It's not that hard to open a hospital in another world, right?

Chapter 235 Fight!Defend my lab!

Gretel returned to the laboratory excitedly.

The necromancer who sat next to him during the meeting actually helped him.He made a request on the first day, and on the third night, he was stuffed with a lot of various molds.The one growing in the corner, the one growing under the eaves, the forgotten mop, the moldy rag, the uneaten melon, the forgotten bread in the drawer...

Blue, green, blue, half blue and not green, half green and not green...

Such a large number of various molds must be able to breed penicillin!
Gretel didn't even wait until the dinner party was over.Hearing the band play one, two, three, four, five pieces, and seeing the bosses leaving the stage one after another, he slipped out in a hurry.It was only after getting into the carriage that I had time to fill my stomach: a piece of fish steak in my left hand, a piece of meat pie in my right hand, gnaw, gnaw, gnaw, gnaw, gnaw...

All the way back to the laboratory, the surroundings are completely silent, and there is no light in the nearby houses.Bernard was also in a drowsy sleep. Seeing Gretel open the door and come in, he opened his eyes, turned over and continued to sleep.

Gretel didn't pick him up either.Putting on protective clothing by myself, I opened the airlock layer by layer to get in, preparing to put the mold back into the red zone first.Making the culture medium, placing the bacteria, and then putting the mold in it is too much work, and it can't be done in a while. Tonight's task is to put the mold in...

The chain turns.The airlock opens.There was a rattling sound of the mechanism, and Marcus Breno, who was in front of the iron cabinet, suddenly turned around and clenched the dagger tightly.

—Someone came in.

Do you want to hide?
Do you want to use the shadow jump to leave here temporarily, and wait for the other party to exit before coming in to search?

Or - just don't do anything, rush out to kidnap the visitor, and torture the treasure?
Marcus listened breathlessly.

The singing outside the room was getting closer.In the sound of his own thumping, thumping heartbeat, he seemed so light and carefree.Good luck, Marcus thought, that little mage didn't look defenseless at all...

And he didn't bring a barbarian entourage.Marcus carefully identified, in the huge room, there were only the little mage's footsteps and singing.He confirmed with his own eyes in the restaurant a few days ago that the little mage was only level three, that is to say, as long as he was fast enough and lucky enough to restrain the barbarians before alarming them——

Then, the entire secret treasure of the dragon will be opened to him.

Marcus leapt upward without a sound.Hands and feet spread out, hanging upside down from the ceiling, motionless.

The spider walking technique allows people like them who walk in the dark to move on the walls and ceilings like spiders.If that little mage would walk into the treasure room, then, as long as he jumped down unexpectedly the moment he entered the door...

He waited patiently, like a spider with its web wide open, waiting for its prey.Outside the room, the little mage's footsteps were still approaching, one step, two steps... Suddenly, the footsteps stopped, followed by the little mage's surprised voice:
"what?"

what happened?
What did he find?
Marcus' heart tightened slightly.Along the way, the objects touched, the footprints left... No, I haven't touched anything, the floor is clean, and there will be no footprints left.Every door is closed, the curtain outside the door... the curtain...

He did close the curtain, but maybe it wasn't restored to the same place!Even a little bit of wrinkle and unevenness may be discovered by the little mage outside!

Can't wait any longer!
Marcus jumped down and rushed out.The dagger flickered coldly, and on the sharp tip, it reflected a monster dressed in indescribable clothes and with a long beak on its head.

Gretel stopped abruptly.One hand reached for the pocket, and held a tube of potassium permanganate, while the other palm stretched forward, making a gesture of casting a spell.

Marcus stopped immediately.Dragon Breath!The little mage's dragon's breath technique, which once devoured the ninth-level knight's dragon's breath technique, is coming!

But this time he came prepared.The thief took out a talisman and squeezed it hard.The red light rose up silently, weaving into a translucent barrier, firmly protecting him in it.

Hmph, this is the flame shield given by the referee, I didn't expect it!This shield can absorb fire magic, enough to withstand one or even two dragon's breath spells!You are just a third-level little mage, without your trump card, let's see what tricks you have!
There was no flame coming out of Gretel's palm.Instead, he folded the five fingers of his right hand into a cone shape, and poked hard at the thief.The fire light fluctuated slightly on the barrier, and Marcus was dizzy, feeling his ears buzzing, as if he had been hit by a hammer head-on.

Gretel didn't intend to use Dragon's Breath Hand at all.

What a joke, this room is full of bacteria he cultivated, once a white fire swept over, half of the glass petri dish could be blown up!His painstaking efforts for so many days are all over!
If you want to fight, at least let him evacuate to the dissection room!It's all open space!
So Gretel casts another spell.When he advanced to the second-level mage, the [B-ultrasonic magic] engraved in the meditation environment was transformed into an ultrasonic attack.

Colorless, invisible, and silent—as long as the power of the ultrasonic wave is strong enough and the output point is accurate enough, this attack magic will explode the eyes and burn the heart!
Have you heard of Haifu Knife?
This is a big one!
Of course, Gretel can't achieve high enough focusing accuracy, such as being four or five meters away, and still hitting the eyeball of a moving target.So he adopted a headshot strategy: simply enlarged the circle where the ultrasound focused to the size of a human face, and then worked hard to increase the power, increase the power, increase the power...

