An Qingyu stood aside and waved his hand to stir up the surrounding purple mist, sending the wrapped disease upward into the sky.
Although the disease has fallen into a coma, the virus contained in the disease gas still exists. If the disease is allowed to spread, not only Lin Qiye and others, but nearly one-third of the city's population will become seriously ill.
The best way is to lift the gas package into the high altitude, and then use an explosion to completely kill the virus contained in it.
At the same time, Uncle Kyousuke, who was sitting next to the comatose patient, was always holding the golden sword in his hand tightly, his eyes were tightly closed, beads of sweat seeped out from his forehead, and his face was extremely pale.
He is activating the [Miscellaneous Eye] to create an illusion for the comatose patient.
In front of him, the expression of the patient lying on the ground changed slightly, sometimes angry, sometimes hesitant, sometimes puzzled, sometimes happy...
The disease is gradually fading into an illusion.
"Qingyu, is there anything else you need me to do?" Jialan asked doubtfully, holding the golden spear.
An Qingyu looked at the two people in the distance for a moment, then shook his head, "No need, let them handle their grudges themselves."
Jialan nodded and looked up at the thunder beast roaring at the ground in the thunder clouds. He didn't know what he was thinking.
Time passes minute by minute.
Uncle Kyosuke, who was sitting on the ground, was shaking uncontrollably, as if every muscle in his body was exerting force. His eyes had been opened, and they were dyed with a layer of psychedelic gold, and they were dying.
Staring at the disease in front of me.
Now, he is not just creating illusions for the disease. The Oracle's body has been modified and is a combination of flesh and machinery. Although the disease has fallen into a coma, the background system in his left eye is still running.
Always monitor the physical condition of the patient.
In order to completely plunge the disease into an illusion, he must simultaneously hypnotize the will of the disease itself and the electronic machinery in his left eye.
Uncle Kyousuke is almost at his limit.
Just when Uncle Kyosuke was about to collapse, the patient who was in a coma slowly sat up from the ground.
There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he had seen something pleasing. He slowly raised his hands and rubbed them in the air.
Dots of dark blue light emerged from his palms and converged towards the center of his hands. Countless pathogens were deconstructed and reorganized by him, gradually solidifying into a small group of dark blue liquid, suspended in the air.
When An Qingyu saw this scene, his eyes lit up. He took out a test tube from his arms and stepped forward to collect the liquid.
The dark blue liquid swayed on the transparent wall. A flash of gray flashed in An Qingyu's eyes, and he began to analyze the data of the liquid. After a moment, he nodded to Uncle Kyosuke beside him.
"That's it, it's ready."
Uncle Kyousuke's eyes were bloodshot due to overdraft and exhaustion. When he heard An Qingyu's words, a flash of joy flashed in his eyes.
But soon, the joy disappeared.
The golden color in his eyes did not fade away. He slowly turned his head and looked at the man sitting on the ground with a smile on his face, as if he was in heaven, and his expression gradually turned cold.
Now, the disease disaster has lost its use value.
Uncle Kyousuke urged the [Miscellaneous Eye] in his hand to slowly lead the disease, which was immersed in joy, into another illusion...
A cruel and terrifying illusion that can tear the dignity of the Oracle to pieces and burn it away.
The sickly smile froze on his face.
Then, a look of horror appeared on his face, as if he was suffering from some extreme pain.
Uncle Kyousuke used his [Miscellaneous Eyes] to support his body and stood up unsteadily from the ground. His golden eyes looked down coldly at the patient who was immersed in a painful illusion.
He raised his hand, slowly stabbed the golden knife in his hand towards the sick chest...
"Fall into hell..." Uncle Kyousuke said coldly.
The moment the blade touched the body of the patient, the patient suddenly woke up from his nightmare. He was covered in cold sweat and before he could recover, a cold blade had already pierced into his heart!
Uncle Kyousuke held the [Miscellaneous Eye] and rotated it slightly, ruthlessly stirring the sick heart!
The remaining pain from the illness nightmare was still on his face. The next moment, his vitality was ruthlessly wiped out. Those eyes as wide as bells stared at Kyosuke in horror, full of unwillingness and resentment!
Stab——!
Uncle Kyousuke pulled out the golden sword and casually swayed the blood soaked in the sword to the ground. The golden color in his eyes gradually faded.
He killed the disease.
When the golden color completely faded away, Uncle Kyousuke swayed and almost fell to the ground. He bent down and coughed violently. Every time he coughed, a large amount of blood would come out.
"Jialan, throw him into the sky, the higher the better." An Qingyu didn't have time to check Kyousuke's condition and immediately said to Jialan.
Jialan didn't hesitate at all, took one step forward, grabbed the sick man's collar, and threw it towards the sky with all his strength!
The diseased body flew up into the night sky with terrifying kinetic energy, and the halo of light in his left eye flashed violently. A few seconds later, a dazzling fire burst out, illuminating a large area of the sky again.
Under the raging firelight above his head, Uncle Kyosuke's body stood up in a pool of blood. He put the [Miscellaneous Eye] into its sheath and walked to An Qingyu.
"It's gamma potion, and it's very heavy." An Qingyu handed him the test tube in his hand, "After you drink it for your son, it will keep him alive for a long time, until I thoroughly study and crack his genetic defect.
, after developing the corresponding medicine, this problem can be solved."
Uncle Kyousuke took the potion and was silent for a moment, looking at An Qingyu with complicated eyes.
"Why are you helping me so much?"
An Qingyu raised his eyebrows, "I'm also helping myself by helping you. After all... I'm also very interested in the so-called god-making experiment."
Before Uncle Kyousuke's expression changed, An Qingyu continued: "But don't worry, I'm not as crazy as the Oracle. I will only conduct experiments on myself. I will never touch your son. At most, he will only
I want two tubes of his blood."
After hearing these words, Uncle Kyosuke relaxed.
"What's more... I also have a father." An Qingyu paused for a moment, then said, "Although I can't save you, at least I have the ability to keep your son alive.
There is only so much I can do for a 'father'."
Uncle Kyousuke looked into An Qingyu's eyes. After a long time, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Thanks."
"You're welcome."
Uncle Kyousuke took a deep breath, clutched the test tube in his hand, turned around and walked towards a certain direction in the city.
"Come with me, I will take you... to meet my son."