Chapter 1100 Injury
Canaan could feel that his life was constantly draining away. But it had no way to remedy it. It could only open its eyes wide and try not to fall asleep.
Once it falls asleep, it may never wake up.
It doesn't want to die, even if there is only a glimmer of hope, it wants to grasp it.
But is there really hope?
In this remote wilderness, at this moment when humans and demons are fighting endlessly, will anyone remember it?
Many shadows flashed through Canaan's mind, and all the things that had affected it in this life slowly emerged like a picture scroll. Its mother suffered discrimination because of itself, but never complained; its father who both wanted revenge and longed to be close to it... the snake-tailed demon who bullied it, Prapa who observed in secret... and the one who brought it out of the mire at the bottom. The shop owner came out.
These shadows are entangled, some disappear into nothingness, some disappear into the darkness, and some are buried deep in the memory.
The only ones who shine are Prapa and the shopkeeper.
Because they were the only ones still in Rasudran, and they were the only ones who might remember themselves and maybe come to save it.
Even Canaan knew in his heart that this possibility was slim.
That plan is about to be implemented, and now that the demons are hiding, who would take the initiative to leave their comfort zone to find discomfort? As for the shop owner, Canaan knew very well that he was not very strong and could not leave the psychedelic cabin at this dangerous time.
So, no one will remember it in the end.
Canaan still didn't give up. Even though its whole body was twitching with severe pain, it didn't want to give up on itself.
It wants to live, even if it is destined to fall into darkness, as long as it can take one more look at the world, that is enough.
Canaan opened his eyes, watching the flames floating in the sky, looking at the ice floes floating in the sky in the distance, quietly waiting for the last moment to arrive... But at this moment, Canaan heard a buzzing sound.
Just around the corner.
Canaan's heart moved. Does the buzzing sound mean there is life around him? It turned its head as much as possible, with a pleading expression on its face. No matter if it was a human or a demon, as long as it could be saved, as long as it could be saved...
Canaan turned his head and saw the source of the buzzing sound, but he looked disappointed.
It was just a metal ball flying in the air.
It didn't know what the metal ball was for, but it obviously couldn't save itself. But Canaan thought about it and realized that this metal ball might be the last variable that appeared here. No matter what, it wanted to try it.
Thinking of this, Canaan opened his mouth full of the smell of blood and said in a voice that sounded almost like a mosquito:
"Save me."
…
Do you want to save Canaan?
Angel actually hesitated for a moment. After all, Canaan is a demon and has a different path from humans.
Moreover, Canaan’s will to survive is amazing. This kind of tenacious perseverance, coupled with its powerful ocean demon bloodline, has great talents and potential. If it does not die, it will definitely grow into a powerful demon in the future.
Angel had already felt a little guilty because she had become so powerful before. If he saved Canaan again, it would be equivalent to creating another powerful opponent for the future of mankind.
Angel hesitated for a long time, but finally decided to save it.
Not only did Canaan take the initiative to ask him for help, but he also felt that his previous thoughts were too overestimating himself.
The strength of demons is holistic, and so are humans; demons will progress, and so will humans. The strength of an individual cannot affect the overall situation unless it reaches the level of the devil.
What's more, Canaan was also very dedicated when he worked at the Psychedelic Cabin. If it weren't for Canaan's help, Angel wouldn't have been able to collect the money to purchase the materials so quickly. Based on this alone, Angel will go to save Canaan.
"Save me..." Canaan first said this in demonic language. Later, the demonic language in its mouth became the common language of humans. No matter who it was, it would be willing to ask for help from the enemy.
After a long time, the metal ball showed no reaction.
Just when Canaan was about to despair, the metal ball suddenly moved.
It swayed up and down in the air. At first Canaan didn't understand its meaning, but later he discovered that the metal ball seemed to be writing words out of thin air by "moving".
- Keep at it.
Although the "devil writing" written on the metal ball was a bit awkward, Canaan could still understand it.
"It...keeps me going?" So does it mean to save me? Canaan's eyes suddenly burst with hope, but soon, Canaan's bright eyes slowly dimmed again. This metal ball has been stopping in mid-air. Can it really save him?
——Canaan.
At this time, the metal ball moved again. What made it a little surprised was that the metal ball wrote its own name out of thin air.
Canaan was a little confused. Does the metal ball know who it is?
In fact, many people in Rasudran know its name. But at this time, the metal ball wrote its own name, seeming to tell it: I know your name, and I will come to save you.
Canaan's heart, which had sunk to the bottom, slowly rose again at this moment.
