The Embers of King's Teyvat Journey

The soldier glanced at the doctor but didn't refute him. What the doctor said was harsh, but it was indeed the truth.

Compared to him, I can indeed be called "ignorant".

"Come on, let me see what kind of sparks will fly when this thing collides with the abyss."

The doctor turned his gaze to the Abyss Apostle. The latter, quite sensibly, lay down on the dissection table.

"This is the last time. After this, our cooperation will be over." The Abyss Apostle reminded them as he saw two shadows approaching from the darkness.

“Of course I know that…” The darkness suddenly brightened a bit as the doctor pulled out many gleaming instruments, which still shone with a faint, cold light even in the darkness.

[If you can still talk to me like this in the future.] The doctor didn't say the second half of the sentence; he simply wiped his blades and began his new "experiment."

"Scalpel!"

"promise."

"Wait, you guys just attacked without warning me? Monsters feel pain too!"

"Enough with the nonsense! Hold it down!"

"Oh."

"Be gentle, it hurts the apostle so much!!!"

Inside the pitch-black laboratory, several figures were busy at work.

Chapter 639 Something Inspired by Chivalry

2024-04-30

Inside the pitch-black laboratory, the sounds of flesh being sliced ​​echoed, sending chills down one's spine.

"Is it done yet?" the Abyss Apostle asked, gasping for breath as he lay on the dissection table. This experience was quite unpleasant.

"Surgical scissors." The doctor held out a hand, ignoring the Abyss Apostle.

“That’s all,” the skirmisher replied, holding up a tray with a large hole in it and looking through the hole.

"Didn't I tell you to get a new set? How could you have used it all up so quickly!" The doctor straightened up, looking incredulous.

“Then you’ll have to ask it.” The skirmisher glanced at the Abyss Apostle lying there. This guy, no matter what material the scalpel is made of, once it’s inserted into the body, it will be corroded to nothing in no time.

The Doctor glanced at the Abyss Apostle, who seemed to have staggered because he had been standing for too long.

As powerful warriors of the Abyss Order, the Abyss Apostles naturally possess an extremely high degree of willpower.

Even as the doctor made cut after cut on its body, the Abyss Apostle only screamed and did not move its body at all.

Of course, the pain didn't disappear; it simply transferred to the doctor.

"call……"

Rubbing his throbbing temples, the Doctor closed his eyes. He had memorized the writing from the Abyss, and now he stared intently at the starlight within the Abyss Apostle's body for a long time.

All these factors combined not only gave the doctor a headache, but also left him feeling exhausted. This exhaustion was not only physical, but also mental.

"Tell me why everything inside your body is the same!" the doctor shouted furiously, throwing down the scalpel that was now just a handle.

Pain and exhaustion couldn't do anything to him; what he truly found hard to accept was that he had given so much but gained nothing in return.

The doctor always had a high opinion of himself, and every experiment he conducted yielded the results he expected.

He was completely captivated by the feeling of having knowledge firmly in his grasp, and the doctor was also deeply fascinated by the thrill of being able to present knowledge at any time.

But none of this applies to the Abyss Apostles. They are as unpredictable as the abyss that gave birth to them.

He'd been working on this for so long, and he'd gained nothing. The only thing he'd produced was that huge book that the Abyss Apostles would occasionally pull out to make them dizzy.

"How would I know? We don't have a penchant for playing with corpses." The Abyss Apostle twisted its body, its gaping wounds causing it to grimace.

"Hurry up, if there's nothing else, I'll close the wound." The Abyss Apostle noticed the Doctor's strange behavior and felt it was best not to linger.

"Forget it! Let's not bother with all this nonsense!" The Doctor suddenly turned his head and looked at the Abyss Apostle who was about to get up.

"What...what do you want to do?" The apostle felt a chill run down its spine and wanted to run away.

"Nothing much, just stuff something in." The Doctor grabbed a black weight from the side and instantly plunged it into the wound of the Abyss Apostle.

"laugh--"

A fleshy red smoke rose as the doctor withdrew his hand, revealing bare white bones beneath.

"What did you do?"

A strange heat emanated from the Abyss Apostle's body, startling it.

"Hahaha! As expected, even something like this has to stir up trouble when faced with the abyss!"

Seeing that the Apostle of the Abyss had finally changed, the Doctor opened his arms and laughed heartily. All the frustration and speechlessness were released at that moment.

The Abyss Apostle slid off the cratered dissection table, its waist emitting bursts of light that illuminated the dim laboratory.

