Chapter 210 Chapter 210: No Martial Virtue
Chapter 210: No Martial Virtue
Feeling that familiar sticky sensation, Gladiia narrowed her eyes, a subtle arc curling at the corner of her mouth.
That light, while dispelling the mutation, had not adversely affected the Abyssal Hunter bloodline within her.
Incredible. This soulless flame seemed to possess an innate "intelligence" called discernment.
It purged impurities without harming the source.
Kal'tsit stared at the lantern, her brows gradually knitting together. If she wasn't mistaken, this lantern was almost identical in style to those of the Inquisition.
But the effects were worlds apart.
If the Inquisition's technology could achieve this, they wouldn't have let Iberia reach its current state.
"That's enough."
Kevin turned off the lantern. Gladiia awoke as if from a dream; the fragments that had rapidly decayed after leaving her body had already slid down to her elbows.
With the light extinguished, she now felt an unprecedented lightness in her body. That constant sense of a foreign object had completely vanished.
"As long as you don't act like those people, your symptoms basically won't recur."
Those people, of course, referred to the residents of Saltwind City.
If one directly consumes Seaborn flesh, even the cleanest constitution is useless.
This statement wasn't just for Gladiia; even Specter and Skadi were equally applicable. From today onward, they were free from the threat of this mutation.
"Thank you again for your assistance."
Gladiia adjusted her clothing and, like an elegant gentlewoman, took Kevin's left hand with one of hers.
She performed a standard hand-kissing gesture. Based on her observation of Kevin's facial features, she roughly deduced he was likely of Victorian descent.
So naturally, she used their set of etiquette to express gratitude.
However, she ended up kissing his glove.
???
Skadi clearly saw her Second Captain's movements visibly stiffen.
"Pfft~"
Anyone seeing that glove materialize out of thin air would probably struggle to hold back their laughter, and Skadi was no exception.
She got rejected! Hahaha!
The nun-personality Specter didn't know what her teammate found so funny and could only tug at Skadi's sleeve, her eyes constantly signaling.
"Haha, wh-what is it, Shark?"
"Stop laughing, Swordfish is looking at you."
Skadi's movements visibly stiffened. She slowly turned her head to see Gladiia standing behind her with a half-smile. The crescent-moon curve of her beautiful eyes sent a chill down Skadi's spine.
"Next."
Finally, Kevin's voice broke the stalemate.
"Coming, coming!"
Skadi was desperately looking for an excuse to escape her Second Captain's "murderous gaze" and quickly stood up to respond.
"You, last."
"Huh?!"
Why is there discrimination in this treatment? Skadi looked at Kevin removing his glove. After she spent the whole day tailoring clothes, he only remembers the Second Captain's good deeds?
Today, she was going to show these guys what a killer whale's domina—
Whoosh!
The pure white knight lance stabbed into the ground. The heavy gust of wind made Kevin look at her, his silent gaze like a voiceless interrogation.
"Uh, you continue. Shark."
Eh, no big deal. He's helping them with treatment; he can treat whoever he wants first.
Skadi gave a silly laugh and pushed the somewhat bewildered Laurentina forward.
"[Please] rest."
A feather entwined with golden maxims drifted down onto her shoulder.
"Mmm."
Specter's pupils began to glaze over, losing focus. But her body seemed to tread on clouds, floating lightly step by step towards the bed.
She lay flat, crossed her hands, and in the blink of an eye, fell into a deep sleep.
The other three in the room also snapped out of their daze, breaking out in a cold sweat. That seemingly magical word was terrifying even though it wasn't directed at them.
"Don't worry, I just let her sleep for a while."
The root of her illness lay in the spinal cord. Kevin wasn't a professional doctor, so the treatment process might be more painful.
Ordinary anesthetic drugs were utterly ineffective against an Abyssal Hunter's constitution. To knock Specter out, units like elephants probably wouldn't cut it; you'd likely need to replace all her blood with anesthetic.
Mental methods were convenient and efficient.
Kevin grasped the long shaft of Abyss Flower. Emerald vines broke through the earth one after another.
I am the black from the abyss,
I am the white descending to the clouds.
Born before creation, existing after annihilation.
The vines pierced Specter's body, dyeing the emerald green representing life with a touch of bright red.
If someone could see inside now, they would witness tiny branches already wrapping around Specter's spine within her body, enveloping it layer by layer like an embrace along her backbone.
Plop!
A drop of ink-like liquid seeped from the bone marrow and was quickly absorbed by those tiny vines.
One flower, two flowers... The white flowers beneath Specter transformed into black at an astonishing speed, as if a bottle of ink had been spilled on pristine white paper.
Concentrated liquid Originium!
Everyone recognized this black liquid. It was the root cause of Specter's illness and the culprit behind her split consciousness.
Specter's body trembled in her sleep. Extracting bone marrow without anesthesia—this pain was far worse than any superficial wound.
The cavities in the bone marrow squeezed out by the liquid Originium were also rapidly filled under the nurturing power of Abyss Flower.
As for the cost? Probably the dozen or so pure black crystalline flowers among the white blossoms covering the operating table—things produced after absorbing Originium.
"Is she...?"
"Don't approach yet."
Kevin stopped everyone from moving forward to check. With a casual wave, those dozen or so Originium flowers were severed at their roots. Not a single drop of black fluid remained inside; it was completely sealed within.
If these things were accidentally spilled, the Abyssal Hunters and Kevin might be fine, but the people of Central City would be in trouble.
Diluted, this dosage would be enough to infect half of Central City's population with Oripathy.
Crack—
Frost spread over them, condensing into glistening ice flowers.
"Your responsibility now."
Facing the drifting ice flowers, Kal'tsit nodded solemnly. She cleared out an empty medical box from a nearby cabinet and stored these ice flowers inside.
"Her condition has already..."
Kevin glanced at Skadi as if unintentionally.
Boom!
An explosion seemed to resound in her mind.
Without any warning, at the moment that will descended, Skadi didn't even have time to react.
This moment came far too abruptly. The consciousness of the Seaborn deity—let's temporarily call it "Ishar-mla"—also failed to react in time.
Before Skadi's pupils completely lost focus, Kevin's consciousness had fully seized the initiative.
Ambush!
He didn't want to encounter a well-shielded hive mind linked to the Swarm.
So... he had to forgo martial virtue just this once.
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