Witch Monastery

Looking at the small mound of earth, Hawthorne's expression suddenly became subtle. Thinking of the two dead babies buried underground, he always felt a little unlucky.

But then he thought, if the dead baby really turned into a ghost and came out of the ground to scare people, he estimated that he could earn dozens of purification points...

When he thought of this, he suddenly didn't feel uncomfortable anymore. Just listening to Andrei still crying sadly, he comforted her softly: "It's okay, don't cry, Andrei, where are you now? I'll come to find you."

Andrea said she was in her room, so Hawthorne walked through the monastery garden to the door of her room and pushed it open without knocking.

Then he saw that the Insect Witch was neatly dressed in her thick black nun uniform, but now she was lying on the bed, curled up in a ball.

Huo Sang looked at her carefully and immediately noticed that her belly was bulging, as if she was pregnant. He was immediately shocked: "Your belly..."

Andreni lifted up her nun uniform, revealing her snow-white belly and the basketball-sized spider egg that she had taken care of herself. "This is it."

Huo Sang's expression suddenly became complicated: "Ah, isn't there another one? No, why are you holding it under your belly? I thought..."

I thought you were pregnant. I thought the game clearly said that witches can't get pregnant.

Andreni put down her nun uniform and continued to hold the egg in her arms: "Die said that the last spider baby died because the hatching method was wrong."

"She said that spider-men should also be counted as humanoids, and that egg-laying humanoids need high temperatures and maternal love, so she asked me to give it a try. Maybe I can let the spider-man in this egg survive..."

Hawthorne thought this was all a mess, but looking at Andre's pitiful eyes, he didn't say it out loud after all. Instead, he gave her a firm expression: "Well, it's well-reasoned and convincing."

Having said this, he walked to the end of the bed, sat down next to Andre, reached out and lifted up her nun's uniform, revealing the huge testicles underneath, then put his hand on them with a serious expression.

Although this is a fantasy world where the birth of new species does not require basic laws, Plesta is not a god. Her level is very high in the secular sense, but she is still far from being able to create new species.

Therefore, these spider-men are most likely a group of lives born with serious defects. It is normal for them to die, and it is abnormal for them to survive.

He thought so, but looking at Andrea's expectant yet worried eyes, he really couldn't say some cruel words.

Well... although it may not be possible to create a completely new and stable species, with our abilities, it should be possible to keep a baby that would not otherwise survive alive, right?

He opened the system, looked at the area and reputation that were still lacking, pursed his lips, and let out a final sigh.

Alas, even if you can buy 100,000 square meters of land in a short period of time by spending money like crazy at all costs, you really can't increase your reputation in a short period of time.

We can't give out porridge every day, and if there is no major disaster in the slums, the reputation points that can be gained by giving out porridge are extremely limited...

Forget it, it seems that the monastery cannot be upgraded to level 3 in a short period of time, and the infirmary cannot be upgraded to level 3 either.

That can only

, try other methods.

With this thought in mind, he then switched to his attribute panel, looked at the balance of more than 15,000 points, and took a deep breath.

Whether it will be successful next time depends on the level of this secondary medical room and whether it is up to standard...

……

Three days later, in the monastery, in the infirmary.

Hawthorne and a group of nuns gathered around the operating table, each with a more serious look than the other. Andrei clasped her hands together in front of her chest, looking pious, and actually prayed silently.

And on the operating table between them, a giant spider egg the size of a basketball was lying quietly.

According to Andree and Die's calculations, as well as Celine's prediction, today should be the day when this giant egg hatches.

In this unbearable silence, time passed by minute by minute. At least, Die's calculations were correct, and the egg soon began to move.

click-

It shook twice at first, and then the crisp sound of the eggshell breaking echoed in the quiet infirmary room. Then, with the naked eye, the cracks on the egg became larger and larger, and the shaking amplitude became larger and larger. In a few seconds, the cracks covered the entire eggshell.

Everyone in the crowd held their breath, nervously and expectantly waiting for the arrival of a new life. Soon, the white eggshell shattered into pieces, and in the transparent mucus, a strange new life was born.

It looked like a human baby girl, but her ears were pointed; her skin was fair, but the sparse hair on top of her head was lavender, and it was unclear whether it was inherited or a mutation.

