A Pirate's Bizarre Adventure

Large-scale long-distance transmission is unrealistic.

Even with the transfer device invented by Bonova, Sharon and the others still traveled to several stations before barely setting foot on the southern continent.

Emlyn was already white, but after being tortured like this, his face became even whiter.

His face turned pale, and he no longer cared about his vampire demeanor. He opened the buttons of his shirt and cursed in a low voice: "The damn weather is more disturbing than the rainy season in Backlund."

indeed--

East and West Balam are located in the warm wind zone. If replaced by the previous concept, it is an "equatorial rainy climate". It is hot and humid. It is really difficult for natives of Loen like Emlyn to adapt.

However, he is not here to travel.

Holding back his annoyance, Emlyn called his younger brother.

——President of the ‘Blood Cross Rescue Society’, isn’t it normal to have a few younger brothers?

Hearing the call, Cord quickly ran over.

He is a fat little man with a round face and glasses. He looks honest and honest, and always smiles.

"Code." Emlyn said, "Notify, turn on the shield, set up camp, and be ready to receive the wounded."

"Understood, President." Cord nodded with a smile.

Emlyn said no more.

His assistant is no idiot.

Anyone who underestimates Cord will definitely die miserably...

The biggest difference between the Church of Fools and the Witch School is whether there is logistical support.

Adhering to the "people-oriented" concept, the "Blood Cross Rescue Society" established by Emlyn and other vampires has shined in various operations and contributed a lot of funds.

After all, whether you are an extraordinary person or an ordinary person, you will inevitably encounter obstacles.

At this time, vampires who are good at curing diseases and making medicines come into use.

Not only that, under the influence of advanced business concepts, Emlyn also launched nursing care, medical insurance and other services, making countless money.

Of course, he handed over all of this financial income to Audrey.

Still the same sentence, ‘The Church of Fools is really not short of money’…

Back to business.

Emlyn thought it would take a long time for the treatment camp to be launched.

Unexpectedly, as soon as they settled down in the rear area, the first batch of injured people arrived.

"Receive them in an orderly manner and save their lives at all costs!" Emlyn shouted.

After saying that, he also led a Sequence 5 Spiritual Religion Extraordinary into the ‘operating room’.

This member of the 'Royal Faction' had his eyes closed tightly, and his face was covered with a light red mist.

"The heart is no longer functioning. Emergency measures must be taken." Emlyn made an instant judgment.

He scolded others, first poured a potion into the injured person's body to paralyze his spirit, and then popped out the nail of his index finger - this thing was easier to use than any scalpel.

Because he was in a coma and on the verge of death, Emlyn easily slashed the chest of the person in front of him. But he saw a black heart beating feebly in the chest filled with poisonous gas.

"What a powerful poison!" Emlyn exclaimed secretly.

Suddenly he thought that this should be the witchcraft that witches are good at.

After calming down, Emlyn took out a seed from his secret pocket.

Facts have proved that Frank Lee not only has great potential in 'destroying the world', but the biotechnology he masters can also be used to cure diseases, save people, and save all sentient beings to a certain extent.

Soak the seed in blood, and in a few breaths it will grow into a light green, constantly beating heart.

Emlyn saw the right moment and took the heart.

Replaced the plant heart again.

It sounds like it's not difficult, but only an expert can see the specifics. After a long period of training, Emlyn, who has gone further and further in logistics and medical care, has become a professional in related fields.

If a documentary was shot specifically for him, the title would probably be "I'm Not a Medical God"...

The rescue is not over. Replacing damaged organs is only the first step. The next step is to see the real story.

Emlyn's face was expressionless, and he used familiar methods to remove residual toxins from the patient's body.

Time passed little by little.

The treatment went very well.

The members of the 'Royal Faction' who were halfway through the gate of hell were forcefully pulled back by him.

However, Emlyn did not relax at all.

Because hundreds more poisoned people were transported to this camp.

Same toxins, same symptoms.

Making a detoxifying serum is urgent!

"President!" Code ran back and forth, sweating profusely. As soon as he saw Emlyn, he couldn't wait to say: "There are too many poisoned people. Brothers can't save them. There is no corresponding antidote." , we’re afraid we have to give up part of it.”

"I know... Don't give up in a hurry, leave the antidote to me." Emlyn's face was as dark as water.

