I am God Chapter 184: : A benevolent god?
In a dark laboratory.
Lester wrote in his notes: "My assumption is not wrong, there is no problem."
"It must be possible."
"But this requires extraordinary power. I don't have the blood of wisdom and power. How can I obtain extraordinary power?"
Lester immediately looked at the raised blood-sucking worm in the laboratory.
The magical knowledge in his head immediately provided him with a direction.
And.
There is also the plan and the strength to supply him with this idea.
It seems that the "God of Knowledge" gave him not only knowledge, but also some other things, which made him seem completely different.
How do you say it?
Like a genius.
Mad genius.
Lester looked at the blood-sucking worm with fiery eyes, then lowered his head and continued to write on the note.
"I can sign a spiritual contract with the vampire worm, and then I can use its power."
"It is an extraordinary life, and it can conclude a spiritual contract."
He began to use the knowledge he had obtained from the "God of Knowledge" to design a spiritual contract to be signed with the blood-sucking worm.
The knowledge given to him by the "God of Knowledge" is very powerful and precise. Ordinary spirit world priests may be able to know how to draw spirit world contracts, but most of them just follow the patterns left by the predecessors.
But what the other party gave to Lester, told him the function of every stroke and every pattern of the spiritual contract.
This is the most orthodox priestly lineage.
Derived from the inheritance of the first generation of truth sage Sandean.
In the laboratory, Lester once again drew a spiritual contract.
In use.
At the same time, Lester was constantly digesting the knowledge in his mind.
The blood-sucking worm has no name, and Lester took off a piece of its skin and put it on the spiritual contract.
And he himself dripped a drop of blood on it, and wrote his name in blood.
It was originally just an ordinary pattern, but it immediately showed extraordinary power after the successful drawing, and the power from another world was instilled on it.
In the sky above the ritual array, the shadow of a golden cup appeared.
It is blurry, but exudes a luster like the sun.
Lester stood in front of the pattern, singing loudly.
"I'm Lester."
"I am willing to share a part of my life with you and conclude a symbiotic contract with you."
Contracts appeared on the body of the vampire worm, which immediately sank after emerging from the surface of the body.
But at this point, it's not done yet.
"Gulu."
He directly swallowed the blood-sucking worm into his stomach with a cruel heart, and carried out a symbiosis with him.
The blood-sucking worm pierced into his heart, and then coiled on it, beating with his heartbeat.
And at the same time, he suddenly felt a strong attraction to him.
He looked over and found that it was a blood-red stone the size of a fingernail.
"Life Stone."
He felt the life bloodstone resonating with him, because the blood-sucking worm and its power came from the same blood.
That is the power of life of Sally, the mother of life and the king of Ruhe giant monsters.
Lester is not a powerful person, he is just an ordinary person, but at this moment he possesses a powerful force.
Lester held out his hand.
His hand suddenly softened like noodles, turning into a blood-red paste.
He stretched out his hand, and it turned into blood-red tentacles in an instant.
Take it back.
It is still an ordinary palm.
This feeling is really wonderful.
He is not a powerful person, he is still just an ordinary person, but at this moment he has obtained part of the power of a powerful person through the symbiosis with the blood-sucking worm.
"Witch Doctor?"
"This is the power of witch doctors, I finally have their power too!"
Lester looked at the power in a daze.
For more than ten years, he has been pursuing the power of the witch doctor.
Finally.
He finally got it.
Although it is only a weakened version of the witch doctor's power, Lester has not even figured out how to use it.
But using this power, he can feel the intestinal worms that have multiplied in his wife's body, kill them and take them out, without worrying about his surgery causing his wife another injury.
At least.
There is no problem in sustaining his wife's life temporarily.
Lester was so excited that he ran out of the laboratory and came home.
On the operating table.
His hand was caressing his wife's abdomen, and the bloodshot needles scattered like filaments.
Pierce along the gap of the bone armor, and the wife immediately fell asleep.
When the wife woke up, the bone-deep pain had disappeared.
The wife opened her eyes and saw Lester's ecstatic face.
"Your illness is cured."
The wife also laughed together: "Really?"
She also suddenly discovered that the feeling that tortured her so much that she couldn't sleep and that life was better than death had dissipated.
Leste nodded: "However, your body is too weak."
"You have been sick for too long, and this nasty bug has been damaging your body."
"You wait, wait a little longer."
