'The Promise of God'
Chapter 1357:'The Promise of God'
“Oh, hey, Roland.”
“Ronald, what are you talking about?”
“Uncle, come and save me!”
The two voices alternated, pulling Roland back to reality from his confusion, and he blinked, the pillar of light and the snowflakes had disappeared without a trace, and the tedious bridge was re-awakened into the eyes.
What Jero and Vakiris were clearing through the ruins, and from their looks the turn seemed to be over.
Yes—he suddenly remembered that the phone call had made him realize that the strange thing was the association's genius, Wu Daojia, who was now where?
Does the word “save” in Jero’s mouth mean—
Roland's face was confounded.
Thoughts are finally back on track at this time.
He put the previously seen fragments for a moment behind, three steps and two steps to the two people, and then couldn't help but take a cold breath!
I saw a shallow pit that was hit by a heavy object, and a woman with blurred flesh and blood lay.Her limbs were almost completely crushed except for her left arm, and the broken bones and blood clots were mixed together and no longer shape.The body is also a bruise, the clothes are almost completely soaked in blood, and the spine is also twisted into abrupt line, and even punctured the skin to show half.
Even if it is put on the battlefield, it is an unbearable sight to see the scene.
And from that broken side face, this person is the Fei language cold.
She still has a breath, but only a trace.
“How...”
Roland squatted down, not knowing what to do for a moment.First aid?Even if there is a bandage, you can not put the drained organs back in place.Stop the bleeding is not to mention, there is not even a good place on the body, the function of the body has been destroyed, completely relying on the power of nature to maintain the spirit is not interrupted.
But this power is like a candle that burns to the end, and there is not much left.
In fact, being able to maintain consciousness in such a situation requires a very strong will, and even the martial arts family can do this.
“The master became such a man to protect me...” Jairo cried.
"She's going to die."Vakiris saw this, "Even if the king was so badly damaged, it would only be delayed for a moment in the coffin pool."Moreover, the level of medicine in this world is far less than that of the cicadas, even if her magic is abundant, it will not be able to reverse the process.As a fighter, she persevered until the end.”
“You’re finally here.”As if I heard their voices, Feiyan opened his eyes slightly, “Should I call you...the god?”
Her tone was mixed with a little humor, and the look did not seem to be a person in a desperate situation.
“You...” Roland couldn’t help but shudder.
"I'm sorry, I overheard your conversation."She winked at Vakiris—the only action she could make, “but if I could do it again, I would still... do it.”“Jie, is she okay?”
Just a few words, like draining most of her strength, could only be heard by holding her breath in a whisper.
“Master, I’m... good...” Jair sobbed.
“The world is still intact, isn’t it?”The French language cold and cold out of breath, "In this way, I also do my duty to protect it."
“So you know the world is just a dream—” Vakiris frowned.
“There are probably several for you in the world, but for me... it’s the only one.”It is the duty of the martial arts family to protect the world.”She paused a little, “I said...God, since you created it, you should trust everyone more, don’t you?”
“Trust...everyone?”
“I know it sounds...incredible, but as long as you prove it, the senior management of the association ... it’s not that stubborn.”We can do not do much, but it is not useless... even if we can't beat God, at least we can help you share a lot of pressure.It’s going to be easier to save the world, will it be?”
Bringing together everyone’s power –
Suddenly there was an electric light in Roland’s mind.
Yes, he is the creator of this world.
But it is not an invincible God.
Some things he can’t do.
But others can.
Bringing together the power of everyone, you may be able to achieve some seemingly impossible miracles.
“Finally, I want to say... thank you.”The voice of Feiyan cold has been porous, "Thank you for creating it, even if it is just a dream——"
“No, the world is not a dream.”Roland interrupted, "It exists in the realm of consciousness and will always exist."
"I knew... you would say that."He closed his eyes and smiled.
"In addition, I think that even if you come up with evidence, it is too unconvincing that a person claims to be a created god or something."But if you add the genius martial arts, it may have a very different effect.”
She moved her lips and said, “Are you... comforting me?”"
“This is not a consolation, but an assertion of the Creator.”Roland stood up and said, “Listen, it’s not time to give up!”Since you mentioned trust, believe me, this is far from irreparable!”
“Because I am a god—”
The dream broke, and Roland jerked up from the chaise longue.
It was still the afternoon, with scattered snowflakes outside the window, and the nightinging in the office flashed in front of him for the first time, and asked worriedly, "How can you wake up so quickly?"Is there anything uncomfortable?”
This is the first time he has entered the dream world after two days in a coma, and according to his usual habits, he usually sleeps from one o'clock to about four o'clock, and now it is not clear.
"Don't worry, I'm fine."Roland solemnly said, "You go to the letter roll and the honey, and let them come to the castle at once, for I have an important task to arrange."
The Nightingou still carefully examined his body temperature and pulse, and confirmed that there was no problem before he nodded, "I understand."
When the other party was in the fog, Roland returned to his desk and put out the pen and paper plan.
If we want to save the life of the French language, we must let the two worlds work together to launch a joint rescue.
Once you leave the dream, the time will be static, which will undoubtedly bring the most critical time for rescue.Even if there is only one breath left, if he does not dream again, this breath will not end.
At the heart of the comeback is Nanawa’s new abilities—magics with healing powers.With enough quantities at a time, it can inhibit the disintegration of physical function.
Then there’s the field of the book—he can’t “bring” things into the dream world, but the little archive can.Considering that the witch's ability can be accepted by the dream world and displayed as is, then the demonized objects should also be able to successfully reach the conscious world.
Of course, these two are still not enough.
First, he needed to send these life-saving treatments from the archives to the high-speed bridge in the shortest possible time.
Secondly, the demon-possessed stitching and gauze can only pull the Feiyan cold back from the brink of death, and more professional equipment and tools must be used to deal with injuries such as fractures, which undoubtedly requires the assistance of a professional doctor.
Only by gathering the power of all people can create this miracle.
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