Field Hospital

"This is all thanks to your help."

The young man opened his lips, and Mason stared at the monster lord with the help of his vest eyes.

"If it weren't for you, I really wouldn't be able to come back so soon."

That's certainly true.

If the Monster Lord had not been relentless in pursuit of him, he would not have been forced to break into the [Lost Kingdom] and obtain the [Water Mirror of the Goddess of Beauty].

Without the water mirror, he would not be able to take away the people of the entire Worm City. When the Monster Lord found him, he would most likely still be staying in the wasteland with these people, and there would be only one result. That is, he would die at the hands of the Monster Lord.

"Oh? Is this your attitude towards your benefactor?"

Hearing the monster master, Mason calmly asked, "Then why don't you take action?"

Gravity pierced the chest of the vest and nailed it to the ground. A huge deep pit was created with a loud bang. The surrounding monsters bit into it crazily, almost filling up the deep pit.

This lasted only a few seconds before a dazzling white light exploded in the pit. The power of heaven directly purified these monsters.

The silver-haired young man stood up in the deep pit, with huge holes in his chest and abdomen. Fresh flesh and blood slowly healed and a complete skin grew back.

Mason was not afraid of using Canaan's vest. Oreius had already raised his pain limit to an extremely high threshold. As long as there was enough pollution, Canaan would be immortal. And wherever the monster lord went, there would be pollution. It was difficult to kill this vest simply by relying on physical damage.

So he was even in the mood to laugh: "You are like a frustrated and spoiled child who can only vent his anger in this way."

The Monster Master raised his hand, and the place he pointed at underwent a sudden change at an extremely fast speed.

The black fog spread, and except for those who survived under the protection of Heaven, the monsters all underwent various degrees of changes. Their bodies became distorted, and dense granulations grew on their skin.

A very small number of monsters even became extremely powerful and frantically attacked any living creature around them, completely losing their minds.

When that force rushed to Canaan, something on the silver-haired young man's body moved slightly. Golden threads surged out from the air, covering the entire area.

The power became thinner as it went deeper into the black mist. Others turned a blind eye to this and seemed unable to notice any unusual changes.

The Monster Lord seemed somewhat unhappy: "Do you think I can do nothing to you just because you are hiding under the protection of the Lord of All Things and All Powers? The longer you run away, the more miserable your end will be."

“I’m looking forward to that day.”

Mason was relieved. The Lord of All Things and Omnipotence would not allow the Monster Lord to invade. Especially since Canaan had been baptized by his power, the two sides had formed a kind of connection. The Lord of All Things and Omnipotence would never watch the Monster Lord act recklessly.

He said this mercilessly. The blade transformed from the black mist instantly cut the silver-haired young man into pieces, and then began to recover quickly in an instant.

The golden threads reacted even more violently to this, and the enormous force repelled the Monster Lord, causing the black mist to become slightly thinner.

The latter soon realized the problem. Even if He broke through the obstruction of the Lord of All Things and All Powers, there would be enough time for Mason to escape. Once entering the human territory, with the protection of the World Tree, the boy could easily hide in the crowd. At that time, the other party would have more time to develop, which was completely different from His wish.

After a brief moment of anger, the Monster Lord quickly regained control of his emotions. He looked deeply at the young man and disappeared into the depths of the black mist.

Mason had to admire Him for this. Gods always have the evil nature of arrogance, but the Lord of Monsters always calms down the fastest and arranges the second plan calmly. This makes Mason even more vigilant against Him.

Although the main messenger left, the number of monsters in the wasteland increased. The silver-haired young man protected the others and fought and retreated, not forgetting to control Oreus.

With the infusion of heavenly power, the wounds on the red-haired young man's body healed quickly. The side effects of the curse were still there, and he roared in a low voice, making people around him afraid to approach.

The silver-haired young man said, "Leave him here with me."

Someone was willing to help, and the hesitant Bloodline members breathed a sigh of relief and continued to rescue their companions.

The mechanics were busy cooperating with the city defense forces to clear the monsters that were approaching, and the patrol team composed of ordinary people was cleaning the city walls. The medical team had already prepared for first aid and rushed up as soon as the bloodline people who were out returned.

Beyond their imagination, the people who came back had no wounds on their bodies and were in great condition. Putting aside the blood-stained clothes, people believed them when they said they had just returned from an outing. The medical team carefully examined them and confirmed that there was really nothing wrong with them.

They couldn't help but exclaim: "Lord, this is amazing!"

The young man hiding behind the scenes walked past them naturally and walked towards the Viscount's mansion with brisk steps. People on the street were discussing the battle enthusiastically, talking about those incredible machines and the loud noises in the distance, revealing expressions of amazement and excitement.

Nothing boosts morale more than a big win. Mason quietly slipped in through the door, and just as he stepped into the hall, someone patted him on the shoulder from behind.

"Where did you go?"

"Who—ah, father."

The boy turned around and saw a familiar face. Abner looked like he had just come back from outside, with an unshaved beard on his face. He put his arm around the boy's shoulders and looked him up and down.

"I'm glad you're alright."

Mason hugged him back and asked, "You went out before?"

"Yes, Faile is better at handling internal affairs than I am, so I went to check the situation nearby and investigate the distribution of monsters."

Abner said it lightly, but from the smell of blood on his body, one could guess how difficult it was. The nearby town of Nail had already been slaughtered, and monsters were rampant. He must have gone through a lot of hard battles alone. The man said nothing about this, but smiled instead.

"By the way, I met a few people on the road, and they said they knew you."

Having said this, he waved towards the door and several people walked in.

Mason looked closely. They were all dressed like homeless people, with plaster on their faces. They were obviously the number two and other androids.

