The constant pain from the wound hit Sean's soul, his consciousness became blurred, and the originally flexible mana seemed to be a little disobedient at this time, and he quickly stopped transforming kinetic energy.

Temporarily losing control of his mana, Sean's flight could not be maintained, and under the gravity of the core of the Faeron plane, he soon fell straight down.

"Bang!"

The moment his body came into contact with the ground, more intense pain appeared, but fortunately, Sean quickly came to his senses and rolled on the ground, barely supporting himself to stand up again.

The effect of the confinement technique had been cracked, but he still found that his current situation was rather bad.

As a trainee-level professional, Sean's willpower has also been greatly strengthened, not to mention the pain of a broken arm, even if he is cut in half on the spot, he can still chant spells as usual, as for the loss of mana, it is even more impossible.

And the only thing that could cause him to have this happen could only be the enemy who suddenly appeared!

Obviously, in the short split second of the previous fight, Sean was inflicted a special abnormal state, which caused the pain he felt to be magnified by an unknown number of times, and could even affect his soul and consciousness.

……

Sean gasped and took out the Abyssal Blade from his bosom, and as his mind moved, most of the amputated arms that had fallen in the distance flew swiftly towards him.

The female warlock who suddenly broke through the wall paid no attention to his movements, still condescendingly raising the short sword in her hand, as if preparing for the next attack.

Seeing that the broken arm flew to his feet, Sean looked fierce, and he grabbed the Abyss Blade with his backhand, aiming the blade directly at the shoulder joint of his left hand.

Chop!

The small part of his left arm that remained on his body was cut off, and a large amount of blood was spilled, Sean's face turned pale, and his whole person exuded a crazy emotion.

"Sacrifice!"

Filled with rage, Sean struggled to chant the incantation in the Abyssal language, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at the Assassin.

The breath of the abyss permeated the surroundings.

In the face of the target's self-harming behavior and the strange dagger, the sneak attacker who was still floating in the air had obviously lost his original confidence and calmness.

After a moment's hesitation, Cheryl gritted her teeth lightly and swung the short sword in her hand again.

She seemed to want to end the fight as quickly as possible, so the blow was more powerful than before, slashing at Sean's head with unstoppable force.

In the face of the attack that fell from the sky, Sean's remaining more than a hundred volts of mana instantly surged, and all of them were poured into the Abyss Blade at once, and the two arms on the ground also dried up at an extremely fast speed, and even the remaining blood stains disappeared in an instant, completely disappearing.

With flesh and pain as sacrifices, and all mana as fuel, the surface of the Abyssal Blade is dyed with a dark light mixed with blood red and gray black, as if an endless abyss has descended on the world, and even a glance can make people fall into the deepest despair.

The power of sacrifice comes in many forms, but faced with the current situation, Sean chose the most convenient one.

Abyssal Impregnation.

The strange pattern suddenly spread throughout the body of the sneak attacker at the moment when the dagger changed, and the originally powerful attack was instantly eliminated invisibly, and she seemed to lose all her strength in an instant, and the whole person fell to the ground like Sean before.

Shocked, frightened, flustered......

Sean held the Abyss Blade tightly in his hand, and his whole person entered a strange state, making the enemy's emotions and feelings clear.

"End ...... as soon as possible"

Sean's remaining sanity told him that he couldn't delay any longer, and while Cheryl was still bound by the power from the abyss, he stabbed the trembling dagger out of his hand with all his might, and stabbed her into her brow with an unstoppable force.

The Dagger's passive "erosion" is activated.

Under the enhancement of sacrifice, this ability has also been greatly strengthened in a short period of time, and a large number of negative states have quickly stacked, but it is clear that the other party has not much time to savor this feeling.

For this seemingly ordinary stab, Sean sacrificed all his mana and an arm, and in the face of the powerful suppressive effect given by the dagger, Cheryl had little power to resist.

Her brain was instantly shattered into a pulp by the power of the Abyssal Blade, and even her soul was absorbed by the dagger, completely losing the chance to be reborn or survive.

This is the life-and-death struggle between professionals, always being vigilant to each other's every move is the true meaning of the battle, even if Cheryl relied on sneak attacks to make Sean embarrassed before, as long as one is not careful, he will fall into a situation from which he will never recover.

When the power of the sacrifice wore off, Sean became weak.

He let go of his right hand gripping the Abyssal Blade, and with some weakness he took out several special crystal bottles from his robe pocket, uncorked them, and poured them into his mouth.

In order to prevent accidental breakage of the container containing the potion during the battle, and to preserve the effects of the potion for a long time, many alchemists have made their own flasks, perhaps with special protective measures attached to them.

Stamina Elixir, Stamina Elixir, and a combination of four levels of Elixir......

In the case that there was no conflict in the properties of the medicine, Sean used almost all the potions he carried.

The potions didn't have much water and were absorbed by the body at a breakneck rate once taken, and after feeling a little better, Sean walked over to the assassin and pulled the dagger out of her head.

Maybe her figure and appearance were not bad before she died, but after the destruction of the Abyss Blade, I'm afraid no one can recognize her original appearance.

In order to ensure that the other party can die completely, Sean has already activated the devouring ability of the Abyss Blade, and now not only her soul, but even the body of this apprentice-level professional has been completely reduced to the nourishment of the dagger, leaving only an empty skin.

Sean's mana quickly recovered to 85 volts under the effect of the potion, which made his heart breathe a sigh of relief for a while, and after throwing a few spells to remove negative states and healing on his body, he began to clean up the battlefield.

