Some people say that there are shortcuts in life, but it depends on your understanding of the end of life. Schliemann's understanding of the end of life is death, and just now, he almost took a shortcut and reached that end early.
When he saw Schliemann's eyes that suddenly turned red and had vertical pupils, he felt a sudden rush in his heart and couldn't stop.
Schliemann, who thought he had found a way to defeat Apton's offensive, swung his heavy sword with all his strength towards the trajectory he had judged when he activated his ability.
However, his body couldn't keep up with his brain, and there was a huge difference between thinking about many things and doing them.
He didn't have the physique that he had been training since he was a child. Not only did he not be able to block Apton's attack this time, but he was hit in the chest.
Although he was protected by a special blade-proof suit, being stabbed by the King's Sword was still too much.
Seeing the captain being stabbed to the deck, Hilpeter in the bridge rushed out like an angry leopard, pulled out his scimitar and slashed at Apton.
Walter appeared out of nowhere, and he didn't even have time to completely pull out the sword from the scabbard, so he directly lifted the scabbard to block Hilpeter's sword.
However, Hillpeter's attack did not stop there. His sword was blocked, and he drew the sword and struck again. Walter, who was overwhelmed by his powerful strength and the opportunity to strike first, never had the chance to pull out the sword from the sheath.
The furious Hill Peter's crazy attacks seemed to clear all the obstacles in front of him, endlessly, until a bright white light appeared next to Walter's neck.
This is Ampton's sword.
It stuck to Walter's neck and stabbed Hilpeter's scimitar, accurately passing through a hollow on the scimitar's guard.
With a slight lift of the sword, Hilpeter's scimitar flew out.
"Hey...calm down, the captain is doing well."
Seeing that Hillpeter was still struggling without his scimitar, Ampton quickly spoke to stop him. Only then did Hillpeter realize that his captain was lying on the ground groaning, mumbling something unknown.
He hurried to Schliemann's side. After a random touch and found that there was no blood, he suddenly thought of something and ran to the side of the ship to look down.
"Oh my knife!"
Walter glanced at his badly cut scabbard. The leather sheath covering the scabbard had been rolled over and damaged. There were several large holes two or three fingers deep on the wooden scabbard. He quickly pulled out the sword and found that There are a few more gaps.
"Fuck..."
He didn't bring a backup weapon, and the injury on the sword would greatly affect his combat effectiveness.
"What kind of monster is this..."
Seeing him muttering, Ampton glanced at the notch on his sword and took a breath.
Walter's sword is not an ordinary sword, it is Wang Wei's sword, a sword made by the blacksmith family specially raised by the Apton family.
"Ouch! Stop howling! I'll make another one for you later!"
Schliemann sat on the deck, holding his chest and reprimanding Hilpeter for his shamelessness.
Hilpeter sighed and said, "I'm very comfortable with this knife. This is great..."
As if coaxing a child, Schliemann walked up to Hillpeter and said, "Okay, I'll ask Ampton to pay you, and I'll make you another one later, even better than this one."
"Captain, you keep your word!"
Hilpeter put down these words, glanced at Ampton with resentment, and walked towards the bridge.
What Ampton cared about most was not the terrifying power of Hillpeter, nor the fact that Schliemann was proficient in making cold weapons, but the clothes that blocked Schliemann's sword.
The Sword of the King is no ordinary sword.
According to the memories passed down by the royal family, this sword was given to the first King Valance by Hyperion. It was a pure sword forged from Hyperion's divine fire.
To say it cuts iron like mud is an understatement.
What the hell is it that can't even be pierced by this sword?
Apton wanted to call Walter to join him, rush forward, hold Schlieman down, and take off the vest-like thing to study carefully.
But he couldn't do that. A piece of clothing, no matter how defensive it was, couldn't help Ampton regain the throne, but the Heart of Glory could.
"I said, great captain...when are you going to tell me about this dress of yours?"
Schliemann waved his hand and touched the ground of his vest with his other hand, a look of pain on his face.
"Let's talk about it later, I may have broken my ribs..."
Ten minutes later, Selu looked at Schliemann lying in the hammock at a loss.
"No, do you really think of me as a doctor?"
"Witchcraft can also be used. Look at how half-dead he looks. Give him a cure quickly."
Apton's tone was very anxious, as if he didn't care how he lived as long as he lived.
"Ah...where is he injured?"
Schliemann heard a few people talking nonsense and sat up angrily. His chest hurt so much that he must have broken a bone.
The impact of the sword thrust out by Apton was no less than that of a bullet.
"Hey, everyone else, get out! Mersin, what are you doing here? Aren't you on duty at the observation deck today!?"
Seeing Selu turning around to leave, Schliemann quickly stopped her.
"Is there any painkiller?"
Selu nodded and said: "I can do it to relieve pain. I'll get it for you now. Those mushrooms have just sprouted buds, so the effect will be less effective, but it should be enough."
Schliemann struggled to take off his black vest, and Apton watched directly as he threw the treasure into the corner.
Schliemann grinned in pain as he pressed the injured area through his shirt.
"The fracture was the fifth rib...
I'm holding my breath, please give me a pat on the back, and I'll see if I can reset the broken ribs..."
"oh."
Ampton looked away and slapped Schliemann on the back.
"Wow, if I'm going to be beaten to death by you, the harder it is, the better. Just keep it at a certain frequency and I'll just use my own strength."
The strength was still great, and Schliemann angrily asked Ampton to go aside and rest.
Selu's shot was perfect. While taking the shot, she asked if she needed to use less force.
After Schliemann determined a certain force, she patted it evenly. Schliemann held his breath, exerted force on his chest, and used even vibrations to try to squeeze the displaced bones back into place.
After a sound of bone friction that only he could hear, Schliemann winced in pain, but his goal was achieved, and the rib was almost in position.
Selu quickly handed over the painkilling potion she made. The smell made Schlieman frown, but there was no time to think so much, and the faint pain never stopped.
The medicine took effect very quickly, and within a few minutes Schliemann seemed to be fine.
"Hey, stop pulling at my vest, you can't understand."
"Why?"
"This is what I brought from that world."
Ampton smiled awkwardly and watched Schliemann put on his shirt and vest, looking like he was fine.
He even complained a little about Selu, the pain relief effect was a bit too much.
"This medicine is really good. When I return to my world, you can make good use of Sailu's talent."
These words made Selu panic.
"No, the medicine is not finished yet. The reason why I didn't leave is that I have to keep an eye on you to see if you will have any poisoning reaction so that I can quickly get the antidote."
"ah?"
