"It's really worthy of the Morning Star level attack method, I don't even dare to use my fingers to get close to those weird law energy, even the blade made of legendary level alchemy materials will lose its sharp characteristics due to the touch of this incomprehensible corrosive effect, it seems that these necrotic muscle tissues and organ structures on your body have been completely hopeless, in order to avoid the further expansion and deepening of the damage in the flesh, I can only remove these withered muscles and even nerves and bones."

Helplessly and a little sighing, the rough and ruthless "plague box" cut off a full third of the flesh and blood on Dieter's own flesh and blood in three strokes and five divisions, as if he was uncovering the annoying garbage that was inactive and contaminated, and Keisha Noya, who was acting as a temporary doctor, had to put them all into a round iron bucket.

So when the process of the operation was about to end, this metal container that looked like a large crucible was filled with pieces of internal organs and a lot of flesh, bones, and even spinal cord tissue, and those who knew understood that the "plague box" was urgently treating the wounds on the body of the "thunderstorm", and those who didn't know would think that Keisha Noya, who had eaten enough sweet bread, was now going to start studying beef offal soup.

Of course, Dietben, who was lying on the slate platform, was undoubtedly a "man who knows".

Therefore, even when he saw that his body had turned into a half skeleton in the blink of an eye under the sharp sword cutting of the girl mage, the legendary warlock who breathed a long sigh of relief only sighed in a slightly fortunate tone and sighed heavily:

"I'm so lucky to have saved my life............ You know what? As these necrotic tissues spread across my body, I didn't even have the strength to raise my hand to dig them up myself, and the rock-solid body of the Warlock Profession almost killed me in the end, and now thanks to your help, I feel much better."

Someone saved a life, and the always unruly Dietben's speaking style immediately became polite, although his attitude change may not be due to meaningless gratitude, but at least in the face of the "doctor" and "team leader" who is in charge of his own life, even a guy like "Thunderstorm" will learn "respect" and "politeness" without a teacher.

It's just a pity that no matter how good the legendary warlock's kind words are on the spot, the "plague box" that has never quenched the anger in his heart will not eat him.

"Feel much better?hehe, even after this operation, your chances of survival have now increased from less than thirty percent to a maximum of sixty percent, and I can use the alchemy blade to help you deal with the physical surgery, but the injury at the soul level is not something that a semi-reclusive mage is capable of solving, after all, I have no potions here, no tools, and no knowledge............ Alas, anyway, this operation is already the best I can do, and even His Excellency "President" will not say anything after knowing about this situation, so please ask yourself for more blessings now, you troublemaker!"

Keisha Noya, who stared at the three alchemy blades placed on the metal tray with a heartache and casually warned Dietben of "precautions", began to show painful eyes.

You must know that the "Plague Box" is not a wealthy alchemy archmage like punk, even a finger-sized legendary alloy is a very precious and rare resource for her, but today is only one night, and the girl mage who operated on the "thunderstorm" used three legendary scalpels!

This kind of behavior is so outrageous!

Dietben, who fled in a hurry, didn't even have a storage ring with him, so even if Keisha Noah wanted to ask her patients for medical expenses, all she could get was a blank check of "I'll pay it back when I have money".

Such a non-binding promise is meaningless for the legendary pro, so now the "plague box" is destined to consider itself unlucky.

“............”

"Now that the operation is over, let's ask Mr. Akama to tell me why he got into trouble with the Pantheon's Divine Sticks! Did you slaughter a mid-sized plane under the hands of a great god, or did you steal the magic potion from the Pantheon's escort? The Throne of the Flare is on top...... Let's be open and honest at this point, the magical energy that lingers in your body doesn't even look like a means used by the gods of the good camp."

"Bang"!

Standing up proudly, he sat down on the wooden chair next to the stone platform, and the "Plague Box" looked at the "Thunderstorm" with suspicion and vigilance.

She's a non-professional spellcaster with a lot of fun in life and likes to role-play, but as a legend, she's never been a fool without a sense of vigilance.

However, when faced with the questioning of the "life-saving benefactor", Dieter, who had just grown a few muscles, sat up with the skeleton of half of his body, and had no skin on his body, and retorted without any hesitation:

"Do you think I'm going to lie about something like this? Do you really think I'm provoking the Pantheon on my own initiative? Do you think I'm capable of provoking the Morning Star Priest? It's unreasonable! Even if I want to provoke a Morning Star Professional, I'll have to find a Morning Star Professional, right? But what else can I, a desolate warlock infected with the Soul of Sorrow, know anything other than the residence of Mr. Whisperer of Destruction?"

As he spoke, he frowned and stared at Keisha Noah's beautiful face, and the "thunderstorm", who couldn't control his emotions a little, was almost expressing his thoughts with a deafening roar at this time.

He knew very well that the only "friend" who could help him, a "waste man", escape from the pursuit, was the "plague box", and once the girl mage who didn't want to cause trouble decided to pretend to be an ostrich and turn a blind eye to the immediate crisis, wouldn't he be buried in the narrow star field of the Odora plane without the ability to cast spells and even control his limbs?

Such an ending "Thunderstorm" was unacceptable, so before Keisha Noah could respond to his first statement, he hurriedly put forward his own suggestions and ideas:

I don't know what the hell the Pantheon is crazy about killing me, and I don't know if they're going to attack you the second weakest after killing me, but it's foolish to sit here and wait for an invincible opponent to come to you, I think we should quickly inform Your Excellency "President" of this matter, and then seek temporary refuge in Mr. "Whisper of Destruction" or "Instant Kill Gun"!