Poseidon has fallen...
This creature, the 39th sequence of the world's A-level sequence, appeared in the 18th century and planned the "Beheading Plan" against the Seminary of Decapitation in the last century.
On this day when he once again launched the "beheading plan", he was beheaded by an ordinary person.
Poseidon fell from the sky like a broken sack.
Before he died, he stared intently at Ye Ming, who was in the ranks of the Gale Armed Forces. He then looked at his allies in the distance who were being beheaded by the men of the Seminary, and thought sadly, "Am I really... out of touch with the times?"
With this thought in mind, He fell into endless darkness.
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"Your injury is quite serious."
Ye Ming pressed on someone's elbow and frowned, saying, "The fracture is so severe, it's almost broken. How did you get injured?"
The guy whose hand Ye Ming touched grinned and said, "A fight with a 'divine favor' whose sequence ability is to metallize his body parts to see whose fist is harder."
The guy grinned and said, "In the end, I was the one who broke his hand! What a lousy 'divine favor'! I, a mere mortal, was able to break that guy's so-called 'iron hand'. Why are you showing off before the big fight?"
"Brother, you and I... ah!"
Ye Ming straightened the guy's bones, patted the newly connected joint and said speechlessly:
"Instead of bragging here, you might as well find something to fix your bones. As the saying goes, it takes a hundred days to heal a broken bone. This one needs to be healed for a while, otherwise it will cause a chronic illness...tsk tsk tsk."
Ye Ming ignored the guy who was grinning and looking for something to fix his bones, and went to check the next injured person.
Many people were injured this time, and some even fell to the ground, never to wake up again...
Ye Ming felt the pulse of a girl lying on the ground. Feeling the weak pulse, Ye Ming quickly used the wind element to condense a fine needle and inserted it into the acupuncture points on the girl's body.
After dozens of injections, the girl's vital signs were barely stabilized.
Ye Ming waved to two people who were carrying a stretcher not far away.
The two men understood and came over with a stretcher. They lifted the girl, who Ye Ming had saved with dozens of injections, onto the stretcher and took her to the newly set up medical tent for treatment.
"Xiao Ye, are you still busy?"
An old voice sounded beside Ye Ming's ears. Ye Ming frowned and looked at the old man who was smiling and approaching from a distance.
The old man was covered in bandages, but he didn't seem to care about his injuries at all, and walked over chatting and laughing.
"Thank you for your hard work. If you hadn't lent a hand and helped us rescue the wounded, many of our wounded would have died because they didn't receive timely medical treatment."
Ye Ming nodded, looked at Chu Xuan, stretched out his hand and punched Chu Xuan's hand hard.
"Hiss... why did you punch me? It hurts!"
Ye Ming looked at Chu Xuan's grinning face, smiled and said, "You old man, do you still feel pain? You are injured so badly, and you are still running around. Aren't you afraid that the wound will worsen and you will die?"
"hey-hey……"
Chu Xuan covered his arm and grinned, "So what if the wound worsened and I died? I'm almost 150 years old. If it weren't for the abilities of the two sequences and the heavenly level dark power keeping me alive, oh yeah, and my obsession with revenge against those sequences back then, I would have been dead long ago."
Ye Ming looked at the long-lived old man in front of him with great surprise.
He is almost 150 years old. In this era where people in their seventies or eighties are considered to be long-lived, Chu Xuan is definitely of the same generation as his grandfather's grandfather.
But just now, when Ye Ming was treating the old man's injuries, he felt his pulse, and the pulse showed that he was very energetic. If nothing unexpected happened, he could live another thirty or forty years.
My goodness, do all godslayers live so long?
No matter what Ye Ming was thinking, Chu Xuan reached out and patted Ye Ming's shoulder hard. Looking at Ye Ming's grinning expression, he laughed and prepared to find a place to rest.
Halfway through the walk, he suddenly turned his head to look at Ye Ming, gave a confusing smile in Ye Ming's puzzled eyes, and then left.
Ye Ming didn't know why Chu Xuan looked at him with gratitude and... a sense of relief.
Ye Ming was pulled by a blond burly man in front of a man with a paralyzed face holding a sword.
"Brother, please give this guy a look. Something is wrong with this guy now."
The blond muscular man Gabe Notas pointed at Ji Xiaochen and insisted that Ye Ming show the man with expressionless face the situation.
Ye Ming looked at this guy with a look that asked, "Do you have a serious illness?"
However, looking at this guy's pale expressionless face, it seemed that there was something wrong. With the attitude of a doctor, Ye Ming stretched out his hand and said, "Give me the wrist."
Ji Xiaochen looked at Gabe who was staring at Ye Ming and sighed helplessly, then stretched out his hand.
Ye Ming took his pulse with a helpless smile on his face.
After touching it for a while, the helpless smile on his face disappeared, his brows furrowed, and his expression became serious.
This look not only made Gabe nervous, but even Ji Xiaochen, the patient who was originally not worried, became nervous.
"Brother, what happened to my friend?"
Ye Ming sighed with a hint of regret and said, "I'm sorry, I..."
Ye Ming paused for a moment and finally said as if he had made up his mind: "I can't cure this friend."
Ye Ming's words were like a bolt from the blue, hitting Gabe on the head.
"Brother, my friend... he just got his girlfriend back less than a year ago. Please don't just stand by and watch him get into trouble!"
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