Number Two saw him and nodded calmly. They were responsible for diverting the monsters' attention. Since they would be attacked by the monsters if they returned immediately, the androids decided to wait until the monsters were cleared out before heading here. As a result, they met Abner on the road and took a ride with him.

The androids were covered in a lot of monster blood, and it looked like they had been in a fierce battle. Faile, who was sitting in the main seat, looked at them carefully, with a hint of scrutiny in her eyes.

"How do you know Mason?"

Number Two said according to the previously agreed upon line: "We are wandering bloodlines who followed Mr. Mason. We came to the western border together as guards. We were separated due to the monster attack."

He then turned to Mason and said, "We saw many monsters heading this way when we came here. I'm afraid there will be a lot of fighting later."

Abner snorted and laughed: "Isn't it obvious? We've made such a big fuss, the monster will definitely not let it go."

As he said this, his eyes fell on Mason, and he said meaningfully: "I didn't know you were so capable that you actually brought people directly to the western border. You are really brave."

"I'm worried about you and mom."

The latter smiled awkwardly. These words were just for listening. It would be a bit far-fetched to use them as the basis for persuasion.

The most difficult thing in the world is to lie to your parents, but luckily he has a trump card. The flax-haired boy took a deep breath, made a begging gesture, and tried to sound as pitiful as possible.

"Mom and Dad, do we have to tell you this?"

Phailer, who wanted to ask more questions, said: "......"

Abner, who was hugging Mason: "......"

Although he looked young, Mason was an old man at heart. Seeing the two men in silence, his face turned red, thinking that this would be useless, because old people (although Abner and the others were not old) were all soft-hearted, so wouldn't the face he had given up be in vain?

"You are seventeen, not seven. Why are you still acting like a spoiled brat to your parents? When I was your age, I dared to go to the battlefield and fight monsters."

While Mason was feeling uneasy, Abner rubbed his son's head hard, messing up his soft hair. He wanted to blame him, but he couldn't bear to do it, so he could only sigh. He felt a little sad. Unknowingly, his child had grown into a strange person, which made the man as a father proud and emotional.

"Just this once, there won't be a next time."

Fayrell added sternly, "Don't hurt yourself, you hear me? If you get hurt, the adventure ends, no matter what it is."

The boy obediently rubbed his head and said, "I understand. I will definitely ensure my own safety."

"Just know, your safety is more important than anything else."

Who told the couple that they were both unprincipled slaves to their son? Since the child didn't want to say it, neither of them wanted to force the other. As long as it wasn't a betrayal of humanity, it wasn't a big deal.

Phairel's attention was drawn to something else: "Can you do that again, Mason? You've never acted cute to us before."

"......"

Mason fell into a suspicious silence, and then he forced himself to assume the same posture as before, only then did he feel deeply suffocated.

In his previous life, he often saw people posting about how their mother liked to dress herself up as a girl when she was a child, and when they saw the photos of that time when they grew up, they felt very socially dead. At this moment, he in the other world felt the same way as the poster he saw in his previous life.

Faile's attitude was the same. She took out a camera from somewhere and said with a smile, "Keep this pose and don't move. Let mom remember you. OK - that's it!"

Mason: “…”

Mason: “!!!”

Mason: "Why is there a camera here?!"

"I used it to record intelligence before. It's much more convenient than writing by hand."

After playing with Fayrel for a while, Mason managed to get away when others came to report the situation. Number Two and his companions were waiting for him faithfully at the door. The boy fixed his hair and sorted out the current situation.

Oreus' curse has taken effect, but it is suppressed entirely by Canaan's purification, so don't worry about it for now.

The mechanics stayed on the city wall to prepare for the next battle. The ability to control machinery was simply a killer on the battlefield, greatly reducing the casualties of the soldiers.

Mason was not idle either. He asked the couple for permission and ran to the hospital that was specially used to receive military casualties.

This hospital was the closest to the city wall, and the gate was heavily guarded. A few ordinary people were lingering at the gate, looking in from time to time, and it was obvious that there were relatives inside. Mason walked past them and went inside, and heard wailing sounds from a distance.

"It hurts, it hurts...my hand..."

"My legs ahh ...

"Please kill me, it hurts so much!"

The air was filled with the strong smell of medicine. Wounded soldiers were lying on their beds. Doctors were walking hurriedly, and urgent conversations could be heard from time to time.

"Bandage!"

"He's bleeding too much, he needs medicine!"

"The blood-replenishing potion is gone!"

"Damn it, if it doesn't work, we'll just have to amputate."

"......"

Mason saw someone covered with a white cloth being carried out of the back door by two soldiers. Faint cries could be heard from the door, making people feel uncomfortable. There is only a thin line between death and life. War brings sacrifice first and victory second.

The woman holding hot water at the door saw Mason and softened her tone: "What are you doing here? Go back quickly."

"Ora! Come on, where's the hot water!"

"I'm right here!"

The woman responded and hurried to go in. Suddenly, someone grabbed the corner of her clothes. She turned her head impatiently and warned, "I'm really busy and don't have time to play with you. Go back to your parents."

The linen-haired boy looked at her and interrupted the woman's complaints with one sentence: "I'm a pharmacist."

The woman was stunned. She looked at the man in front of her suspiciously, thinking that he was just a young boy. "This is not a joke, kid. We are very busy and many people are waiting for us."

Mason sighed, took out his pass and asked, "Can you trust me now?"

The bronze diamond-shaped token was engraved with complex patterns, symbolizing the noble association. Only the highest commander was qualified to issue a pass of this level. The woman hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded.

"Okay, come with me and I'll take you to see the people inside."