Heroic Spirit Transformation System [Comprehensive Master Anglo-American]

Chapter 100: Headache for headache, beheading for foot pain

The calm expression and calm tone of the man in a smart uniform are very reassuring.

Therefore, Dick, who thought Mordred was being alarmist, calmly confessed: "I wonder if you have any way to deal with these poisonous gases..."

"I see, I understand, it needs to be disinfected." Ying Ling said as he reached his hand behind his head and skillfully pulled up his long hair.

"...?" Dick paused. Although he realized that the conversation seemed a bit inaccurate, he still continued firmly, "These laughing gases are very harmful to the human body. I am afraid that many people have been affected by it now. If

If you can solve it, please do it as soon as possible..."

"Now that I'm here, you can rest assured. I will save all lives. Even if it takes away all lives, I will not hesitate!"

Dick, who finally realized the problem: "…………???"

——Wait!!! Something is wrong! Saving people and killing people are obviously opposites. Is there something wrong with the logic of this statement?!

The joker watched this scene with great interest and laughed: "Hahahaha, interesting, really interesting... Is this the reinforcement you brought in, little bird? This one is much more interesting than the previous guys!"

In such an emergency, Dick had no time to talk to the joker. Tim said on the communicator, "Batman has returned to Gotham and is heading over there." Dick didn't bother to reply. He was too busy trying to figure out this call he had made.

What abilities do the heroic spirits that come out have? "No, no, no, it's better not to take away other people's lives. Can't you just save people? Like I just said, can you..."

The heroic spirit pulled the edge of the glove, ignored Dick, and opened the Noble Phantasm directly like a soldier: "The treatment begins - eliminate all the poison, and use all my strength to guide mankind towards happiness..."

Following the heroic spirit's words that seemed to possess magical power, vibrant green magic power reminiscent of healing suddenly appeared, quickly spiraling upwards and condensing into a huge human form.

It was a faceless woman wearing a nurse's uniform and a nurse's cap. Her upper body alone was visually estimated to be as high as two or three stories high. The visual effect was very astonishing, but what was even more astonishing was the hand held high in her hands from the perspective of below.

It is extremely shocking to see the dozens of meters long machete that can almost pierce the sky.

"[Nightingale Pledge]——" The heroic spirit read out the true name of the Noble Phantasm, and the giant nurse who was like a patron saint mercilessly slashed forward with the knife in his hand.

——Nightingale’s Declaration?

Even at this time, Dick still accurately grasped the key points.

The form of the Noble Phantasm is that of a huge nurse, and its real name is the Nightingale Pledge. Judging from the several ways Robin Hood once told him about the formation of the Noble Phantasm, this heroic spirit must be related to the nurse.

Sleek military coats and uniforms, highly functional first aid kits and tactical kits, old model pistols, and bandages on the body... This is like a state that has just come off the battlefield. Judging from the identity of a nurse, she was alive.

He must have been working on the battlefield for a long time.

The Nightingale Declaration was written by the American nurse Gretel. If one wanted to guess the real name of this heroic spirit, Gretel would be the first choice, but...

Dick's intuition told him that this answer was wrong.

With the release of the Noble Phantasm, the laughing gas within sight was swept away, and even the people who had become joker puppets fell to the ground uncontrollably. Dick's previous injuries have also been healed.

He was surprised to take off his gas mask and felt that his physical condition was better than ever.

"The laughing gas is gone! Who did you summon!?" Tim's voice said in the communicator, "And, Batman and... Red Hood are almost at your place."

Dick thought it was just that the laughing gas in his place was gone, but he didn't expect that all the laughing gas had been purified... He looked at the heroic spirit in disbelief.

If you include the aftermath of the laughing gas spreading, the heroic spirit can be regarded as saving the entire Gotham. However, the heroic spirit who performed such a shocking act did not show any signs of relaxation or peace of mind.

ensure.

"i will abstain from whateverdeleterious and mischievous."

——I will eradicate all poisons and all harmful things.

At this moment, Dick chose to listen to Holmes again and trust the guidance of his own intuition.

"She" is Florence Nightingale, the goddess with the lamp, the pioneer and founder of nursing.

It was not only the British accent that made him rule out the possibility of Gretel, but also the iron will.

If someone like "her" could really ignore her upper-class status and join the low-status nursing profession, she would vigorously rectify wartime medical care, reduce the mortality rate of British soldiers participating in the war from 42% to 2.2%, and save countless lives at that time.

people, and the lives of people in the future.

At this moment, the previous doubts about the gender of the heroic spirit were affected by a strange force, as if they were covered with a layer of fog and quietly faded away. Dick now sincerely believed that he had always felt that the other person was a woman.

"What's going on!" Jason, who had solved Harley Quinn, ran over according to Tim's instructions, "Who is this again?"

"I guess it's Nightingale... By the way, Mordred has already left in order for me to summon her." Dick explained, "When I summoned her, I hoped that someone who could solve the toxin would come to help, but in the end

She really got rid of all the laughing gas in one go!"

Jason was shocked: "You? You summoned him? What does this have to do with Mordred?"

"The situation is more complicated. Anyway, the laughing gas has been solved. Let's just arrest the joker first..." As he spoke, Dick suddenly raised his voice, "Wait a minute, what are you going to do?!"

