The Bizarre Adventure of Pirates

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Calming down, Emlyn took out a seed from his secret pocket.

It turns out that Frank Lee has great potential not only in "destroying the world", but the biotechnology he masters can also be used to cure diseases and save lives to some extent.

Soak the seeds in blood, and in a few breaths they will grow into a light green, beating heart.

Emlyn saw the right moment and took the heart.

The plant heart was replaced.

It sounds like it's not difficult, but only experts can see the specific tricks. After a long period of training, Emlyn, who has gone further and further in logistics and medical care, has become a professional in the relevant field.

If a documentary is made specifically for him, the title will probably become "I'm Not a God of Medicine"...

The rescue is not over yet. Replacing the damaged organs is only the first step. The next step is when the real action will be revealed.

Emlyn had a blank expression on his face as he expertly removed the remaining toxins from the patient's body.

Time passed little by little.

The treatment went very smoothly.

The member of the 'royal faction' who had one foot on the brink of death was pulled back by him.

However, Emlyn did not relax at all.

Because hundreds more poisoned people were transported to this camp.

Same toxin, same symptoms.

The production of detoxifying serum is urgent!

"President!" Code was running around, sweating profusely. As soon as he saw Emlyn, he couldn't wait to say, "There are too many poisoned people. The brothers can't save them all. Without the corresponding antidote, I'm afraid we have to give up some of them."

"I know... Don't give up so quickly. Leave the antidote to me." Emlyn's face was as dark as water.

It was rare to see such an expression on his face. After all, with the bonus of the "Three Idiots of the Sun, Moon and Stars" halo, Emlyn usually looked more like a comedian with a built-in funny buff in front of familiar people.

But only those who are truly familiar with him know that he is actually a genius.

A medical genius!

After leaving a word to Code, Emlyn turned around and walked into his tent with some poisonous blood.

After personally treating the victims many times, he had completely determined that the poison in these victims was the same. If we divide the poison into different types, it should be some kind of poisonous insect, either a scorpion or a centipede...

Emlyn didn't hesitate and drank one of the tubes of blood.

Let’s eat!

But the taste of this meal was really bad.

"It's so unpalatable." Emlyn pouted a few times.

Then, a feeling of numbness surged throughout my body.

He thought to himself, “Here it comes!”

Seek knowledge, seek knowledge.

How can you get the correct answer without actually experiencing it?

Originally, vampires had a very high immunity to toxins, but once Emlyn took the poisonous blood, he became unwell.

"The taste is a little worse, but it's really strong." Carefully feeling the poison eroding his body, he curled up the corners of his mouth into a smile that looked a little hideous.

Because it was just a little blood, the dosage of the toxin was not enough, and Emlyn did not catch the hint of inspiration. In this case, he chose to increase the dosage.

Normal people would not use such a method. But Emlyn has never been a normal person. He is obsessed with puppets, lives alone, and even goes to other churches to wash up in his spare time...

So he implemented his idea.

"Well!"

Pain spread throughout his body, and Emlyn couldn't help but growl.

While he was still conscious, he turned the blood clan's holy relic, 'Lilith's Ring' on his ring finger.

The red moon illusion appeared out of nowhere, and the moonlight gently enveloped Emlyn, temporarily suppressing the toxins in his body. He quickly concentrated, recorded his feelings with a feather pen, and tried to create an antidote formula.

knowledge is power.

Although it is hard to see, Emlyn's knowledge is quite profound. Even if he is not as knowledgeable as a professional Hermit Path Beyonder, he is not far behind. Especially in the field of pharmacology, he is an expert among experts.

This time, however, Emlyn encountered significant difficulties in cracking the code.

Because the witch's witchcraft not only contained poison, but also had a unique curse ability. Even with the protection of the Blood Ancestor's holy relic, he was still backfired.

In a trance, Emlyn saw a huge red scorpion wreaking havoc on the army. Countless people were cut in half by its terrifying pincers. As it roared, the poison spewed out of its mouth was boiling. Anyone who got stuck would die, and anyone who touched it would die.

While Emlyn still had the last trace of consciousness, he quickly bit the tip of his tongue and retreated from the illusion. His whole body seemed to be exhausted, and he gasped for breath.

At this time, he still did not give up on developing the serum and drew his own blood as sample No. .

Without time to think, Emlyn apologized to Blood Ancestor and Mr. Fool in his heart, and made a gesture of holding the baby with a determined look on his face.

"Mother Goddess, please grant me the power of kindness."

Others are playing both sides.

He, on the other hand, directly became a slave of three families... no, a slave of three surnames.

When Lu Fengxian saw it, he immediately called him an expert.

Emlyn didn't know why. His behavior was extremely shameless, even blasphemous, but neither Mr. Fool nor the Mother Goddess, who loved him so much, cared.