"My panacea is about to be completed, and then I will definitely give you a completely healthy body, a body that returns to youth."
Although the wife is weak, she looks much more energetic.
"The panacea?"
"Isn't that a wild legend?"
Lester's eyes are full of confidence: "In my hands, it is about to become a reality."
The improvement of his wife gave Leicester great motivation.
Leicester began to carry out the next step of the experiment again, so that the so-called healthiest and perfect three-leaf human form was recorded on the life blood stone.
He immediately looked for the corresponding method in the memory he got from the "God of Knowledge".
"Memory model magic."
Lester immediately found a way.
Derived from the spiritual power activation technique, it is not a powerful divine technique that can characterize an information model on extraordinary power.
It is not uncommon for many workshops to use this method to mass-produce miraculous creations.
But Leicester immediately applied this method to his own experiments.
He has drawn the blood of many Sanye people, and he has also entered the information of various healthy internal organs, organs, and skin into the Stone of Life.
"The more information collected, the more accurate it will be, and the more you can adjust his body to the best state according to different people's physical conditions."
Finally.
The bloodstone of life gradually changed its shape, and two figures hugging each other appeared.
They are a man and a woman.
Like a delicate carving, a tiny work of art.
When it was done, Lester was neither happy nor excited.
But the whole person lost his mind.
Holding the "Universal Panacea" in his hand, he seemed to be looking at the most exquisite work of art, a perfect creation he had spent his entire life carving.
"This is it."
"This is it."
"It's perfect, it's really perfect."
This is according to Lester's idea, it can restore every Sanye person to the healthiest state in an instant, and can treat all diseases in the world.
That is.
The panacea.
On the bed, Lester and his wife looked at each other.
There was some uneasiness in Lester's eyes. Although he had created a panacea, he had confidence in his years of hard work.
However, this is the first time it has been used on living people.
Lester: "Are you ready?"
The wife saw the uneasiness in Lester's eyes: "I believe in you."
Lester took a deep breath and finally calmed down.
He held the "universal panacea" in his hand, and held his wife's hand in one hand.
A blood-red force lifted, spreading from Lester's body towards his wife.
Finally, the void produced a drop of red liquid.
The liquid set off layers of ripples and dripped into Lester's wife's body.
Hum
Lester's wife snorted, and a powerful force directly acted on her body.
Her depleted internal organs, her weakened body, cloudy eyes.
It is constantly being repaired at the moment.
Even.
Lester felt that his wife seemed much younger in an instant.
As the red light dissipated, the wife who could only lie on the bed supported the edge of the bed and stood up little by little.
She exercised her body a few times and found that she was really well.
The wife looked at herself in shock, and then at her husband Lester.
"What the **** is going on?"
"Is it really amazing?"
Lester hugged his wife and leaned happily on her shoulder.
He's been panicking these days, he can't feel the moment of losing her.
"This is what I made for you - a panacea."
Wife patted him on the shoulder: "I have always believed in you and can do what you want to do.
He took his wife out of the house.
When the people outside saw Leicester, they immediately fell into cheers.
"Mr. Lester is out."
"His wife is also well, and Mrs. Lester is well."
Hundreds of people gathered around, everyone looked at Lester with longing and admiration, and some even knelt on the ground to express their gratitude to Lester.
"Holy Hand."
"Holy Hand."
After this plague, Leicester's reputation has reached its peak.
They actually erected a statue to him, like the one that Anjo City once made for Saint Stantito.
On the pedestal under the statue, Leicester's name and deeds are engraved.
Surrounded by a crowd of nobles, Leicester said his speech in front of the statue, and then thanked everyone.
"Thank you all."
"Thank you all."
The name of the Holy Hand has spread throughout the entire Sinnsay.
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Infirmary in Leicester.
A child who was also weakened by the plague infection and was about to die came to seek medical treatment. The mother hugged her child and kept begging Leicester.
"Please save my child."
The doctor at the hospital said to the mother: "There is no other way to deal with this situation. Instead of sending the child to the hospital to suffer, it is better to spend his last days at home with his relatives."
But the mother was still very unwilling, he looked at Lester.
"Holy Hand."
"You are the most powerful doctor, you must have a way, right."
Seeing the child's painful face, Lester also felt extremely uncomfortable.
He once again thought of the "universal panacea" he made.
I thought: "Since I used it once, why can't I use it a second time."
Lester said to his apprentice: "Bring her in."
