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“Konz, what should I do...? Knng...

As soon as the embarrassed poet tried to ask Konz what to do, the azeolite oil absorbed into his body started to work. As soon as I felt the weak pressure pressurizing my body, a tremendous amount of energy poured down. It was an unimaginable amount of internal air.

It was like opening a dam that was blocking the calm river downstream and suddenly turning it into a sea of water. The enormous inner air, which was simply unacceptable, swept through the 11 year mark in one fell swoop.

“The Pope! Stay alert, control your internal air as much as possible and lead to a lower power failure! ”

Konz's urgent shouting never reaches my ears. Nevertheless, the poem instinctively tried to control the internal air and put it in the lower half. At this rate, my heart exploded with the feeling that I might really die, and my concentration became deeper than ever. I tried to control the giant chi with all my might, with all my might.

But there was something impossible in the world. Things you can't do with your usual mental strength. For example, an ordinary human being with his bare hands blocking an incoming dump truck, opening a dam and swimming fluidly through rough flowing rivers. What's happening now was similar to that. No matter how hard he tried to control it, he could not control it.

“Urgh…… ”

Blood came from the mouth of the Hippopotamus. Beyond internal injuries, an enormous amount of energy was rushing through the body, making them muscular, organs, and clumps. At the same time, the blood vessels were torn at enormous stages, as though the ground were crumbling with enormous currents, and at the same time caused the city tremendous pain.

I felt like my head was burning white with the tremendous pain I felt in my whole body. I wanted to scream out loud, focused, or whatever, but my body didn't move like I was being crushed by a giant gravity.

“Oh, brother. Brother... Oh, my God. What should I do, Mr. Cornes? What should I do?”

Her complexion pales and her eyes fill with tears. The blood vessels in the poem swelled up like a burst, and when he saw the blood flowing from his mouth, he knew that something big had happened.

“This is bad.”

Konz's expression became serious. It was because it was almost impossible for any human being to regenerate on his own.

“Oh, no. Oh, no. Brother... Oh, my God, really. Please don't kill me, Conz. ”

Aru begged Konz with tears in his eyes. It was so painful just to watch the poem break his heart.

Just now, the blood flowing from my mouth was now my ears and eyes, and all of it began to flow from the hole in my face. A black flat stone with complex circuits suddenly turns red with blood.

Suddenly, Gigi rushed around the body of the poem, tore his blood vessels and blood vessels, and now he began to break apart the bones and spine. It was a wound that could not be regenerated by modern medicine.

I felt no sensation, not only my lower half, but my upper half, as I broke my spine. At the same time, the burning pain disappeared. When the pain disappears suddenly and the body is numb, the situation is full of anxiety and fear, but the body does not listen at all.

And shortly after, I couldn't see or hear anything at all about losing my sight. Similarly, there was no smell, no taste, no touch. All the senses are gone.

It was similar to being confined to a dark room that was completely confined. Only the mind is fine, but the body is completely out of control.

“Ha……. ”

The poem thought it was a deep sigh, but it was just a fantasy. The fear that had just filled up until now disappeared like it had been washed away. I was just wondering if it was all over. Life was so meaningless.

He smiled like an idiot, and his heart and brain burst and died.

The poem's body collapsed like it was completely lifeless.

“Brother! Brother! ”

Aru was surprised at his appearance and held the situation in his arms at once. The bones shattered into pieces and were moaning like molluscs. Ordinary people might have thought it was horrible, but Aru did not care about such things at all, and caught the body of the poem and burst a fever.

Tears poured out constantly from Aru's eyes.

“Brother, get up. Please, brother. ”

Aru waved the body of the poem, but there was no way that the poem had already died. I stole the tears with the back of my hand and kissed the mouth of the poem as it did not look like it was shed too much. This is because the animation on the computer remembered that the person who died woke up after kissing like this.

I kissed the lips of the poem in a frenzy, but there was still no chance of waking up. At this rate, I breathed the wind into the mouth of the poet with endless tears of fear that the eternal poem might die.

“Brother, get up. Aroo will do well next time. ”

The aru wept again and waved the poem as I could not see the breath of life even when I kissed her.

“Aru. Calm down."

Konz tried to calm the aru. However, Aru constantly waved the poem, kissing and blowing the wind to make sure that he couldn't hear Corns' words. He was doing the best he could.

“Aru! That won't save the Pope. Do you want to save her?”

“Uh, how, how do I save you? ”

When Konz asked me if I wanted to save the poem, I looked at Konz as if the aru was awake. Tears in the eyes of the aru and nostrils flowing so nasty that their distinctive beauty is not hidden.

“Did the Pope give you that bottle? ”

“Yes, there is. ”

Aru still cried, but he was slightly calmer than before.

“You can put it in your mouth and feed it to the Pope. ”

Konz taught Aru in detail how to give the potion. There was nothing urgent about it because it was only necessary to give the potion within 24 hours after death anyway.

