Above The Sky

There are times when Ian feels like he's a good fit to be a doctor.

It is not only that the vision horizon can directly see the lesions beyond human flesh, and it is not only that the silver chip can provide various professional information in real time like a pile of professional instruments...

Crucially, he can easily know the consequences of the treatment he chooses.

A doctor who is not very good, chooses a medicine, and the result is random.

A normal doctor chooses a reasonable treatment plan and waits for the effect.

A good doctor can ensure that the results are as he expected most of the time, without too much deviation.

Good doctors know how to achieve the best results and are constantly trying to achieve them in the course of treatment.

And Ian, can predict the result trend of each choice, and then choose the best one.

as it is now.

Taking the knife from the calmed Isengard, Ian cut out a mass of fleshy cyst with a diameter of more than five centimeters from the inner thigh of the old man - a thin layer of albuginea full of larvae of parasites scurrying.

Because they were suppressed by Yisen's sedatives, they could not reach the brain-blood barrier along the blood, so they could only gather into clusters to form lesions that necrotic local tissues.

If it wasn't for the unconsciousness of the old man being numbed by a large dose of anesthetic, it would be difficult to guarantee that Master Gosse could endure this pain in a weak state.

But without relying on surgery, it is impossible to suppress the brain-devouring worm simply by relying on medicine.

This parasite is different from all the parasites Ian has seen in the past. It is not an independent life at all: when it exists alone in nature, it mostly exists in the form of an egg sheath or larva, and only touches it. It will not be activated until the biological flesh and blood, and a strange 'self-replication' will be carried out in large quantities when the biological nerve is eroded.

It can directly connect the host's nerves and use it for its own use, quickly making the host lose self-consciousness in a short period of time.

even brain-dead fast.

Immediately afterwards, the brain-devouring worm will gradually devour, replace the host's brain, take over the control of all organs up and down the body, and become a complete 'life' - and this life is a kind of manipulative essence, with the first Energy level, at least a part of the sublimated life of the first energy level characteristic combat power!

"This thing, shouldn't it be a biological warfare weapon made by the civilization of the pre-epoch?"

The young man muttered to himself.

——It is not impossible, it is not difficult to produce this kind of monster-level parasite with the technology of the previous era civilization.

But Ian still finds it a little strange, because if this parasite does not talk about the strange characteristics of eroding nerves and brains, in a sense, it is a way to directly possess the source quality through a symbiotic method.

Compared with uncontrollable biological weapons, why not transform them into 'planted weapons' that can enhance one's own side? This is obviously a more reasonable way to use it.

Or, it was originally a biological weapon transformed from a thousand years of mutation and transformation?

The body of the brain-devouring worm cannot be a simple weapon. There must be many secrets behind its existence, and it may even be related to why the indigenous people withdrew from the South China Sea Relics Group and settled in the Great Redwood Forest.

Of course, now is not the time to think about that.

Ian picked out all the three large lesions on Master Gosse at the fastest speed, and then asked Isengard to use his own blood to invade Master Gosey's body just like controlling a pirate captain.

"The main hazard is clear, but there are still some undeveloped worm eggs left in some corners... You treat the worm eggs around the internal organs for Master Gosse, and I'll see if the others can be saved."

Standing up, Ian instructed the blond boy, and then quickly checked the situation of the other surviving fishermen and sea merchants.

Unfortunately, they are not like Master Gosse, who are second-level sublimators. They have source substances in their bodies to resist parasites spontaneously, and their physical fitness is also a bit poor, so they are now dying.

Even, as the sedatives that Essengard had previously injected failed, they were about to fall into madness.

"Kill, kill me... please, kill me!!!"

Among the three surviving people, only one fisherman was still conscious after experiencing the attack of the Flying Flames and his party because of his relatively good physical fitness.

Seeing Ian with the knife approaching him, not only was he not afraid, but he suddenly widened his eyes, which had begun to appear flashing 'flying mosquitoes', and roared: "Hurry up, hurry up - something is coming out. It's gone!"

"It's still moving, still moving!!"

Because of his sharp and high howl, the other parasites were also awakened. They groaned and slowly woke up—in an instant, the entire cave was filled with corpses, pieces of flesh and blood, and various death mourning. living hell.

More terrifying than death is the feeling that your body, nerves, and even your brain are slowly being eaten.

"It really can't be saved, it has already entered the brain."

Looking at the pair of eyes that began to appear light blue insect shadows, Ian sighed and held the long sword at his waist: "I can only give them a pleasure."

To be honest, he was quite surprised that these people were still alive to this day.

As an alchemist, Isengard is truly a genius. Even Ian himself has to rely on predicting the future to be able to formulate this special barrier potion.

It must be not only talent and ability... but also the reason why he performed exceptionally after trying his best.

Isengard must really, really want to save those ordinary people who were innocently involved in this catastrophe.

But in this world, hard work does not come with results.

"please wait a while……"

Just as Ian was about to die for these beggers, Isengard held out his hand and stopped him.

"Oh?" The white-haired boy was stunned for a moment, but soon, he understood the thoughts of this peer who had an extremely complicated expression, but bit his lip and firmly stood in front of him.

"Let me come... Ian." Ethan said softly, "I made them suffer longer."

"The teacher is right. It was my self-righteous help that made them have to endure this pain until now..."

"Indeed, you should come."

Ian nodded, then shook his head again: "But don't say it's painful or not. You saved them, and it's up to you to fulfill their wishes."

Yi Sen didn't answer, but leaned down and cut his fingers with a knife, dripping his own blood into everyone's mouth.

He closed his eyes.

Then, strands of black lines spread across the faces of these people.

"Thank you...thank you..."

A relaxed look appeared on the fisherman's and all the parasites' faces - the painless death given by the blood of the eclipsed dragon was far more beautiful than the reality of the parasite.

They were dead and Ian had carried Master Gosse on his back.

"Let's go." He looked around at the entrances and exits of the remaining three caves in front of him, and said calmly, "Although I collapsed the tunnel leading to the main team of Flying Flames, the chasing troops of Flying Flames are not so easy to stop, we have to hurry up. Click to find an area where you can get rid of them."

After speaking, Ian glanced at Isengard, nodded slightly, and walked towards the left of the remaining three corridors.

Isengard followed silently.

Just before leaving this place, he turned his head for the last time and took a deep look at the corpses behind him.

The blond boy didn't say anything, just left.

Don't look back.

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