The apprentice looked at Lester in surprise: "Mr. Lester, this"
In his opinion, this person is completely hopeless.
Even if it is forced to stay, it will only increase the pain for nothing.
However, Lester's "medical skills" far exceeded his imagination.
In just a few days, he has changed from an ordinary person to an existence who holds the power of the "universal panacea".
For the first time in front of people, Leicester showed his power even more magical than witch doctor.
He urged the power of the "universal panacea" with one hand, and held the child's hand with the other.
In a short while, a patient who was previously considered to be dead was revived, and he was exactly the same as other healthy children as soon as he got out of the hospital bed.
"Miracle!"
"This is a miracle!"
The other patients who saw this scene shouted in shock.
This is no longer a medical skill, this is a miracle.
"When did Mr. Lester become so powerful?" The apprentices in the medical institute looked at Lester, all dumbfounded.
"This must be the power of the witch doctor, the power of the witch doctor in the legend." The older doctor immediately remembered the legend about the witch doctor.
It also starts from this moment.
No one died in Leicester's hospital anymore, and the title of the Holy Hand became truly worthy of its name.
Everyone says it.
Lestat learned the power of the witch doctor.
It is also said that Lester has mastered the method of rejuvenating people, because the people he treated are not only cured, but even healthier than before.
This also caused many nobles to go to Leicester and ask Leicester to treat them.
Leicester rejected both as nonsense.
The sun is shining brightly.
Lester bowed his head on the table, holding a pen in one hand.
He looked at the scroll and hesitated, but he still wrote.
"Great witch doctor, my teacher, Mr. Left Hand."
"Forgive me for telling you now, a few years ago"
Lester went to the witch doctor's house, told his teacher about the life bloodstone he had stolen, and asked the teacher how to make the life bloodstone.
He.
Want to create more elixir.
He wants to make doctors another profession with extraordinary power.
He asked people from the business group to deliver the letter, and then returned home.
"It's getting dark."
"Why don't we even turn on the lights?"
But as soon as he opened the door, Lester saw his wife lying motionless on the ground.
He rushed up immediately and helped his wife up anxiously.
It turned out that the wife seemed to be just asleep and had no other problems.
"Hi!"
"What's wrong?"
Lester patted his wife's face, and the wife slowly opened her eyes and woke up.
However, when he woke up, the first sentence made Lester feel cold.
"Who are you?"
"I" Lester choked on his words.
"I am your husband, Lester!"
It took a long time before his wife recognized him and nodded.
"Oh!"
"It's Leicester!"
At first, Lester thought it was just because there were too many patients in the hospital these days, and his wife was too busy and tired.
But then this kind of situation began to appear one after another, each time becoming more serious.
The wife kept forgetting the memories about the past, and began to forget her relatives and friends.
Even, she even forgot where her home is.
She couldn't even leave the house at first, let alone be an assistant to Lester.
At the end.
The wife completely lay on the bed and could not move.
Lester was by the bed, calling his wife's name constantly.
"Hi!"
"Wake up!"
"Wake up!"
He called his wife's name, but nothing happened.
This time.
The "universal panacea" he had placed high hopes on could not save his wife at all, because this time the problem no longer appeared at the physical level, but seemed to appear at another level.
He could only watch helplessly as his wife became an immortal person.
He refused all the guests to take care of his wife, and even left everything in the hospital behind, even the apprentices and doctors were refused by him.
He has been flipping through books in the laboratory, looking for his wife's physical problems.
Or.
When I was looking for my panacea, what went wrong.
However, until the end, he was unable to find the problem.
At the beginning, my wife was awake for half a day.
But even when she woke up, she couldn't remember who Lester was.
Waving its hands towards the sky like a baby, making a sound like babbling.
"Yeah!" The wife turned her head and shouted towards Lester.
The eyes were full of strangeness, as if asking who he was.
However.
But the language of the face-to-face question cannot be uttered.
"Hmm!" Lester didn't know how to respond, but kept nodding his head.
He touched his wife's face, tears streaming from his eyes.
The situation of the wife is getting worse day by day, and it is irreparable.
Until the last moment of her life, the wife suddenly woke up from the state like a living dead.
She was lying on the bed, her empty pupils suddenly lit up.
But she seemed to be unable to see anything, and kept groping around the bed with her hands.
"Lester!"
"Leicester."
Lester was looking at the pile of books in front of the window, when he heard the sound, he turned around immediately.
