I Am the Fifth of the Four Demon Kings

Chapter 56

However, after shaking his head, the young man seemed to understand the saint's words and asked with some trepidation:

"My Lord, can my brother be saved like this?"

The opposite Saint bit her lip, did not answer, but increased the cohesion speed of her magic power. A trace of crystal sweat flowed down from her white forehead.

Seeing this scene, how could the young man not understand a trace of the saint? He turned pale and sat down

"How could that be..."

He couldn't imagine what else could be done for those who could not even be saved by the saints.

The young man's murmuring made the saint's heart hurt. She didn't want to see a young boy leave in front of her.

So she clenched her teeth and silently put in her own healing magic for the boy, hoping that he would get better.

But it was only limited to this. The saint knew very well that the condition of this young man was different from his illness, and the problems in his body had involved magic.

If it is a common disease, disability or even poisoning, the cure magic of the saint can easily help him to take care of it. It can be said that dealing with these common diseases is the best in the whole church, and the Pope can't do it.

But the source of juvenile symptoms is obviously from the black purple blood in his body, and the black magic in his body. This kind of thing involves magic. Her healing magic can not exert much power.

Maybe it's a little easier to find a saint whose rank is much higher than her and suppress it with the powerful magic in her body.

But it can only achieve the degree of suppression. The saint can see that if she wants to completely cure this situation, she has to absorb the black blood in her body.

But who dares to do it easily? The strength of black blood in the eyes of the saint, not to mention her, even her mother-in-law absorbed this kind of blood, the consequences are uncertain.

Just as the Virgin was pale and carrying magic to the boy, the young man beside her pushed away Hill's hand

"Don't be like this... Saint, we are very grateful for your heart to save my brother like this. But if you can't save him, you can't save him. We don't want to give you any more trouble..."

The young man said with a heavy face. He saw the saint who was breathing heavily in front of him. Of course, he knew that what the saint was doing was just supporting her brother's life with her own magic.

But the magic power of the saint is limited, so it is very harmful for him to continuously pull away her magic power, or even overdraw her magic power. He doesn't want the saint to fall ill for them.

"Brother, he... Has been very grateful to you..."

The young man said calmly, but there was a touch of sadness in his eyes. I didn't expect that even if he found the saint, he couldn't solve his brother's problem

"No, I have another way to cure him!"

But the saint refused to give up. She clenched her teeth and suddenly made a decision. She wanted to pull the black and purple from the other person's body to herself.

As a saint, if she can't do her best to save her people, then what's the meaning of her life? If she can save people and die, at least there will be no regret.

What's more, there is the suppression of healing magic in her body, and she is confident that she will not be hurt by the magic in her blood.

However, when she made such a decision, Lu Ming sighed and finally came up.

"Go and have a rest. Leave his problem to me. I can solve it."

Hearing Lu Ming's words, the saint looked back at him, her eyes brightened.

The other side is brave and has the wonderful power stored in the holy sword. Since he can say that he can solve it, he can. At least she trusts Lu Ming very much.

"Then, on behalf of this young man, I say thank you."

The saint bowed heavily, saying that she had planned to sacrifice, but Lu Ming suddenly said that he had a way to relax her.

One part is for her people, the other part is for herself. If Lu Ming saves the believers of this church, she is also her own savior.

"My Lord, he is..."

Seeing that hill believed in a man so much, the young man was stunned.

To tell you the truth, it is enough to surprise him that a man lived in the house of the virgin. As a virgin incarnated in purity, if this kind of thing is spread out, the consequences may not be as strong as the news of Androgyny before.

"He is a brave man."

Hill just answered so softly that the young man immediately grew up.

Then he ran to Lu Ming, knelt down and begged

"Brave, brave man! Please, help my brother

Yes, now the young men suddenly thought, if there are people on the mainland who can't even save the saints, who else can save them?

Then there is only one answer, and that is the brave.

A brave man who can save the whole continent.

That's the person who really stands at the peak of human beings. Any goddess is a p for the brave. After all, the goddess has never shown her miracles. Even the goddess teaches herself to doubt that the goddess has been dead for many years.

But the brave are different. They are just a few people who live in this world and protect their humanity. In the eyes of others, the brave can do everything they dare not imagine.

"Let me see."

Lu Ming said casually and came to the young man's side with the young man's expectant eyes.

Just at a glance, he identified the boy's physical illness.

"It's really like this..."

Lu Ming's brows wrinkled deeper, and the eyes of the saints and young people around him were bright. The young man asked:

"My Lord, do you recognize this symptom?"

The young man deeply repressed his inner joy, thinking that if he recognized it, it would be easy to do. The brave adult should know something about this treatment method, right?

Lu Ming did not speak, because the symptoms of the young man in front of him were clearly the result of being forced to merge with the blood of the demons.

The so-called demon clan's highly gifted blood can't be digested by any human without any talent.

It's better to say that the blood of all races is in danger of bursting into other people's bodies.

But similarly, if we can survive and integrate our blood successfully, we will surely gain powerful forces from other races.

Not to mention this, what makes Lu Ming feel incredible is that he can see that this young man's blood is pure demon blood.

Although there is only a trace, how can there be pure demons in this era?

The so-called pure demon clan is a strong demon clan who will reach level 200 and work hard to reach level 400 easily.

It's not impossible to even have a class of 600 or 800.

In this era, even the four demons can't be pure demons. How can we see their blood?