It's rare to see such an expression on his face. After all, with the bonus of the 'Three Idiots of the Sun, Moon and Star' aura, Emlyn usually looks more like a comedian character with his own funny buffs in front of familiar people.

But only those who are truly familiar with him know that he is actually a genius.

Medical genius!

After leaving a word to Cord, Emlyn turned around and walked into his tent with some poisonous blood.

After many times of personal treatment, he had completely determined that these poisoned people were poisoned by the same kind of poison. If we look at the type of poison carefully, it should be some kind of poisonous insect, either a scorpion or a centipede...

Without much hesitation, Emlyn drank one of the tubes of blood.

It’s time to eat~

However, the taste of this meal was really bad.

"It tastes really bad." Emlyn pouted a few times.

Immediately afterwards, a numb feeling flooded into my body.

He thought to himself: "Here he comes!"

Seek knowledge, seek knowledge.

How can we get the correct answer without actually experiencing it?

Originally, vampires had extremely high immunity to poisons, but as soon as the poisonous blood entered his mouth, Emlyn's whole body became worse.

"The taste is a bit off, but it's really strong." Feeling the toxins eroding his body, a smile appeared on his lips, looking a little ferocious.

Because it was just a little blood and the dose of toxin was not enough, Emlyn did not capture the hint of inspiration. In this case, he chose to increase the 'dose'.

Normal people, no one would use such a method. But Emlyn has never been a normal person. He is a puppet master, lives in isolation, and goes to other churches to wash his hands in his spare time...

So, he implemented his idea.

"Well!"

Pain spread throughout his body, and Emlyn couldn't help but growl.

While he was still conscious, he turned the vampire's sacred object, 'Lilith's Ring', on his ring finger.

The illusion of a red moon appeared out of thin air, and the moonlight shrouded it gently, temporarily suppressing the toxins in Emlyn's body. He quickly concentrated, recorded his feelings with a quill, and tried to create an antidote formula.

knowledge is power.

Although it is not obvious, Emlyn's knowledge is quite profound. Even if it is not as good as a professional Hermit Path Extraordinary, it is not far behind. Especially in the field of pharmacology, he can be called an expert among experts.

But this time, Emlyn encountered major difficulties in cracking it.

Because the witch's witchcraft not only contains toxins, but also has its own unique curse ability. Even with the protection of the blood ancestor's holy relic, he was still bitten.

In a daze, Emlyn saw a huge red scorpion wreaking havoc on the military formation. Countless people were pinched in two by its terrifying pliers. As it roared, the poison spewed from its mouth boiled and filled the sky. If it sticks to it, it will die, and if it touches it, it will die.

While Emlyn still had the last trace of consciousness, he quickly bit the tip of his tongue and retreated from the illusion. His whole body seemed to be exhausted, and he gasped for breath.

At this time, he still did not give up on developing the serum and drew his own blood as sample No. 1.

Without having time to think about it, Emlyn apologized to the Blood Ancestor and Mr. Fool respectively in his heart, and made a gesture of holding the baby with a determined look on his face.

"Mother Goddess, please give me the power of love."

Others are treading two boats.

Fortunately for him, he directly became a slave of the three families... No, he was a slave of the three surnames.

Lu Feng first met and called him an expert.

Emlyn didn't know why. His behavior was obviously extremely shameless and could even be said to be blasphemous, but neither Mr. Fool nor the Mother Earth who loved him cared about it.

Especially the Mother Earth Goddess. She is like the kind old grandmother in the neighbor's house. She is very talkative and will always respond to requests. He even lowered his strength from time to time to wish Emlyn further and further in his journey of logistics and medical care.

This time is no exception.

After finishing his prayer, Emlyn only felt a refreshing spiritual energy flowing down from the top of his head, making his whole soul sublime.

Many difficult problems that were difficult to figure out were all solved.

Emlyn did not dare to waste this hard-won inspiration, so he modified the formula he conceived and obtained a complete antidote formula.

But in the end, Emlyn crumpled the formula into a ball and scratched his hair in annoyance.

"Damn it, with my current state, can I only do this?"

The sequence level is the foundation.

The extraordinary level of that scorpion was too high, and he was just a newly promoted demigod.

Unless live samples are available...

Emlyn thought hard and decided not to hide it, but to share this difficult problem.

