"I ...... What's wrong with me?" the rescued man stood up, a little stunned, touched all parts of his body, and asked out loud with a puzzled expression.

Gibran gave the answer and said to the rescued man: "Brooke, you were almost killed by a strange curse just now, and I saved you with a spell. The pain just now was caused by the spell accelerating the growth of the damaged parts of your body, so there's no need to make a fuss.

And now, tell me what has happened in the hall during my absence! What is it that makes you the way you are?"

"Yes, Steward Gibran. The rescued man named Brooke did not dare to have any dissatisfaction, and said quickly, "Actually...... Everything was normal, and I stayed here with the rest of the people. All of a sudden, I started coughing, and then I felt a tingling pain in my chest, followed by more and more pain, and finally I fell to the ground. Everyone should be in the same situation, and they should ......."

As he spoke, Brooke stopped suddenly.

Gibran raised his eyebrows, and was about to ask why, when the next moment his eyes became sharp.

I saw Brooke suddenly lower his head and cover his mouth, as if he was suppressing some physiological impulse, but he couldn't suppress it at all, and not long after, the sound of "cough cough" sounded again.

"Ahem!

As he coughed, blood splattered from Brooke's fingers and onto Gibran's face, who was close at hand.

Gibran was expressionless and motionless, while Brooke shook his body and fell down weakly with a "poof".

Obviously, Gibran's spell worked, but it didn't solve Brooke's root problem.

Brooke, as well as the rest of the people, were infected by fungal spores, so they coughed up blood.

And this fungal spores are not ordinary, they were brought out of the grave of Alex's ancestors by Richard, and even Richard himself almost died, thanks to the hundred waves of rest, he survived.

After bringing it out, Richard carried out a large number of screening of fungal spores, and used the drifting bottle of the "Spell Gene Mixer" to optimize the gene level, and made the final product with great difficulty. This final product, compared to the original spores, has increased its lethality countless times, and even Richard himself is extremely careful to avoid being hit. Because he was really hit, Richard didn't dare to guarantee that he could rely on the remaining Bailang more breath on hand and some antibiotics in the experimental stage.

As a result, once these fungal spores are released in the underground base, they can be used as the air spreads everywhere and through the respiratory system into everyone's lungs, producing a terrifying killing effect.

And this killing effect will continue and intensify.

After all, fungi are life!

Yes, fungi are life! They grow, mature, divide, and multiply!

The organs of the human body, for fungi, are equivalent to a medium with a constant temperature of 37 degrees Celsius, filled with a lot of protein, water, and without any competitors. In this environment, if the fungus does not frantically occupy, attack, and devour, it is simply sorry for the meaning of its existence.

So, even if Gibran used a spell to help the infected Brooke rebuild a brand new lung, it would be useless. Fungal spores are still present in Brooke's body, and fungal spores in the air are constantly entering Pluto's body, which will make Brooke easily re-infected, and then cause coughing and vomiting blood.

In fact, as long as all the spores are not cleaned up, even if Brooke is replaced with two, three, or four new lungs, Brooke will have a third, fourth, and countless reinfections.

It's not a curse, but it's more terrifying and evil than a curse!

Because, it's science!

Bioweapons of Science!

......

Gibran watched Brooke, who stood up, fall down again, his face became as black as the bottom of the pot, and he grabbed a dying person again with his big air hand and cast a life spell to heal. And the result did not make any difference - the person treated, not long after, coughed again, coughing and vomiting blood.

"Damn it!"

Gibran cursed, his eyes widened, his gaze scanning the hall of the people in agony with different expressions, and after a while, a decision was made.

"Come here, all of you!" shouted Gibran, to everyone, "get closer to me! I'll heal you with the strongest spells!"

After speaking, Gibran flipped his hand, and a golden flame appeared in his hand.

The crowd approached as they walked and crawled, and Gibran put the golden flame into his mouth and swallowed it in one gulp.

"Goo-dong!"

As the flames disappeared into Gibran's mouth, an incomparably powerful momentum erupted from Gibran's body.

"Buzz!"

The whole hall made a noise, the air surged wildly, and Gibran's feet slowly lifted off the ground, floating in midair.

At this moment, Gibran's eyes turned a rich black—without any whites—like endless darkness.

"Branch...... New York ......"

Gibran's lips opened and closed, and he recited a long incantation, and almost the entire hall could feel the surging mana fluctuations in Gibran's body, and the next moment this fluctuation reached the limit and gushed out.

"Restore it all!"

Gibran shouted.

"Brush!"

Light!

Golden light!

With the shout, dazzling golden light shot out from the countless pores above and below Gibran's body, reflecting the entire hall.

At this moment, Gibran was like the sun, shining in all directions like the sun.

In the light, there was a faint voice, listen carefully, I can't hear it really, but I don't know inexplicably that it is singing and praising a great existence.

It makes the heart clear and reverent, and makes the heart feel extremely happy, as if any pain or suffering is not worth mentioning.

This is where the power of spells comes in, healing not only physical wounds, but also mental wounds.

Transformational Life-based Spells: Praise of the Light!

The golden light lasted for a long time before it dissipated, and the people who fell to the ground rose one by one in the process.

"Huh, that's ......."

The person who stood up looked at his body, felt his physical state, and showed a look of surprise and surprise: "Recovered?

"Yes, you're recovered!" Gibran, who was floating in mid-air, slowly landed and said to everyone, his face was as pale as a piece of paper, which was extremely scary.

"Whew-"

Gibran stood firm, took a deep breath, and glanced at the people around him: "I used a spell to help you forcibly recover your health. But this effect is time-limited, and once the spell energy injected into your body is exhausted, you will instantly change back to what you were just now.

And the reason why you are like this, if my guess is correct, is because the people who sneaked in cursed us by some means!

Therefore, if you want to survive, you must catch the person who sneaks into the base before the spell fails, and ask him for a way to break the curse. Now, got it!"

"Yes. Everyone in the hall replied in unison.

At this moment, a black shadow with a bird's beak mask suddenly swept past the door of the hall and disappeared around the corner.

"It's the enemy!" someone saw it, and raised his legs to chase after him.

"Brush!"

Gibran, however, flashed in his figure, appeared in front of the person who wanted to act, and stopped him.

"Steward Gibran, you are ......"

Looking at the direction in which the black shadow disappeared, Gibran said solemnly: "Don't worry, since the other party is still in the base, then you must not let the other party escape." Therefore, it cannot be simply pursued, and the pursuit of the province will fail like last time, and a plan must be formulated. Hmph, doesn't the other party want to play hide and seek with us, then play with him. ”

"That ......"

"Next, everyone is under my command!"

"Yes. ”

......

On the other side, Richard was running as his mind was spinning: plan the second phase, uh, it was the second phase just now. Now we are in the third phase of the plan...... Here we go.

The other party is coming after him in a planned way? Very well, let's dance together - dance on the tip of the knife!

......