Fire shields are unresponsive to ultrasonic strikes.Gretel's blow was not wasted at all, it hit Marcus all over the face.

The thief was hit with his head thrown back.If he didn't have the physical strength brought by the high-level physics profession, he would faint to death on the spot.Even so, Marcus wiped his ear and nose casually, and also wiped blood on his hand.

what is this……

what is this!
Gretel still aimed his hand at him, stepped backwards, and retreated step by step.Marcus gritted his teeth, lowered his body, and started running forward.Fold left, fold right, pounce on the ground, jump up...

Several quick feints in succession.Gretel was dazzled, and immediately lost the enemy's location in his field of vision.He accelerated under his feet and backed up again and again, but there was a sudden force in front of him, which made him fall back——

"MD!"

Compared with combat professions, it is really not good for agility!If you can't distance yourself from the kite opponent, you're dead!
Gretel fell to the ground, cursing secretly.Opposite him, Marcus Breno simply scolded:
"@#$%&*..."

What is this little mage wearing!Just a knife down, that strange robe didn't even touch it!

Gretel: "..." Why do you think I can't open a shield!When a mage fights, first give yourself a bunch of defenses, mage armor, shield technique, and increase resistance three times, this is the basic thing!
The knife just now only killed my shield technique!

Gretel rolled on the spot and shrank to the corner of the wall.Just about to set up the shield again, the pupils shrank suddenly:
The enemy dressed in black and masked with a black scarf didn't pounce on him again, but with a wave of his hand, he swept down seven or eight petri dishes and threw them at him!
"don't want----"

Gretel screamed.There are bacteria in it!It's bacteria!
It's all kinds of pathogenic bacteria he cultivated!In this house alone, half a list of infectious diseases can be collected, including Class A and Class B!
It can be smashed casually! ! !

Gretel temporarily canceled the shield technique.Hold the potassium permanganate tightly in the left hand, stretch out the right palm, and spit out the blazing white fire, sweeping across the front!
Clap clap clap clap!

Vessels burst, glass flew across, and agar, bacteria, and spores were reduced to ashes without a sound.

Gretel has deliberately controlled the range of the spell, so as not to sweep it to the shelf next to it.However, at this moment, more petri dishes flew up, and the shelves on the entire wall were picked up by the thieves, smashing their heads and faces at him!
MD!

Do you still want to live!
I'm wearing a hazmat suit and a bubble technique, and you have nothing but a face towel!Also hit!Smash your ass!
Gretel was furious.He could have used the teleportation technique to escape immediately, but he didn't care about it at this time, he just wanted to take down the enemy as soon as possible.He swiped himself another shield spell, knelt down on one knee, and tore off his gloves.The fingertips are exposed in the air, stretched out, holding a ray of breeze:
"Birth—"

All the germs, all the spores, that are already floating in the air, free-floating, in this room, give me—

Breed it!
accelerate!
Grow!

All the medium that is spilled is your nourishment!

Come back and clean it up!There are plenty of white fires!Disinfectant is also available!Let's kill you first, and then I'll end it after killing you!
The misty green light flourished for a while.In a fit of rage, Gretel cast the spell with all his strength, and the magical magic that spawned swept across the air, the puddles on the ground, and the enemy's body wrapped in black.On the clothes, on the dagger, and even on the bandit's face scarf, there were clusters of mildew spots appearing soon.

Marcus froze.

As the night watchman of the Glorious Vatican, he has also seen similar sorcery, and even killed one with his own hands. When the sharp blade cut his throat, the priest of the evil god was kneeling on his knees to give birth to a field of green wheat seedlings.

But there is not a single plant in this room, not even the slightest green thing, what is the other party doing?What does he want to spawn to deal with me? !
Before finishing one thought, there was a sudden itch in the chest, followed by severe pain.Marcus subconsciously bent down, covered his mouth and coughed violently for a while.He let go of his hand and looked down, his palm was full of blood.

What kind of sorcery is this... Plague spell... Is this little mage a necromancer?
Kill him quickly, if you don't kill him, you won't be able to get out alive today...

Marcus rushed forward.

The black light of the dagger was shining brightly, all his own power and the dagger's constant magical power were fully activated, and it was wiped at Gretel's throat.This knife was unreserved, and the effect was astonishing. The shield technique and the mage's armor split apart soundlessly, and a hole was cut in the thick leather protective clothing. The sharp dagger continued to penetrate——

"boom!"

Marcus' whole body bounced outward.In front of Gretel, the force field shield popped up silently, firmly protecting the owner.

Endless ink pen.

Constant mage armor on the owner, when the armor is broken, the [Force Field Shield] will be triggered automatically.

Inside the shield, Gretel looked terrified, looked at him from a distance, and touched the cut in the throat of the protective suit.

Then, without hesitation, he activated the teleportation technique, and the light flashed and disappeared.

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