"Hey, Roland."
"Roland, why are you in a daze!"
"Uncle, come and save her!"
Two voices rang out alternately, pulling Roland back to reality. He blinked, and the light pillar and snowflakes disappeared without a trace. The messy bridge once again came into view.
Zero and Valkries were cleaning up the ruins, and from their expressions, it seemed like the incident was not over yet.
That's right — he suddenly remembered that the person who made him feel strange on the phone was the Association's genius martial artist, Fei Yuhan. But where was she now?
Could it be that Zero's "save" was referring to —
Roland's expression immediately froze.
His thoughts finally returned to the right track.
He temporarily threw the scene he saw to the back of his mind and rushed to the two's side. He could not help but gasp!
He saw a badly mutilated woman lying in a shallow pit that had been smashed by a heavy object. Her limbs, except for her left arm, were almost completely crushed. Broken bones and blood clots were mixed together, and she was already out of shape. Her body was covered in cuts and bruises, and her clothes were almost completely soaked in blood. Her spine was twisted into an abrupt curve, and even half of her skin was exposed.
Even on the battlefield, this was a scene that no one could bear to see.
And from the side of her face, this person was Fei Yuhan.
She still had a trace of breath left, but it was only a trace.
"How could this be …"
Roland squatted down, not knowing what to do for a moment. First aid? Even if there was a bandage, it would not be able to wrap the bleeding organs back to their original positions. There was no need to mention stopping the bleeding. There was not a single part of her body that was intact, and her internal functions had collapsed. She was completely relying on the Force of Nature to maintain her spirit.
But this bit of strength was like a candle burning to the end, and there was not much left.
In fact, to maintain consciousness in such a situation required an extremely strong will, and even among martial artists, only a few could do this.
"Master became like this because she was protecting me …" Zero was sobbing uncontrollably.
"She's about to die." Valkries had noticed this as well. "Even if a Great Dark Lord is gravely injured, the Red Mist Pond will only slow him down for a moment. Besides, the medical skills in this world were far inferior to those in the Red Mist Pond. Even if she had abundant magic power, she could not reverse the process. As a soldier, she persisted until the end. "
"You've finally … come." As if hearing their voices, Fei Yuhan opened her eyes slightly. "Should I call you … Lord God?"
Her tone was somewhat humorous, and her expression was completely unlike that of a person in a desperate situation.
"You …" Roland couldn't help but be stunned.
"Sorry … I eavesdropped on your conversation." She winked at Valkries, which was the only thing she could do. "But if I could do it again, I would still... do it. Zero... is she all right? "
These few words seemed to have exhausted most of her strength. Only by holding her breath could she hear her whispers.
"Master, I'm … fine …" Zero whimpered.
"Then this world … is still in good condition, right?" Fei Yuhan exhaled lightly. "This way, I can be considered to have done my part in protecting it."
"So you know that this world is just a dream —" Valkries frowned.
"Perhaps to you, there are many worlds, but to me … this is the only one. And protecting this world is the duty of a martial artist. " She paused for a moment. "I say … Lord God, since you created it, shouldn't you trust everyone a little more?"
"Trust … everyone?"
"I know it sounds … unbelievable, but as long as you produce proof, the higher-ups of the Association … won't be so stubborn. We can't do much, but it's not completely useless … Even if we can't defeat the Oracle, we can at least help you share some of the pressure. This way … saving the world will be easier, right? "
Gather everyone's strength —
An idea suddenly flashed through Roland's mind.
That's right, he was the creator of this world.
But he was not an omnipotent god.
There were some things he could not do.
But others can.
By combining everyone's strength, they might be able to achieve some seemingly impossible miracles.
"The last thing I want to say is … thank you." Fei Yuhan's voice was already as thin as gossamer. "Thank you for creating it, even if it's just a dream —"
"No, the world is not a dream," Roland interrupted. "It exists in the Realm of Mind and will continue to exist."
"I knew … you would say that." Fei Yuhan closed her eyes and revealed a satisfied smile.
"Also, I think that even if there is evidence, it's too unconvincing for one person to claim to be the God of Creation. But if you add in a genius martial artist, perhaps the effect will be very different. "
She moved her lips. "Are you … comforting me? "
"This is not comfort, but the assertion of the Creator." Roland stood up and said, "Listen, now is not the time to give up! Since you mentioned trust, then please believe me, this situation is far from irreversible! "
"Because I am a god —"
The dream was interrupted, and Roland suddenly sat up from the recliner.
It was still afternoon, and snowflakes were floating outside the window. Nightingale, who was guarding the office, immediately appeared in front of him and asked worriedly, "Why are you awake so soon? Are you feeling unwell? "
This was the first time he had entered the Dream World after being unconscious for two days. According to his usual habits, he would usually sleep from one to four in the afternoon, but now was clearly not the time.
"Don't worry, I'm fine." Roland said solemnly, "Inform Scroll and Honey to come to the castle immediately, I have an important task to arrange."
Nightingale carefully checked his body temperature and pulse, and after confirming that there were no problems, she nodded and said, "I understand."
After waiting for her to enter the Mist, Roland returned to his desk and laid out a pen and paper to plan.
To save Fei Yuhan's life, the two worlds had to work together to rescue her.
Once he left the Dream World, time would stop, and this would undoubtedly give him an extremely crucial opportunity to rescue her. Even if he only had one breath left, if he did not enter the Dream World again, this breath would not end.
The core of resurrection lay in Nana's new ability — enchanted objects with healing powers. As long as he used a sufficient amount at once, he could prevent the collapse of her body's functions.
Next was Scroll's domain — he was unable to "bring" things into the Dream World, but the small Archive could. Considering that the witches' abilities could be accepted and displayed in the Dream World, the enchanted objects should be able to smoothly reach the Realm of Mind.
Of course, just these two were not enough.
First, he needed to send these life-saving healing items from the Archive to the highway bridge in the shortest time possible.
Secondly, the enchanted sutures and gauze could only pull Fei Yuhan back from the brink of death. To treat injuries such as bone fractures, he needed more professional equipment and tools, which undoubtedly required the assistance of a professional doctor.
Only by gathering everyone's strength could he create this miracle.
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