He solemnly took out a square 'thing' from the inner pocket of his white coat - this was a special internal machine for party members.

"Handsome vampire: I have a stuck idea and am in urgent need of help. Please help me!"

Emlyn believed that his partners who were active on the battlefield in the Southern Continent would not sit idly by and ignore this news. After all, it is about the direction of the war. At this juncture, no one dares to relax.

Sure enough, within three or four minutes, there was a response from the group.

"Knowledge is power: details"

"Saint Hall: Mr. Emlyn, what's going on over there? What happened? Do you need His Majesty Medici to go over there?"

"The beauty writer just wants to relax: ... Well, I happen to be free. If you don't mind, please let me make some contributions."

"Governor of the Combined Fleet: Mr. Moon, hold on, I support you mentally."

"Guard the best Silver City: Mr. Moon, hold on, I will support you mentally."

"Red Gloves: Hold on, Mr. Moon. The reinforcements from the Church of the Night are ready to go. They are just waiting for the most appropriate moment to turn the tide of the battle."

"Knowledge is power: tell me your questions and maybe I can give you the answers."

"The Majestic Judge: Ms. Cattleya really doesn't like to use punctuation marks."

"knowledge is power:……"

Strange, isn't it a little off topic?

Emlyn quickly typed.

"Handsome vampires: A group of poisoned people appeared on the battlefield in the southern continent. They were caused by high-level extraordinary creatures, suspected to be witchcraft poisonous scorpions. In order to develop an antidote, I need a batch of fresh samples. It is of great importance. Please Give me a helping hand."

As the words fell, the group fell into a brief silence.

First of all, those who are not on the battlefield in the Southern Continent at the moment will definitely not be able to help with this matter.

The only hope rests on Audrey, Sharon, and Klein, who is diving silently.

…

At the West Balam border, Klein naturally put away his phone without attracting anyone's attention.

Although she has not yet encountered the witchcraft poisonous scorpion mentioned by Emlyn, judging from the battle report received by Queen Shia, the troublesome big guy is probably not far away from her.

'poison'

The witches' methods are as simple and effective as ever.

Not to mention various disasters.

Along the way, they encountered countless plagues and diseases as well as all kinds of messy things that, although not directly fatal, were extremely troublesome.

Looking back at the mental state of the members of the "Royal Faction" of the Spiritual Religion Group, he thought that even if the main army encountered the witchcraft poisonous scorpion, the outcome would probably not be much different from that of the vanguard army. He wanted to avoid losses and drove straight in, inserting In the hinterland of the West Balang Witch Sect, the poisonous scorpion must be dealt with first!

Mr. Azik needs to hold the line and cannot move lightly. After much thought, he found that this job is the most suitable for him.

Klein made up his mind and no longer hesitated.

Explaining the situation to Azik, he moved to a deserted place alone and replied in the group chat on his mobile phone: "Leave this matter to me."

…

"White Wolf: Leave this matter to me."

Seeing the reply from 'Mr. World', Emlyn's eyes lit up.

A legendary mercenary is a legendary mercenary. As the highest ranking, most decisive and efficient person among the current members of the party (leaving aside Jon), he always looks reassuring.

Emlyn quickly sent a 'fist clasping' emoticon.

‘Mr. World’ didn’t reply again, so he must have been busy with business.

Emlyn walked out of the tent, preparing to prepare the inhibitor first. Although the antidote he had just made was not perfect, it was not ineffective. It was barely enough as an emergency measure.

He thinks well.

Unfortunately, reality slapped him hard.

In war, there is no danger without logistical support.

on the contrary.

In most cases, areas such as hospitals and rescue stations happen to be the focus of enemy attacks.

Just heard a loud noise.

A black crack opened in the space, and a big bone-white hand suddenly stretched out from it.

Feeling the terrifying aura coming from the bones, Emlyn was stunned for a moment, and then took out his phone.

Copy and paste.

"Handsome vampire: I have a stuck idea and am in urgent need of help. Please help me!"

"The beautiful writer just wants to be empty:???"

"Combined Fleet Governor:???"

"The best protected Silver City:???"

What's the question?

Emlyn was distraught.

After a few breaths, the bones were fully revealed.

He stared at the blood-red eyes, greedily peering into the world from behind the cracks.

grim Reaper.

It's coming! (End of chapter)