Chapter 194: The protagonist's destiny

die.

The second death is approaching.

Su Jing exhaled, and he was remembering this feeling, the feeling of breathing. It is very likely that he would never have the chance to breathe freely again.

The second level recovery ability is doing its best to play its due role. Before reaching the third level, this repair ability actually has a considerable limitation. It is limited by the energy in the body. When Su Jing is quickly losing the energy inside the body, the repair ability is gradually powerless.

Moreover, core energy organs like the heart are difficult to repair.

The heart is one of the most important organs for any human being. For adventurers of normal form, the most important organs are the heart and brain. The heart symbolizes strength, and the brain symbolizes wisdom. This opposing binary forms one strong man with different powers...

Su Jing pressed his hands on the big hole in his chest and his eyes were slightly closed.

Don't want to die.

Don't want to die yet.

I don't want to die here yet.

Don't be stupid, I am the protagonist, how could I die here?

But... lying on the ground, waiting for a helper who doesn't know if it will come? It's so ugly.

Think about it, what a protagonist should do.

If I live in a healthy and uplifting novel, the protagonist must bring a positive power to the children and children. He wants to become a model. Perhaps one day, a reader who reads this book will be moved by himself and then understand some messy sacred truths from his story...

So. If you want to live like the protagonist, should you live like a protagonist first?

Su Jing began to think. When facing this situation, what would a positive protagonist do?

The answer is there, it's too simple.

No one will come to save you. In this world, don’t expect any savior, don’t hand over your life to good luck from the sky, victory will only favor prepared people, hard-working people, who will never give up, a guy who gives up halfway will never come to the end... Only you can save yourself.

So... move on, start your brain and think about how to pull yourself out of this mess.

Su Jing put his right hand into his chest and soaked in the blood in the big pool. The most important blood vessels were torn off by the monk, and his well-kept heart was pulled out. Now only a huge cavity was left, filled with blood. The blood splatter caused by the blood pressure in his body at the beginning had slowed down a little by the spontaneous secretion of the hemostatic component. The blood vessels were shrinking with all their strength, trying to heal themselves, but the injuries were still too heavy after all...

Then he thought.

His left hand touched the keel dagger at his hand.

A vague blueprint faintly appeared in his mind. Hovering on the boundary of life and death, his inspiration was like a string of Mars in the dark, igniting the entire night sky of black oil. The knowledge and literacy that he had been accumulating, the theories of mechanical transmission, the structure and functions of organisms, and the various life-reinforcement concepts he had come into contact with before, these faint inspirations turned into pieces of broken pages. They were pieced together because of the sudden idea.

Inspiration, before it appears, you walk in the fog and cannot find the direction. And when you catch it, all the fog dissipates. This avenue appears before your eyes, so clear, so concise and clear.

The broken cube began to work. The two keel daggers at his hand began to decompose, and the parts of the steel and keel began to be disassembled, reshaped, and mixed... The enchanted pattern part of the thunder and lightning system was disassembled and then wrapped. The bone structure was like a ball of flour, reshaped into a new structure under his will.

A new heart, a blood transmission center with a stronger driving force than before. The perfect combination of mechanical structure and biological organs, an artifact, and a mechanical heart. Su Jingban made this new heart with his own intuition based on theoretical knowledge and half of life's last flash.

This hard heart slowly fell into his chest, cold and heavy, but powerful, like a ball of warm ice and a cannonball.

The blood vessels began to connect with the heart, and the broken cube enveloped his chest cavity. The life energy he was losing a lot of life energy gradually blurred the boundaries between life and non-life. The broken blood vessels and the interfaces of the keel were entangled together. The two began to mix, and the interfaces gradually merged, and the colors of the two were mixed into one.

Then, Su Jing turned on the energy switch.

Dong.

Dong.

Dong.

At first, he was still a little uncomfortable with the heavier heartbeat sound than before, but he found that it was his own illusion. The new heart would not beat at all, it just continued to push the blood circulation. The heartbeat sound he heard was actually the auditory hallucination in his heart, a torrent of blood, impacting the strengthened tough blood vessels, the torrent ten times stronger than before.

The hematopoietic mechanism began to run with all its strength. Su Jing put the wounds in his chest together, and the broken flesh and blood began to heal like magic. Su Jing clearly heard that his depleted life was rejuvenating. Every cell heard the leaping sound of life. This is the song of life. His weak five senses are regaining their sensitivity at a miraculous speed...

