ”

"Yes, Mr. Roland."

Casually found a reason to send An Ruosi away, Roland narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked down at old Joseph who was lying on his own money.

"I hope you'll give me a good enough reason."

"I don't need disobedient people...... I hope you can forgive me. ”

Roland said word by word in a very soft voice. (To be continued......)