He threw himself on the bed excitedly, held his wife's hand and looked at him.
"I'm here."
"I'm here."
He was so excited that his whole body was shaking, and he kept talking.
"You finally woke up, you finally woke up."
"Did you know?"
"I have been waiting for you"
Lester was choked up and speechless.
But his wife just looked at him sadly.
He opened his mouth and said, "Is what you made really a panacea?"
Lester was directly hit by this sentence, as if he had been struck by a thunderbolt.
This question.
It's also exactly what he's been skeptical about these days.
After saying this, the wife fell into a deep sleep again, and her empty eyes completely lost their luster.
Then.
Never woke up again.
Two days later, Lester's wife died.
Looking at his wife's cold body, Lester sat on the ground in despair.
"How could this be?"
"What's wrong?"
He stumbled out of the house and wandered the streets like a walking dead. Many people on the streets pointed at him.
Lester has never left the house these days, and he put all his attention on his wife.
He doesn't know yet.
My wife is not the first person to experience this symptom, let alone the first person to die.
Rumors are already everywhere in Cross City, and everyone is secretly talking about Leicester's evil experiment and rumors of the living dead.
All the critically ill patients who were treated by Leicester had problems a little bit after a few months.
They gradually forgot what they used to be, and then turned into a ignorant living dead, and finally they could not eat or move.
Die slowly.
This has to make people wonder what Leicester has done.
Gradually, there were rumors in the city about Leicester experimenting with patients.
Especially recently, he has been missing, which increases this suspicion.
Lester walked to the street in a daze, and suddenly he ran into a person.
A person who is like a walking dead like him, a mother who is distraught.
A mother wanders the streets with a child in her arms.
The moment the mother saw him, she squeezed through the crowd and rushed up like crazy.
As soon as she came up, she blocked Lester's way and asked him repeatedly.
"Did you do it?"
"Did you do it?"
Lester didn't understand anything at first. He looked at the mother blankly, and then recognized that this was the mother of the little girl he rescued with the second panacea.
Then he lowered his head and saw the child.
No.
It was the body of a child.
Obviously, the other party died as well as his wife.
He died in his mother's arms.
The mother grabbed Lester's clothes tightly, and finally knelt on the ground crying and wailing.
"Tell me."
"You tell me."
"My child, why did my child die?"
"She said before she died"
"She said she couldn't see the light, and she said why there was no boat to pick her up."
"She was abandoned by God!"
The mother roared in despair.
"What the **** did you do? What did you do to my child?"
Leicester was completely devastated.
He stood in the middle of the street, screaming with tearing eyes.
"Sorry."
"Sorry."
"I don't want this, and I don't want this."
Lester yelled out the pain he had been holding in his heart these days, his voice full of self-doubt and despair.
"I used power that I shouldn't have used, and I overestimated myself."
"I thought the experiment was successful."
"I thought I made it."
The crowd was in an uproar, and everyone looked at Lester in disbelief.
"No way!"
"Mr Leicester"
"It turns out he was really experimenting."
"He's experimenting with patients?"
"I just said, why does he suddenly have such a powerful power that he can resurrect people from the dying, and even return them to youth."
Overnight, Leicester fell from the clouds.
Become a rat crossing the street that everyone shouted and beat, and even more victims came towards this side.
Lester was in extreme pain.
Amid the accusations of thousands of people, he returned to his home.
He pushed open the door and saw his wife's body lying on the bed.
He fell to the ground and backed away in fear.
"That's not true."
"This is not true, this is all false."
Lester knelt on the ground covering his face and wept.
However, no matter how much you deceive yourself and others, you can't deceive the world, let alone reverse reality.
His wife died, and the patients he revived became the living dead.
Even.
When they died, they didn't even have a boat to pick them up, and they had no way to return to the firmament of the kingdom of God.
At this time, he thought of someone again.
Not true.
It is a self-proclaimed god.
He opened the door of the laboratory, didn't even bother to close the door, and went straight to the basement.
He scribbled the spirit deed ritual array on the ground, and finally drew the names of the supplicant and the supplied on it.
"Hoo!"
A nameless breeze blew, and the ritual array was lit up.
"Quick!"
"Quick!"
"Hurry up."
The activation speed of this ceremony is very fast, but Leicester feels so long.
He was so eager to see each other that he couldn't wait any longer.