“Okay? Don't worry, the Pope will live. ”

At Konz's words, Aru nods with a resolute expression.

It depends on whether the poet lives or dies in his hands. Aru is nervous and shakes slightly. I've never been more nervous in my life.

Aru laid down the poem neatly. My muscles were twisted and boneless, so I drooled, but I put them in the right position as much as possible.

Then, as Konz taught me, he slightly raised his head to open his esophagus and opened his mouth. When I was roughly ready, I drank the full recovery potion that the poem gave me and stuck it in my mouth. It was roughly a sip.

My heart was pounding with tension, but Aru kissed the mouth of the poem and moved carefully, making sure that the potion did not spill. It was an extremely delicate tongue teasing, practicing with a kiss to date.

Aru gently pressed down on the neck, but the poem didn't think to swallow the water, so he pressed down a little harder. Then, the potion forcefully flows in as an attempt.

After pushing every last drop through his tongue, Aru opened his mouth and looked at the situation. However, the poem was still bowing in blood and not breathing at all.

“Brother……. ”

Tears flow again from Aru's eyes. I booted my computer after doing everything I could, but Aru was still deeply disappointed when I came out of the black screen. According to Konz, I knew the poem would pop right out of my eyes, but I still didn't wake up, dead or dead.

Aru shed tears quietly as he looked at the poem, not with a stiffness like before. I couldn't even make out how sad it was. The memories of the poem come to mind. To him who was a slave, the poem gave so much love.

Just thinking about the poem makes my heart burst, and hot tears fall down the ball of the aru. And as the tears fell on the cheek of the poem, a faint golden light appeared from the body of the poem.

“Ah!”

As the poem's body changed, the aru was amazed.

The twisted muscles stretch and the fragmented bones start to stick together. When the body of the 10-year-old girl who was about to leave the body of the poem had already lost its life, and the body of the 1-year-old girl suddenly regained her vitality, she began to act again.

The stretched muscles twist and the adherent bones begin to break apart. However, the vitality of the fully restored potion did not succumb to that. Again, I straightened the muscles of the palate properly and attached the bones. However, a sudden gash continues to twist muscles, tearing blood vessels and blood vessels, breaking bones.

It was so bizarre that I was afraid to come out in my dreams. The poem's body growls, sobbing, then straightening again, and growling again. A sudden burst of destructive power collides with the potion's recovery power.

This was accompanied by a legendary metallurgical neophyseal. It makes your muscles hard, breaks bones, and restores your skin, making your bones as strong as steel. However, the pain was not tolerated by humans, so it was the person who died while polishing the body parts of the body.

However, the poem was being polished by itself without feeling such pain because it was now dead.

When the poem's body was stretched out, Aru's expression brightened, and when he regretted, Aru cried. I didn't even know how long Aru was going to watch the poem with tense eyes, but it was already past 12: 00 am. The poem has been dead for 12 hours.

A complete darkness settled on the planet of Quezron, where the dark poem's officetel was illuminated.

It was said that the innards were great, but it was not possible to overcome the life force of the original tree. I began to scatter around for a while, wondering if the sudden energy that had been destroying the body of the poem had been exhausted.

Approximately 20 years of internal air was absorbed into the lower half of the war and mixed with Magi, while the remaining 40 years of internal air were dispersed into the whole body vein. Usually, when the internal air is dispersed through the whole system, it can never be recovered unless it is the master who hit the trench. However, a sudden internal air that arose after drinking copper oil searched for the blood vessels of the poem, causing them to strike and tear at the same time. So, not only all the blood vessels were beaten, but unlike before, the blood vessels were tensed like tendons so that they could withstand the large amounts of internal air flowing through them.

You said you were looking for an opportunity after the crisis, and you were right.

The broken heart recovered, and the blood began to spin and the cheeks of the pale poem became greasy. And finally, the brain has been restored, and as far as we live, it has been completely restored to the destroyed brain cells. Thanks to this, my head turned more agile and my memory increased.

“Mmmm... ”

The poem opened its eyes sparsely. It was like I woke up after a long sleep.

“Brother!"

When the poem opened his eyes, Aru shouted and hugged the poem. So, so happy that hot tears flow endlessly on the ball.

“Aruya.”

It was a poem that came back to life after death, but there was no memory in between. So the poem did not realize that he had come back from the dead.

“Brother……. Brother... ”

As Aru continued to shed tears in his arms, the poem patted Aru's back. Then I thought about what just happened.

Obviously, he failed to properly control the internal airspace of the first wave. So I felt the extreme pain of going into the fire of hell, and I lost my mind when all my senses became blocked. But now I see that my body was fine.

The poem looked at Konz.

“The pope died of a sudden loss of control of his vital organs, and his heart and brain were destroyed. ”

“What? Really? ”

Looking at the dumb-talking cones, I didn't know whether the poem was saying it for fun or for real.

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