Chapter 288 – Injury
Injury
Under the pressure of the space tearing, the sounds of bones cracking were constantly produced from Leylin’s body, and fresh blood spurted out like a stream.
[Alert! Alert! Host body is currently in critical condition! Estimated time until cells completely fall apart from the pull of space: 8 seconds!]
The A.I. Chip projected a paragraph of red words in front of Leylin’s eyes.
"This is happening even with the sturdiness of my body! What method did ancient Magi use to deal with the power of space?"
Leylin’s expression suddenly turned sinister, his veins all popping out and his eyes turning red.
Just as the A.I. Chip counted down to the last second, the silver rays of light dissipated to reveal a pitch-black cave.
Leylin’s mind jolted and he rushed towards the cave.
*Bo!* As if penetrating a shapeless water membrane, Leylin arrived in a physical world, and the immense pressure from space vanished.
"That was close!" It was all a blur in front of Leylin’s eyes. With all his strength, he drew a red line and destroyed the runel on the spell formation beneath his feet, and went into a dead faint.
*Drip! Drip!*
The stalactite above him in the cave constantly dripped light red droplets that fell on the ground, producing a rhythmic sound.
Leylin’s eyelids flickered and he opened his eves.
"Ugh!" He held onto his forehead, feeling the pain that was all over his body.
"A.I. Chip! Check my current stats!"
Leylin immediately spoke inside.
[Leylin Farlier. Rank 2 Warlock, Bloodline: Giant Kemoyin Serpent. Strength: 15 (21.1), Agility: 4 (14.4), Vitality: 19 (27.9), Spiritual force: 0.01 (104.3), Magic power: 0 (104) (Magic power is in synchronisation with spiritual force). Status: Serious injuries all over body, exhaustion of spiritual force!]
The A.I. Chip quickly intoned. At the sight of his condition, Leylin could only force a wry smile.
As he had underestimated the dangers of spatial teleportation, he had not made enough preparations. This trip through the spatial passageway had almost cost him his life.
Not only had his overall stats decreased, even his spiritual force had been nearly completely exhausted.
This state would probably spell the end for regular Magi. However, Leylin had a shocking vitality, and was even able to maintain his consciousness.
"I really got seriously hurt! Alric, I will return one day…"
A cold glint appeared in Leylin’s eyes, and he shifted his gaze to his waist.
Seeing that the black leather pouch was still there, a look of relief appeared on his face.
This spatial leather pouch was a high-grade magic artifact. Though it did not have any offensive powers, its own defence was extremely startling, and with the spatial runes on the surface protecting it, it was not the least bit damaged
Thankfully this was the case, if not all of Leylin’s assets would have vanished into thin air.
"Any regular Magus lucky enough to survive my injuries would also require a large amount of time to restore their strength. Their strength might even go down a rank from the injuries!"
Leylin checked the state of his body. Though there were serious injuries all around, he could feel a cold stream of air full of life and vigour being sent out from his heart. With his blood being pumped to all parts of his body, the stream of air within began to help heal his injuries. Though this process was very slow, the good thing was that this was a continuous process.
"The regenerative abilities of a warlock’s bloodline are this powerful!" A hint of joy was seen in Leylin’s eyes, "With the potions that I currently possess, I can even further increase the speed of my healing…"
With this thought, he expended a great deal of effort to raise the only limb that he could move, his right arm, and took out a red healing potion from the pouch. He used his teeth to remove the cork and, began to drink in huge gulps.
*Rumble!* A pink layer of light encompassed Leylin.