The feeling of weightlessness falling from the sky came, and he once again came to an illusory realm.
Standing in this empty world, Lester turned around and saw the huge door.
There is also the figure on the giant gate, the so-called **** of knowledge.
The "God" lowered his gaze, looking at the tiny ant-like existence under the giant gate.
"Witch Doctor Apprentice Lester."
"Why are you back again?"
Lester didn't care about being insane anymore, he stepped forward excitedly and told the other party.
"You tell me."
"Why did I fail? You said you gave me enough knowledge, but I still failed."
"I can't find the reason at all."
The figure on the door told him calmly: "I told you, there has never been any panacea."
"All I give you is the knowledge and power you want."
"As for why it failed?"
"Then you have to ask yourself."
"Why do you think you will be able to succeed from the very beginning?"
The figure on the door lowered its head and looked at him indifferently.
"Mortal."
"You are the one who is arrogant!"
Lester was at a loss and was so flustered that he didn't know what to do.
"Please!"
"Please."
"Tell me, what exactly should I do?"
As if grabbing a life-saving straw, he pleaded bitterly to the "god" on the door.
"If you are really a god, please guide me, a tiny mortal!"
The figure stuck its chin with its hand, looking at Lester boredly.
He didn't feel the same sorrow, pain and despair at all, he just felt that the mortal in front of him was quite interesting, like a clown on the stage, writhing and swaying his body under the teasing of fate.
This is something that a rational and crazy existence like him cannot understand and feel.
"So."
"Mortal, what else do you want?"
"As a god, maybe I can give you a little help.
An idea finally appeared in Lester's mind. He no longer wanted to make any panacea, and now he only wanted to save his wife.
"I want to revive my wife's knowledge."
The figure nodded and said in an extremely relaxed tone.
"This is not difficult for a great god."
"But as a god, there are rules that you must abide by."
Guangchen figure looked at Leicester: "And I"
"It is such a **** who is just and abides by the rules."
"I adhere to the law of equivalent exchange, anyone who wants to get something from me will have to pay a price."
Lester yelled at the giant door: "Any price is fine, I just want my wife."
The figure on the door asked him: "Is everything really okay?"
Tears flowed in Lester's eyes: "Really, anything is possible, merciful God!"
"As long as I have, I will give you all."
The majesty on the figure's face was almost unbearable, and the corners of his mouth opened in a crazy arc.
"Very good."
"Very good."
"Then I will teach you how to resurrect the dead."
The figure stood up and opened its arms.
"Benevolent God."
"Grace will be given to mortals again."
The giant door opened, and endless light flooded Leicester.
Lester looked at the door that opened a little bit, and the light behind the door shone on his face.
Boundless hope bloomed in his pupils.
"Ah!"
"I don't want any panacea, I just want my wife."
He gave up his great ideals and chose another existence.
Behind that door.
It is the answer that he thinks he can redeem himself.
"Boom."
The door slammed shut, but the figure on the door couldn't bear it anymore.
He laughed maniacally, leaning forward and backward with laughter.
The majestic and benevolent image just now is no longer there.
"Good God."
"Ha ha ha ha ha."
He grinned and said in a crazy tone: "I not only want to give you a chance to live again, but also give you the grace of eternal life."
"How?"
"What **** can be more generous than me, can be more generous than me?"
But he suddenly fell into deep thought again, and became suspicious of Lester's panacea.
"What the **** is this?"
"The panacea?"
"The power of this thing is a bit magical, how can such a thing be done?"
"I've never seen it before."
The villain in the bottle immediately remembered something. The memory inherited from Anhofus immediately reminded him of the scene of meeting the witch doctor.
"No."
"Wouldn't this be the power of immortality for witch doctors?"
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Cross City.
South of the city.
The sleeping painter suddenly turned over, as if he was inspired by some existence.
He hurriedly opened the door and came into the studio.
In the dark night, a portrait of a figure in the studio hangs on the wall, leaning against the wall, as if countless eyes are watching him.
It looks a bit eerie.
He flipped through the mountains of paintings in the studio, hastily and impatiently, and threw his own works on the ground like garbage.
Finally.
His eyes froze, staring at a cloth painting with a giant door hidden in the corner like a pilgrimage.
The painter knelt on the ground and kowtowed devoutly to the painting.
"O great God of Knowledge!"
"You finally responded to me.
The so-called "God of Knowledge" delivered oracles to his followers.