Light Spirit Epic Chapter 2598: The ultimate victory over the king’s cavalry (53)

Chapter 2598 Absolute victory over Wang Qi (fifty-three)

"Wake up, wake up!" Someone slapped him in the face, Albert opened his eyes and glanced at the other person, it was Shiloma.

"Um...how long have I been passed out?" So he asked in a hoarse voice.

His body is surrounded by a burning sensation, which is like a tingling sensation stimulated by electric current. Spicy and numb, extremely uncomfortable.

"It's not long, it's still in the timeout period." Shiloma replied, "Just now you broke your cervical vertebra when you hit the ground. The situation is really dangerous. We are afraid that you will lose your life, so we will give you a bottle on our own initiative. [Recovery medicine]. Thanks to the cervical vertebra that you broke, it was repaired. But it seems to be unnecessary? You have no heartbeat."

Albert frowned in silent protest. However, Shiloma was right at all. Albert's body has long been a special existence, and most of the internal organs' functions have stopped, not even a heartbeat. He can continue to live, or continue to act in the appearance of "looking alive", just because the Holy Spirit White Tiger in his body has assimilated with him, and the plasma in his body is the "spiritual plasma" of the spiritual body. He does not rely on the heart to supply blood to the whole body, and let the blood supply nutrients to the cells of the body for activities. All his actions are completely dependent on the energy supplied by the spiritual pulp.

So a broken cervical vertebra doesn't actually make him die -- a normal person with a broken cervical vertebra will stop breathing and heartbeat, which is of course the cause of death for a normal person. Albert, on the other hand, is a half-spirit without breathing and without a heartbeat.

However, breaking the cervical spine may affect the nerves of the spine and cause Albert to be paralyzed, so it is still quite dangerous. Shiloma and the others did nothing wrong in their emergency response, and the recovery medicine really saved Albert's life. He could feel the pain all over his body—not only was the broken cervical vertebra repaired, but other injuries on his body were also repaired. The pain will be so intense, but it is proof that the nerves in the whole body are activated.

The lion-man boy Leo peeked at Albert with a slightly gloating look, as if he wanted to say: "You also tasted the pain of this medicine?"

Indeed.

The body has recovered, but is disturbed by the severe pain after recovery. It was painful and itchy, like a body full of insects and ants biting, from the inside out.

No wonder Hacon said that this medicine would have terrible after-effects, no wonder Hacon brought anesthesia to Prince Leopold in addition to [recovery medicine]. Albert was still using the recovery medicine after using anesthesia beforehand, so he only felt this level of pain. If the effect of the anesthetic is over, the tiger man youth may feel ten times more intense pain.

Is Leopold's child forced to continue to use this terrible [recovery medicine] in order to prolong his life? Just imagine the constant suffering of severe pain under the shadow of death brought on by sickness, and the situation will never get better, only to watch the days get worse day by day... What a life miserable.

Not to mention that. Albert glanced at the scoreboard off the field, with the final nine minutes remaining and the two-and-a-half minute timeout called by the Sphinx that would soon pass. He was in so much pain that he didn't even want to move, and he planned to rest his body as much as possible in these two and a half minutes, but he also knew that two and a half minutes wouldn't make his body much better, it was just a boring self. Just comfort.

"...Where's Mutter?" He glanced around the lounge area, but didn't see the kitten who had been worrying about him, feeling strange. If it was normal, Mutter would have been worrying about him by his side at this time, and maybe even looked at him with tears in his eyes. But Mutter is not here, is it going to the toilet?

"Is that little idiot? There..." Shiloma pointed to the rest area opposite her irritably, with a helpless tone.

Catboy Mutter, the outfield catcher for the Sandstorm Sphinx, walked straight to the rest area of ​​the opposing British Cavaliers at such a sensitive time, walking straight to the legendary player, Iron Face Man number nine.

In anyone's eyes, this is an ill-timed act of provocation that could cause a lot of trouble for Mutter himself, and even for the Sphinx team. No wonder the Sphinx players have been so nervous since just now. It turned out that they were not worried about Albert's injury at all, but were they worried that Mutter would cause trouble in the past.

But why didn't anyone stop Mutter? Just because the cat boy looks harmless to humans and animals, is he trusted so much? ?

And in the rest area of ​​the British Cavaliers, the players looked at the gray tiger-striped kitten walking slowly with the same nervous and malicious eyes.

"Let's talk." Mutter said immediately as he approached Man in the Iron Mask Nine.

"This player, pay attention to your words and deeds. You are harassing players of other teams." The referee was also keeping an eye on Mutter, and when he saw that the cat boy had spoken to the Iron Man No. 9, he immediately stopped him. road.