But none of this matters. The most important feature about her, the one that distinguishes her from other life forms in this material world, is the four pairs of spider legs of varying lengths growing from her back.

The baby girl was trembling, stretching out her tender arms and kicking her thick short legs, as if she was trying to grab something, or as if she was enduring great pain; the eight spider legs behind her were also swinging back and forth, picking off pieces of eggshell from her body, as if by instinct.

Her eyes were closed tightly and her mouth was slightly open, but it was full of mucus; her expression was painful and her lips were purple, and she seemed to want to cry out, but no sound came out.

Hawthorne's expression immediately became serious. As he said, the baby's condition was extremely abnormal.

No crying or fussing.

This situation was very unusual, and Hawthorne did not rely on his mediocre medical knowledge to slap the girl on the butt to make her cry. Instead, he immediately raised his head and ordered: "System, check the baby's condition."

As soon as the words fell, a football-sized, eye-shaped detector floated over, hovered just above the baby, and began to scan its body.

Hawthorne lowered his head and looked at his system panel, and saw lines of text appearing on the interface: heart failure... liver failure... kidney failure...

Seeing this, his expression suddenly froze.

Sure enough, his guess was correct. Presta's technology was not mature at all, and her mediocre skills were not enough to create a completely new species.

This new species, which combines many characteristics of spider elves, giant spiders and humans, has no ability to survive at all and was supposed to die from birth.

However, since Andrei wanted her to survive...

Hawthorne took a deep breath.

"System," he called again, "Develop a treatment plan that can keep this spider man alive, and then tell me what to do."

Chapter 301: Birth, Level , Instant Spell

As Hawthorne finished his words, the lines of small words ending with "failure" on the system interface began to disappear, and were replaced by the system's solution: performing surgery on the baby's heart, liver, kidneys and other necessary organs, a total of eleven, at the same time, would ensure her survival.

At the same time, in order to ensure the smooth completion of the operation, "healing techniques" must be used to maintain the vitality of her organs during and after the operation, otherwise the vitality of this newborn baby will not be able to last until the end of the operation.

At the bottom of this plan, the total cost of this treatment is written: 2215.

It’s really expensive…

Hawthorne sighed, but he did not give up. He then turned his head to look at the other witches behind him and asked, "Does anyone know how to heal?"

Die, Celine, and Nidalee all raised their hands at the same time: "I will."

One of them is knowledgeable, one has worked hard to infiltrate the Church of the Goddess of Life, and one is a druid, so healing is naturally a piece of cake for her.

As for the other girls, they couldn't play any role.

Hawthorne nodded gently: "Okay, when the operation starts, I will direct it, and then Die and Celine will take turns to use healing magic to keep the baby alive."

The three of them nodded, and then the other nuns stepped back, and Hawthorne and the three of them gathered around the baby. Without further delay, he took a deep breath and continued, "Start, system!"

As he finished speaking, a milky white purifying light lit up, covering the baby's body. Then, several scalpels, hemostatic forceps, etc. floated into the air, and fell to various parts of the baby's body, each doing its job, and began to cut and transform it.

Die and Shilin followed Hawthorne's request and took turns casting spells to keep the baby alive. Nidalee didn't join in immediately because her mana bar was too short. She just waited for a sudden

When the situation requires, come forward and make up for it.

Everything seemed to be going smoothly, and the operation was proceeding slowly. Hawthorne was nervous and waited quietly.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the system efficiency was still very high. After about half an hour, the system interface suddenly popped up, and a line of small words appeared on it:

Attention, the operation is about to reach its final stage. When the countdown reaches zero, please perform healing techniques on the eleven surgical wounds simultaneously within eight seconds.

On the system interface, eleven red dots were marked on the baby's body. Then, a one-minute countdown appeared below the system, with numbers jumping one by one.

Hawthorne was stunned.

Eight seconds, eleven wounds...that means eleven spells?

tease me?

Healing is not an emergency life-saving spell like Shield and Absorb Elements, which can be activated instantly with just one spell and one gesture. Like Burning Hands and Fireball, it is a powerful spell that requires a long series of complete spells and gestures to cast.

Therefore, to complete such a spell, even the most skilled spellcaster would need at least five seconds.