"It'll probably turn to ashes..." the skirmisher muttered to himself, thinking of the embers' abilities.

This thing looks normal at first glance, but who would have thought it would become so terrifying after the change?

"Bah!"

"Get out of the way! Watch out for the flames!"

The light suddenly became blinding, and the skirmisher felt the heat emanating from in front of him. He shouted and then retreated from the area.

The light pierced the darkness, illuminating every corner, causing the stragglers standing in the corridor to involuntarily close their eyes.

After the red light in front of them dissipated, the stragglers gasped for breath, their hearts still pounding.

"No burns?" He looked at his arm. He had thought he would be burned by the heat from the light, but to his surprise, nothing happened after the light faded.

"This light is a bit strange," the doctor said after a moment of contemplation as he approached the skirmisher.

"What do you mean?"

"These lights did not disappear simultaneously, but rather disappeared one by one from top to bottom."

"It's like someone has covered the source of the light with a curtain."

The doctor nodded; this description matched the change in light quite well.

"Go take a look," he said to the pensive soldier, then walked over first.

"when!"

The doctor's footsteps stopped, and the stragglers looked up to see the doctor's back standing motionless in the distance.

"How come..." The stragglers paused in their speech.

Because a figure he had never seen before appeared before his eyes.

The mask with two small holes was extremely lewd, the bulging belly was as big as a barrel, and the scythe in his hand made him look more like a knight!

"What the hell is this?"

"Hehehe, this body is not bad." Fatty turned around, his voice filled with merriment and...malicious intent.

Looking at the two guys in front of him, You Sui laughed even more wildly. This time out for some fresh air shouldn't be boring.

"Congratulations to you both! You'll get to witness the chivalry of Lothric!"

"Shh..."

"Damn it, no one has resin!" You Sui rubbed his little scythe for a long time before realizing that he had no resin at all—the good stuff had all been hidden away by Yu Jin.

"Forget it, just poke him!" The eyes beneath the slave's turban gleamed, sending chills down the spines of the Doctor and the skirmishers.

The two exchanged a glance. Had they done something extraordinary?

The fat guy opposite was laughing, while the skirmisher and the doctor tensed up, it seemed that a big battle was inevitable.

The atmosphere was tense, but neither the Doctor nor the Squadron had any intention of backing down. As executive officers, one holding the third seat and the other the sixth, they had experienced countless battles.

A mere monster transformed from an abyss apostle could not possibly escape their grasp.

"What are you?" The doctor looked wary. Instead of attacking first, he asked the strange creature in front of him.

As something transformed from an Abyss Apostle, its research value is immeasurable! If possible, the Doctor would like to preserve it in its most vibrant state.

"What am I?" Upon hearing this, You Sui pondered for a moment, and then suddenly pulled out two lumps of "good stuff" that were filled with a foul stench.

Contains clumps of grassy excrement—dried waste. Feces. Contains long, undigested grass.

You can throw it behind your back to make the other person accumulate deadly toxins, but you will also accumulate deadly toxins yourself.

Strictly speaking, this is not the same as fecal matter, but it is still feces, so use it as you like.

"I am a very chivalrous good thing!" Deep followed closely behind the stench of excrement.

The good stuff was hidden by the embers, but the bad stuff wasn't—like clumps of dung, clumps of dung containing grass, or latrines.

"Damn it! Where did this guy get this kind of thing from?"

"What's it to you where it came from!"

The skirmisher quickly jumped back to avoid the foul-smelling, yellowish-brown muddy substance, his disgust and shock clearly visible on his face.

A stench-laden breeze blew by, causing him to instinctively raise his head. He saw that the fat man, who had been far away just moments before, had somehow appeared right in front of the stragglers, catching him completely off guard.

Combat Skill: Shuffle Step - Allows you to move to the side or behind an enemy in one go, and is especially effective when the target is locked on.

"Hehe, now you've seen it, haven't you?"

"As a soldier, one should always be ready to fight under any circumstances."

"You're not quite up to par."

With dual weapons, You Su thrust his small, wet scythe, its blade coated with a thick liquid, at the skirmishers as if wielding a dagger.

Chapter 640 Forbidden Knowledge is here

2024-05-01

"Damn it, I can't dodge it!" Seeing the scythe, which was like a dagger, about to stab him, the skirmisher could only shrink his abdomen, treating it as a little bit of protection that was better than nothing.

"Squeak!" The small scythe held in both hands struck the skirmisher in the abdomen as expected, causing the puppet's body to squeak under the strain.