Nightingale took out a scalpel from the first aid kit and said with a sensible face: "A new patient has been discovered and needs urgent treatment!"

The joker's face only became a little gloomier when the laughing gas was purified, but now his smile has returned. He seems to be in a good mood and is watching the infighting on the other side with interest.

Especially at this time, Batman finally arrived belatedly, his black cape unfolding in the air, and then as he landed next to Dick, he slowly fell back and gathered around him.

Jason moved two steps away calmly. Batman glanced at him and didn't say anything about it. He just turned his head and watched helplessly as he threw the Batarang to stop the heroic spirit who attacked Joker. It was against the rules.

As usual, it fell to the ground halfway.

...Is this also the effect of that heroic spirit’s Noble Phantasm?

After going out for a trip, he came back to find that there was another uncontrollable existence in Gotham. Batman was very upset.

The heroic spirit asked Batman sternly: "What are you doing? All attacks are prohibited within the security circle! I will not allow new injuries to occur because of you!"

Batman, the first time someone looked at him like he was looking at germs: "..."

It seems that this heroic spirit is indeed responsible... Is it because all attacks within a certain range and a certain period of time are ineffective? In that case, the current joker should not be able to hurt others, right?

The heroic spirit paid no more attention to Batman. "She" walked towards the joker firmly: "This wounded man, please be patient and don't move. You need treatment."

Joker raised his chopped right hand and waved it. The blood was still flowing, but he seemed to feel no pain and licked his lips: "Angel in white, do you want to help me bandage my wound?"

"You may need amputation." Nightingale stabbed the joker with a knife. When the joker was dodging, she took out a gun, raised her hand and banged a few times, "It is not good to hide an illness and avoid treatment. Please cooperate with the treatment."

Everyone: "………………???"

If joker hadn't been able to hide quickly, he would have been cold by now! You call this treatment?! If this can be called treatment, then it's really understandable that diseases should be avoided and treatment should be avoided!

And does that safety circle only allow you to hurt others?

Forget it, maybe in this person's concept, it's not called hurting, but called healing...

At this moment, Dick finally had to admit that Mordred's warning was correct. The person he summoned was indeed irrational. Although he seemed to be communicating, the other person was completely talking to himself...

Moreover, the treatment method is too hard-core, making it difficult for people to look directly at it.

When Nightingale took out something that looked like a grenade and was about to throw it at the joker, but the joker had already broken his leg from the previous attack and was unable to dodge, she actually hit the joker very hard, so she made up her mind this time.

Batman, who wanted to teach Joker a lesson, finally couldn't stand it anymore.

Calculating that the so-called safety circle that made attacks ineffective should have expired, he jumped to Nightingale's side, grabbed the dangerous object that was about to explode, and threw it aside.

The heroic spirit finally gave Batman a straight look: "You want to stop me?"

Batman was unmoved: "You're going to kill him."

"Anyone who dares to interfere with treatment should be eliminated!" The head nurse's aura seemed to be eighty meters high. She got a white hospital bed from somewhere and threw it at Batman with her bare hands.

Batman, who was almost hit in the face by the hospital bed: "...???"

Why are there hospital beds here?! Can you heroic spirits be reasonable?!

However, Nightingale was not satisfied with fighting alone. Suddenly, Dick, who was sandwiched between his adoptive father and his adoptive brother and did not dare to express whether he was willing to let Joker be killed like this, said: "Commander, what are you doing?"

?Why do you think I responded to your call? Come and help, the wounded and patients are still waiting for me!"

Dick stared at by Batman: "……………………"

Jason gloated and said: "Go, go and help, which side are you on now?"

Dick walked over with great difficulty: "What can I do now?"

"Stop her," Batman said, "I know what you're thinking, but that won't work."

"Hold him down." Nightingale pointed at Batman and said, "He is very ill and his mental condition requires emergency treatment!"

Dick: "……………………"

What did I do wrong? Why should I face such a terrible choice...

Batman, who was suddenly regarded as a patient, showed some resistance: "No one here is your patient."

"No, both you and the one lying over there." The heroic spirit in military uniform said decisively in an unquestionable tone, "Your condition has deteriorated to the point that it affects your sanity. Treatment is necessary for those of you who are mentally injured.

Please cooperate with the treatment, otherwise I will take coercive measures."

Batman, a psychopath reduced to the same level as Joker: "………………"

While vomiting blood, joker joined in the fun without fear of death: "...It's really interesting. This development is more interesting than I imagined... I have told you before that you are also a lunatic, little bat..."

After struggling hard, Dick finally made a decision. He tried to stop Batman: "...b, can you just leave this matter alone? The heroic spirit is not a human being. She is not bound by the laws of the world, and..."

Jason didn't have as many worries as Dick. He stood up directly and said that he would cause trouble for Batman.

"Look, even the little bird you raised doesn't agree with your idea." Joker really didn't look like a seriously injured person at all, and he was in high spirits when he got into trouble.

While Batman was entangled with his two adopted sons, Nightingale had already walked up to Joker.

The joker coughed a few times to clear the blood from his throat: "Your treatment is really painful, Miss Nurse."

"Pain is proof of life's activity."

Nightingale's eye that was not covered by the bandage stared at the joker calmly and declared.

"And I will be the one who eliminates all diseases."