But now, among them, even including myself who is holding the spell book, there are only four people who know this spell.

Eight seconds was only enough for each of them to perform the healing spell twice at most, for a total of eight times. This meant that at least three organs of the baby could not be repaired.

Hawthorne's spirit was shaken for a moment. For a moment, he wanted to tell Andre that they should stop saving her. He really couldn't do it.

However, looking at the Insect Witch's clenched teeth and nervous face, he absolutely could not say this.

I can't let my girl suffer like this.

So……

I can only use the plug-in again.

I took a look at the system balance and found that there was still more than 13,000 left. Not a lot, but just enough to upgrade to the next level.

"System." He called silently in his heart, "Upgrade for me!"

"Choose Quick Cast Spell for your feat!"

Level 8 is another level where you can choose a specialty. And there happened to be a specialty that could help him solve the current urgent problem.

That is, instant spell.

This is also one of the metamagic feats. The effect is to spend an additional two mana points, thereby simplifying most spells and gestures, and ultimately achieving the goal of shortening the casting time of spells.

Generally speaking, it means shortening the casting time of some spells that do not exceed ten seconds to two seconds, or even one second!

hum-

A milky white purification light lit up, and twelve thousand purification points were spent. He became a pauper again immediately after becoming rich just a few days ago.

But at this moment, he did not regret it.

"Die, Shilin, Nidalee, listen to me." He continued, "When I tell you to start, you will use your fastest speed, aim at her specific parts, and cast two healing spells."

"Die, you aim at her heart and lungs; Shilin, you aim at her liver and stomach; Nidalee, you aim at her two kidneys."

Having said this, he took a deep breath and said, "Have you remembered everything?"

The three girls nodded in unison, their expressions were unusually serious. The scalpel was still flying, they couldn't understand the process, nor did they understand the principle, but they could all feel that the real challenge was about to begin.

"Okay, then..."

He stared at the system in front of him, watching the countdown above. When there were four seconds left, he suddenly said, "Start!"

So, the three girls began to chant spells at the same time, and Hawthorne put his hand on his spell book and began to chant.

Four seconds passed quickly. One second after the system prompted him to start the end time and cast the "healing spell" within eight seconds, all four healing spells were completed and fell on the baby's body one after another!

A warm white light lit up, and the cut organs began to heal rapidly. At the same time, the modified parts of the system implanted inside them were also perfectly integrated.

Then, Die, Celine, and Nidalee began to chant the second round of spells to continue to heal her organs. Hawthorne's eyes were burning. In less than two seconds, the new spell was completed: "C.W!"

hum-

The spell he uttered was reduced to just two letters, and his hand gesture was just one. A great deal of magic power surged through his body, and then white light appeared in the air one after another, repairing the wound on the baby's body.

Behind him, Andre looked up and looked at him in shock. With her limited knowledge, she could not understand why her master could suddenly cast a spell so quickly!

But the confusion soon faded away, and what appeared on her face was fanatical admiration!

Master, you are omnipotent!

As soon as this idea came to her mind, it took root in her heart, making her believe it firmly.

At the same time, eight seconds passed, and Celine and the others completed the second round of spellcasting, healing all the girl's wounds before the end.

On the system interface that only Hawthorne could see, four large golden characters “Perfect Success” appeared.

"call……"

He let out a long breath and a layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. He felt that the mental pressure he had just endured was indeed not small.

A first-level spell costs two mana points, and an instant-cast spell costs two additional mana points.

He cast a normal spell plus four instant spells, so within these eight seconds, he used up 18 mana points in one go.

You must know that a nine-ring spell that takes eight seconds to cast only requires thirteen points of mana.

But he just burned 18 points in one breath. As an eighth-level spellcaster, such a huge amount of magic power was loaded on him. It is conceivable how great the mental pressure he just had was.

This was also the reason why he originally did not want to use the precious opportunity to choose a specialty at level 8 on the super magic specialty of "Instant Spell". Although it could indeed explosively increase his output, the pressure and side effects it brought were also obvious.

This expertise is not very suitable for a protracted war.

However, it's all worth it to make Andre happy.

He turned his head and smiled: "The operation was a perfect success."

Hearing this, Die, Celine and Nidalee all breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, their efforts were not in vain.

"Great!"