……

Fights between apprentice-level professionals were different from ordinary street fights, and as long as there was no great damage to public property or casualties, the bullying and fearful security agencies in Teresa would not come to him for trouble.

As for the commoners and nobles who suffered a loss of property or personal safety? If you think your strength is enough, you can come to the door in person to ask for an explanation, but not everyone has the courage or leisure to do so, so this kind of incident is often over.

And what Sean has to do now is very simple, that is, to use prophecy spells to counteract at the information level, so as to prevent the enemy from finding out his details or secretly doing things through these means.

……

After a treacherous battle, it's time to reap the spoils.

Although those magic items and alchemy items were good fortunes, the thought of temporarily losing his left hand made Sean's mood not improve much.

Summoning the bag of gold coins that had been thrown in the distance into his hand, Sean repeatedly searched the body several times, and then directly threw a flaming fireball to completely incinerate it.

"Apprentice Spell - The Mists of History"

Carefully blurring out the details of the battle from the information level, Sean used the levitation technique to carry the loot with him and quickly left the scene.

Although he felt that there were not necessarily professionals in Teresa who were good at information operations, it was always right to be cautious.

The experience of being attacked taught him another lesson, that is, never underestimate anyone, no matter how good his talent is, if he does not have enough time and resources to support him, he can easily be defeated by others.

……

……

Somewhat embarrassed, Sean slammed the gate open with his right hand and walked into the yard with a pile of loot floating behind him.

As soon as he entered the door, he adjusted the defense system of the house to the maximum, and at the same time, in order to confirm whether the home was safe, Sean also released a detection spell into the house to avoid any accidents.

The mage robes on his body were no longer as clean and tidy as they had been when they went out, but were stained with dust and blood, and were damaged in many places.

The most conspicuous of these was the vanishing left sleeve and the huge wound exposed in the hole in the left shoulder.

……

Hearing strange movements and incantations in the courtyard, Celia soon realized that it was Sean who had returned.

Although she was a little surprised by the speed at which the owner could buy things, she still walked from the kitchen to the entrance with a lovely smile and waited quietly, wanting to greet Sean as soon as she arrived home.

However, when the small door in front of her was opened, Celia froze instantly, staring at Sean's blood and disappeared left arm with panicked eyes, her face full of surprise and worry.

"The host...... You ......"

Celia opened her mouth slightly, looking overwhelmed.

She was tempted to ask what had happened, but she was afraid that she would anger her master by saying the wrong thing.

"Get out!"

Sean was in a very bad mood at the moment because he had just experienced an attack and a battle to the death, and when he saw that Celia dared to stand in front of him so uninterestingly, a nameless anger suddenly rose in his heart.

"Don't get in the way here!"

With his remaining right hand raised in the air, Sean clenched his five fingers into a ball, as if to vent his frustration, and struck Celia in the abdomen with precision.

"Bang!"

After a muffled thud, Celia was beaten backwards and flew out.

She collapsed to the ground with a pale face, and at the same time covered her belly with her hands and whimpered.

Her huddled body had completely lost the strength to struggle, like a dying little beast, leaving everything she had to fate.

……

But Sean didn't care about this, and he went straight to the laboratory on the second floor, trying to make a treatment plan for himself as soon as possible.

For apprentice-level professionals, the broken arm itself is not terrible, as long as the arm remains intact and active, it is really easy to get it back, at most it is a matter of a few bottles of potions or a few spells.

But there is a premise for all this, that is, the broken arm has not been lost or damaged, and has not been infected by special forces, if the above conditions are not met, then the lower the integrity of the limb, the greater the cost of repair.

It's a pity that the battle that happened not long ago was too sudden, and Sean was directly caught off guard, and at that time, in order to avoid accidents, he was very decisive to completely cut off his arm and sacrifice it to the abyss.

This makes the situation a little tricky.

Although sacrificing to the Abyss does not mean that Sean has lost his left hand forever, since his original body has been destroyed, the only way to regain it is to reinvent it.

Professionals are different from ordinary people, and as the level of professionals gradually increases, their physical bodies will also be gradually strengthened by the xenoether, becoming more in line with their own system.

As a result, Sean wouldn't be able to create his left hand for himself as quickly as he could shape a normal person's limbs, and even if he did, the body he obtained in this way would look out of place, completely lacking the power he should have.

After confirming the condition of his body through spells, Sean used his mana to take out a pen and paper from the drawer, and carefully thought and deduced the best treatment plan.

It's hard to do, but it's not impossible to solve, at least as a genius alchemy mage, he has already thought of several absolutely feasible methods just now, but they are a bit expensive in terms of budget, and they need to be further improved.

……

……

"Ahem...... Ahem......"

Lying on the cold floor, Celia coughed weakly.

Her face was bloodless, and her consciousness was in a trance, and what had happened recently made her feel both painful and helpless.

"Lord, Master......"

Celia muttered helplessly, as if she wanted to beg her master to forgive her mistake, but she smiled wryly as she looked at the empty doorway.

Yes, she is just a lowly slave, has her long-term gentleness made her lose the concept of dignity and inferiority? In such a situation, it is not surprising that he dared to stand in front of his master, even if he was punished like this......

With this thought, Celia's heart felt extremely tormented.

Although I don't know what the owner will do with herself, judging from her current physical condition, if she can't get timely treatment, I'm afraid her life will really be in danger.

……

……

Pain, unspeakable pain......

As time passed, Celia's tears continued to flow.

She felt the pain in her abdomen grow more and more intense, as if a large hand was stirring vigorously in her stomach, kneading the fragile organ at will, slowly dragging her into despair.

Are you going to die?

She thought.