Half-magic man No. 42 grabbed Simon's neck with both hands, his sharp claws tore the collar, and wanted to twist and tear Simon's neck.

I originally thought that I could easily twist and tear Simon's neck, but the sparks rubbed by the claws and neck were just a shallow trace.

Half-magic man No. 42's painful and hideous face was full of disbelief, and his frantic eyeballs rolled violently in his eye sockets: "Impossible, impossible, why can't it be torn apart."

Simon snorted coldly, holding the hilt in his hand, turning it continuously, and the blood spurting even more.

In the belly of No. 42 Demigod, there was Simon's knight's sword. The sword of the knight pierced through No. 42, and the point of the sword came out from behind.

The demigod No. 42 crashed wildly just now, and Simon couldn't avoid it, so he pulled his arm back, and most of the sword body was hidden behind Simon's back. The demigod No. 42 hit his sword at the same time, making him unable to defend, directly throughout his body.

The demigod No. 42 lost his mind and went crazy, so he gave Simon an opportunity to take advantage of it. If his reason was still alive, Simon would never have succeeded so easily.

Bloody water spewed from the mouth of the demigod No. 42, and he took another step forward, opening his **** mouth and biting towards Simon's face.

Simon wouldn't give him any chance, the magic energy exploded, the knight's sword glowed, and he cut and tore outwards with force, just chopped the ribs, cut the flesh and scales, and tore half of his body, causing terrifying wounds.

As if the blood was poured out, it instantly fell to the ground, staining the ground within one meter red.

The demigod No. 42 paused, and the intense pain made his whole body tremble. But even so, the monster is not dead.

Not to mention ordinary people, even if half of the knight's body was torn apart, he died tragically on the spot.

But not only did this guy not die, but a large amount of high-temperature white mist came out of the wound, and his body was still undergoing amazing changes.

Simon wouldn't give him a chance to mutate again, punching him in the chest and knocking him back. Demigod No. 42 waved his hand frantically, a ray of light like a thunder slashed down, and Demigod No. 42's arm fell to the ground.

Without giving the demigod No. 42 a chance, another sword cut off one of his thighs, and the demigod No. 42 hit the ground directly.

Driven by pain and fear, this completely crazy monster is undergoing a mutation, and the white mist is rising continuously. At this moment, he is like a furnace, raising the temperature around him, and the blood under him is also It slowly evaporated under the high temperature, and actually formed a blood mist.

Simon watched his mutation with curiosity on his face. This guy had three mutations in less than two minutes, and the direction of the mutation was roughly the same, which was incredible.

Simon watched the broken hands and feet of the demigod number 42 growing out little by little. The growth rate was very slow, but it was indeed growth.

Simon's eyes widened: "Reborn from a severed limb? I'm going, is it so exaggerated?"

Rebirth from a severed limb is beyond Simon's understanding, and self-healing at high speed is an exaggerated ability. Simon can still accept it, but rebirth from a severed limb is simply unimaginable.

He is also limited to legends and some knightly novels.

If Demigod 42 is really just an experimental body, what does the person who created him want to do, what does he want to create?

At this time, a figure quickly broke into Simon's sight, and the person who came was Roon.

"Xianyu, this guy can't be No. 42, the demigod, right?" Roorne asked in shock as he looked at No. 42, the demigod whose shape had undergone tremendous changes on the ground.

Shadow Ghost couldn't speak, just nodded.

"My dear, is this another mutation? Reborn from a severed limb?" Roone's face changed drastically and became heavy.

"Take him away immediately," Roan said.

Simon stepped forward and kicked the head of the demigod No. 42 with a lot of force.

"Be careful, don't kick him to death, this guy has great research value." Roan said hurriedly.

Simon pursed his lips, grabbed Demigod 42's arm, and dragged him away.

Old Dirk from Strand came back empty-handed: "The ambush was not found, so he ran away."

Stellan frowned, expressionless: "Someone is secretly monitoring Demigod 42, which makes it even more certain that Demigod 42 is indeed an experiment of someone or an organization."

"Simon, have you been caught?"

Simon distracted and said: "Caught, returning."

Stellan's gloomy expression improved.

The demigod number 42 was dragged all the way back to Stellan by Simon.

Seeing the appearance of the demigod No. 42, Stellan's expression was also solemn: "Bring him back to the ninth inning immediately."

"Hurry up, I have to go back to sleep." Simon said.

A group of people got on the carriage and ran towards the inner city at full speed, pushing the demigod No. 42 back to the ninth round. Even if the task of the storm team was completed, they did not show up and returned directly to the outer city.

The old Dirk on the carriage couldn't cough badly. He used magic energy before, and the erosion of his body increased, making him look weaker and older.

"Master, it's not too late, I'll give you acupuncture today." Simon said.

"That's daring."

Back at the base, old Dirk took off his clothes and lay on the bed, with a large dark mark on his back. Moreover, the skin is hard, which is caused by magical energy pollution~lightnovelpub.net~ The hard skin is actually severe necrosis of the skin tissue and has no function.

It is a miracle that such a serious mana pollution can still survive to this day.

In addition to the contamination of magic energy, there are a lot of scars on his body, knife wounds, sword wounds, gunshot wounds, burns, and every wound is the record of old Dirk.

The hardened skin made it difficult for Simon to insert the needle, and it took him an hour to insert the silver needle.

During the acupuncture process, Simon took advantage of the old Dirk's inattentiveness and sucked away the active magic energy in the old Dirk's body, reducing his magic energy pollution.

The stimuli of life magic rejuvenated his aging, almost dead flesh.

After the acupuncture was finished, the old Dirk looked happy, the pain in his body disappeared, and he felt extremely relaxed.

"Consultant Simon, your acupuncture method is amazing. The active magic energy in my body has disappeared, and I can feel my body recover."

"The magician apprentices in the Ninth Bureau also often treat you, but the effect is far worse than yours. A magician is a magician."

"Why don't you pierce me again."

"My life magic energy has been exhausted, and without the cooperation of life magic energy, my acupuncture has a very weak effect on magic energy pollution. I will give you acupuncture after I accumulate life magic energy."

"Thank you so much, Advisor Simon."

Simon waved his hand: "It doesn't matter, it's all a member of a team to be polite."

After Simon finished sterilizing the silver needles, he walked out of the room across the medicine box. The others looked at Old Dirk. Seeing Old Dirk's smiling face, they stepped forward to ask him about his situation.

"Consultant Simon's medical skills are really powerful. Our magic medicine apprentices in the ninth round are completely incomparable. The side effects of the two previous use of magic energy have been completely eliminated, and even a lot better." Old Deke praised without hesitation.