The quiet and dark deep sea began to sound noise, and the water pressure around began to decrease, and he felt the light again. It was like a deep diving man was rising to the water surface, and he struggled to flow upstream, regardless of the rapid reduction of external pressure that might tear him apart from the inside to the outside.

Then--

He surfaced.

The corpse lying on the street suddenly sat up. Su Jing opened his mouth wide and breathed greedily. He subconsciously reached out to touch it. The two keel daggers on his hand had disappeared without a trace, leaving only some small accessories. He pulled open his upper clothes, and the huge wound on his chest was healing. It has been more than half of it, and it only takes another two or three minutes to completely repair it.

It was not an illusion when I was dying, I was really struggling back from the border of death.

He felt the mechanical heart working quietly and vigorously in his chest. The high-energy blood was operating stronger than before under the push of the new heart, and he felt a sense of excitement and excitement in his body.

Su Jing stood up from the ground, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness. His body, which had absorbed too much nutrients, was still a little numb at the beginning, but as the blood rushed at a high speed, the small discomfort disappeared almost instantly. Su Jing took care of his hair and looked at the battle situation in the sky.

"Isaac Missile Storm!!"

Nearly a hundred brilliant magic missiles flew towards the Qianye Lion's roar. The magic missile series of spells has an extremely excellent characteristic, that is, their absolute neutrality. The moment they emit, they will follow the target until they hit it.

As an advanced enhanced version of magic missiles commonly used by low-level mages, Isaac Missile Storm has dozens of times more destructive power than magic missiles. When such a blow is completely hit, the force it causes is enough to completely destroy a house.

The moment when the outsider village was losing his hand, Qianye Lion Roar was at an unprecedented trough of strength. Anyone with a discerning eye could see the importance of this knife to his ability. This knife was like an energy center. After being hit by the dying counterattack of the dragon descendants, the Buddha light on Qianye Lion Roar's body dimmed to a very low level.

At this moment, Lu Mengyao's Isaac missile storm also hit.

Qianye lion roared in a low voice, and the Buddha light on his body flourished again. As magic missiles hit him, the brilliant protective aperture on his outer layer trembled like a tent hit by heavy rain. The golden light could maintain its brightness at the beginning, but when the 560th missile was bombarded, a very slight cracking sound appeared.

It was like a light bulb that was not in contact with good contact. The light golden Buddha light on Qianye's lion's roar on his body began to tremble and flicker, and a thin sound of rupture continued to sound. After approaching this round of bombing, the golden Buddha light was also broken.

But he also took advantage of this time to leap out and picked up his sword again.

"Takes of devils - just these tricks..."

Lu Mengyao's fingers moved slightly, and two green torrents sprayed towards him. Qianye's lion roared and raised his knife to slash. The thick green and strong acid solution splashed on him, and a thick white mist suddenly appeared.

"It seems that your Buddha light is not omnipotent. At least now we already know that your Buddhist power... is called Buddha power. Your Buddhist power will also be consumed..." Lu Mengyao carefully maintained the distance from his best magic to cast and paced on the street, "And a wizard like me happens to be the best energy user... In other words, I still have a chance to win."

Qianye Lion Roar wiped away the thick acid that splashed on his body with his thumb. He glanced at the green acid flowing on his knife, and the golden runes seemed a little loose, and he couldn't help but hold the hilt tightly in anger.

"Over your ability... If you still think you can win, then I'll let you face it..."

The monk waved his knife and threw away the acid liquid stained on it. He stood up in front of the knife, and then chanted loudly:

"When you meet a ghost, you will kill a ghost, and you will kill a Buddha! The principle of sword helmet is here!!"

As this spell finally blurted out, with the long sword in his hand as the center, the golden energy constructed a real structure in the air. The luxurious huge warrior armor appeared piece by piece from the void, covering the whole body of Qianye's lion roar in one second.

This set of samurai armor perfectly maintains the style of the Nota sword in his hand. It is themed with Buddhist beliefs. The aesthetic style of this set of armor is both majestic and rigid as a traditional samurai, and also has the unique luxurious atmosphere of Japanese Buddhism.

A string of red rosary entangled Taidao and Qianye Lion's right hand. Behind him, the golden and black mandala patterns entwined into the sky, and the Buddha light on his body instantly rose to unprecedented intensity!

[My destiny of the Lotus heretic village! Participate!]

A proud and arrogant voice came from under the steel armor.
Chapter completed!