"It's okay, we're friends." Iron Mask Nine stood up from the bench to stop the referee, and at the same time approached the cat boy and put one hand on the cat boy's shoulder: "We are just friendly Communicate, right?"

Mutter nodded reluctantly.

In this case, the referee has nothing to say. He took a few steps back, but still paid close attention to what Mutter said and did.

"So, what do you want to say to me, kid?" Man in the Iron Mask Nine pulled Mutter away, and the two chatted in a place where no one else could overhear. Beneath his half-covered mask was the slightly raised corners of his mouth, that unpredictable smile.

Mutter swallowed and said, "This is a trade. I accept your previous offer. After this Super Bowl event, I will join you as your outfield catcher with the British Cavaliers. ......Well, the substitute. Is that ok?"

There was a sense of inferiority in those words. He thinks that he really can't compete with the official outfield receiver of the British Cavaliers, "Flying Man" Paris, so he thinks that the team will only recruit him as a bench player, or just a second team.

Nevertheless, a deal is a deal. He knew his body was still a pretty valuable bargaining chip.

"Oh?" Iron Mask Nine smiled mysteriously again, and the amount of information in this smile was doubled: "Since it is a transaction, I believe it has a price?"

"The price is... Please, don't shoot at that stupid tiger." Mutt drooped his ears and replied in a low voice: "Every time you shoot at him, he will be injured. You even broke your cervical spine. Please, don't do it again. You can intercept him, knock him to the ground, and let him experience despair over and over again. But...don't hurt him, Okay?"

"Hmm. Interesting proposal." King Arthur hummed: "In short, you want to sell your body to protect him. Is that what you mean?"

"Eh!" Mutt's face flushed, "Stupid, stupid! Why use such a strange metaphor!"

It was supposed to be a private conversation between the two, but Mutter suddenly blushed and shouted, and the players from the British Cavaliers also cast weird looks here, thinking what the two were talking about strange things. This can't help but make the cat boy even more embarrassed.

"But that's the essence of the matter, isn't it?" Seemingly thinking that it was fun to make fun of Mutter, Man in the Iron Mask 9 hummed: "You're going to sell your body to protect the people you value. [Joining Team Great Britain] on the condition that I lightly tap that stupid tiger, knock him to the ground, and don't hurt him, is that what you mean?"

"That's what it means....But don't make fun of me anymore." Mu Tei turned his face away.

"Huhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhu."

The Man in the Iron Mask Nine, smiled.

It's like hearing the funniest joke in the world, suddenly laughing to myself, even a little nervous.

"It's a pity," he said in a long tone, "I can't make your request. This kind of deal is impossible."

"Um...?!"

"Do you think dark American football is just a kid's game where children play and knock their opponents to the ground? Don't underestimate this sport, idiot!" Iron Mask Nine relentlessly taught: "No No, it's a ball game. But it's also a fight. I even think it's more of a fight than two teams fighting for a ball.

Since it is [fighting], both sides must do their best to defeat the opponent.

Did you know? It is against the spirit of chivalry to throw water at the opponent during a duel.

So sorry. I'm not going to throw water at that stupid tiger. I will try my best to block every subsequent attack of his, until he is completely destroyed. I'll rout him without breaking the rules of the game, grab that ball from him, and I don't care if he gets hurt by protecting the ball.

I obviously don't have any weapons in my hands. If he's too weak to stop my bare-handed attacks, he deserves to be injured, right? "

Mutter grins.

This is King Arthur. As the king of knights, on the battlefield he has never shown the pity of his duty to his adversaries, and his sword is blood-stained and without mercy. Now on this court, he still adheres to his principles on the battlefield ~IndoMTL.com~ showing no mercy to any opponent. In a sense, the King of Knights was a ruthless tyrant who never understood what kindness was.

Continuing to talk to someone like him won't work.

"Your Majesty the tyrannical king, all right." Mutt hummed: "If that's the case, I'll go back and tell the stupid tiger exactly what you said. You won't show any kindness to him, So he doesn't need to be concerned about your status as a king, and he has half a heart for you. You will use all your strength to compete, loot, bite, and kill. Just like a real beast, you will fight until there is only one left. Take your last breath."

"That's what I mean." Iron Mask Nine smiled flatly: "And it must be me who won. In fact, that stupid tiger has lost countless times, and has never won a single match in the competition. , woohoo."

"But he will defeat you. In the end he will." There was a silent burning anger in the tone of the cat boy: "I believe."

The King of Knights smiled contemptuously: "So sure without basis? Why? Because he is your belief?"

"Because he's the one I love." Mutter dropped a sentence, turned and left.