Especially the Mother Earth, who was like a kind old lady next door, very easy to talk to, and would respond to any request. She would also give her strength from time to time, wishing Emlyn to go further and further in the field of logistics and medical care.

This time is no exception.

After finishing the prayer, Emlyn felt a refreshing spiritual power flowing down from the top of his head, which sublimated his entire soul.

Many puzzling problems were solved.

Emlyn didn't dare to waste this hard-earned inspiration, so he made some changes to the formula he had conceived and finally got a complete antidote formula.

But in the end, Emlyn still crumpled the formula into a ball and scratched his hair in annoyance.

"Damn it, is this the best I can do at my current level?"

The sequence level is the foundation.

The scorpion's extraordinary level was too high, and he was just a newly promoted demigod.

Unless we can get a living specimen,...

Emlyn thought hard and decided not to hide it anymore and share this problem with others.

He solemnly took out a square 'thing' from the inner pocket of his white coat - this was a special machine for the party members.

"Handsome vampire: The idea is difficult, and help is urgently needed, help, help, help!"

Emlyn believed that his comrades active on the battlefield of the southern continent would not sit idly by after seeing this news. After all, it was related to the direction of the war, and at this critical juncture, no one dared to relax.

Sure enough, within three or four minutes, there was a response in the group.

"Knowledge is power: a detailed explanation"

"Saint Hall: Mr. Emlyn, what's going on over there? What happened? Do you need His Majesty Medici and the others to come over?"

"The beautiful writer just wants to relax: ...Well, I happen to be free, if you don't mind, please let me make some contributions."

"Commander-in-Chief of the Combined Fleet: Mr. Moon, hold on. I support you in spirit."

"Protect the best Silver City: Mr. Moon, hold on, I support you mentally as well."

"Red Gloves: Mr. Moon, hold on. The reinforcements from the Church of Evernight are ready to go, waiting for the right moment to turn the tide of the battle."

"Knowledge is power: Tell me your question, maybe I can give you an answer"

"Majestic Judge: Ms. Cattleya really doesn't like using punctuation marks."

"Knowledge is power: ..."

Weird, isn't this a bit off topic?

Emlyn typed quickly.

"Handsome vampire: A group of poisoned people appeared on the battlefield of the southern continent. They were caused by high-level extraordinary creatures, suspected to be voodoo scorpions. In order to develop an antidote, I need a group of fresh samples. This is a matter of great importance. Please lend me a hand."

After the words were spoken, the group fell into a brief silence.

First of all, those who are not on the battlefield in the southern continent at the moment will definitely not be able to help with this matter.

The only hope lies with Audrey, Sharon, and Klein who is diving silently.

……

At the West Balam border, Klein naturally put away his phone without attracting anyone's attention.

Although he had not yet encountered the voodoo scorpion that Emlyn had mentioned, judging from the battle report received by Queen Xia, that troublesome giant was probably not far away.

'poison'

The witches' methods are as simple and effective as ever.

Not to mention all kinds of disasters.

Along the way, they encountered countless plagues, diseases and all kinds of messes that were not directly fatal but extremely troublesome.

Looking back at the mental state of the members of the 'Royal Faction' of the Spiritual Cult, he thought that even if the main army encountered the witch scorpion, the outcome would probably not be much different from that of the vanguard army. If they wanted to avoid losses and advance all the way into the heart of the West Balam Witch Cult, they had to get rid of the scorpion first!

Mr. Azik needs to hold the fort and cannot move lightly. After much thought, he feels that he is the most suitable person for this job.

Klein made up his mind and stopped hesitating.

Explaining the situation to Azik, he moved to a deserted place alone and replied in the group chat on his mobile phone: "Leave this matter to me."

……

"White Wolf: Leave this to me."

Emlyn's eyes lit up when he saw Mr. World's reply.

A legendary mercenary is a legendary mercenary. As the highest-ranking, most decisive, and most efficient person among the current members of the party (leaving Jon aside), he always makes people feel at ease.

Emlyn quickly sent a 'fist-bow' emoticon.

Mr. World did not reply again, probably because he was busy with his work.

Emlyn walked out of the tent and prepared to prepare the inhibitor first. Although the antidote he had just prepared was not perfect, it was not completely ineffective. It was barely enough as an emergency measure.

He thought well.

Unfortunately, reality slapped him hard in the face.

In war, there is no danger at all unless there is logistical support.

in contrast.

In most cases, areas such as hospitals and rescue stations happen to be the focus of enemy attacks.

Just heard a loud noise.

A black crack appeared in space, and a huge bony hand suddenly stretched out from it.

Feeling the terrifying aura coming from the bones, Emlyn was stunned for a moment, then took out his cell phone again.

Copy and paste.

"Handsome vampire: The idea is difficult, and help is urgently needed, help, help, help!"

"The beautiful writer just wants to let go:???"

"Commander-in-Chief of the Combined Fleet:???"