After the metal ball wrote its name in the air, it stopped moving. After a while, when Canaan thought that his previous understanding was wrong and that all this was actually made up by his own mind, another buzzing sound suddenly came from the distance.
Canaan was stunned and turned his head to look.
But in the sky not far away, a new metal ball flew over.
However, this metal ball does not come alone. There is also a small bag attached to its round body.
The metal ball with the pocket slowly descended in front of Canaan. As soon as the pocket was untied, a small light blue bottle rolled out and landed on it.
Canaan stretched out his hand with difficulty and picked up the bottle. He had vaguely seen words on the bottle.
Sure enough, there was a small label affixed to the bottle, with the common language of humanity at the top. Canaan carefully identified it, and it seemed that it said "water of life." Under the label, it was obviously newly written. The ink was still wet, and there was a row of extremely clumsy-looking devilish words written on it: Pour on the wound.
It had made many guesses before, who would this metal ball belong to, and did the other party really want to save itself? When it saw the font on the label, it dawned on Canaan.
This clumsy demonic writing is exactly the same as the writing on the sign of the psychedelic cabin.
This is made by the owner.
Canaan's hands were shaking a little, and his eyes were covered with a thin layer of water.
At least there are people in Rasudran who remember it.
Canaan lowered his eyebrows, suppressed his excitement, and whispered thank you.
…
Half an hour later, while Angel was still searching for human traces through the detection puppet, footsteps came from outside the Domain of Wind.
The footsteps were hollow and staggering.
Angel turned back and glanced at Fafnir, who was drinking and eating meat. Fafnir also looked outside the realm of wind. When she saw the figure outside clearly, she said nothing and waved her hand casually. .
A gap appeared in the realm of wind.
From the gap, you can clearly see the thick smoke outside that almost blocks the sky.
In the billowing smoke, a figure stumbled in. As the figure entered the courtyard, the gap in the Wind Domain was sealed again.
As soon as the visitor entered the yard, he leaned against the big tree and kept panting. After a while, he calmed down his breathing, then he raised his head and said, "Lord Fafnir, the owner... I'm back."
"If you run out at this time, you are asking for trouble." Fafnir glanced at the wounds on the visitor's chest and abdomen and sneered.
Angel greeted him with a smile: "Is your injury feeling better?"
The visitor was none other than Canaan. After being treated with the water of life, its wounds had slowly begun to heal, but a complete recovery would require a long period of rest.
"Much better." Canaan nodded: "Thank you shopkeeper for the medicine, otherwise I would have died outside."
"If you don't have the will to survive, you won't be able to persist until the detection puppet appears."
Angel's answer also indirectly admitted that he was the one who delivered the medicine. This moved Canaan even more. For it, without Angel's help, it might really be hopeless.
Canaan didn't know how to express the gratitude in his heart, so he could only say thank you repeatedly.
"There's no need to say thank you. Just treat it as an employee benefit before leaving." Angel said nonchalantly: "Just bear with it, I'll check your wound for you."
Angel squatted down to check Canaan's injury. From the perspective of examining the puppet, he vaguely felt that its injury was a penetrating injury. Now that he saw it, it was indeed the case.
The injury is already recovering, but this can at most guarantee that Canaan will not die. To fully heal, Canaan still needs to find a way.
Of course, Angel also has medicine that can instantly restore Canaan's injuries. For example, the life-saving water given to him by Granny Iron Armor has this effect. However, Angel himself was in short supply of this precious potion.
What's more, with the devil's body, as long as Canaan doesn't commit suicide, recovery will be a matter of time.
After checking the injuries, Angel had some doubts on his face. There really were no other injuries on Canaan's body, just a penetrating wound... Before, he had speculated whether Canaan had fought with others, but now it seemed that he didn't. Not so.
"How did you get this injury?" Angel asked curiously.
Canaan fell into silence, looking a little gloomy, as if he didn't want to say anything.
Angel didn't want to impose anything on others and was prepared to ignore this issue. But at this moment, Canaan, who had been silent for a long time, said softly:
"It was caused by being penetrated by Nitotipu's tentacles."
Nitotipu? Angel looked confused, who is this?
"Nitotip is one of the seven seats in the Void Tower." The speaker was Fafnir. She was eating and said casually: "In fact, she is an octopus. Speaking of which, I have always wanted to What would it taste like if you tried its tentacles?"
When Fafnir said this, he cut a small piece of Mozi meat with a silver knife, took out a fork and put it in his mouth. His pink tongue licked his lips, looking quite intimidating.
Angel was stunned for a moment before he realized that if Nitotipu could be ranked in the seventh seat of the Void Tower, he must be the great demon standing at the top of the Rasudran Pyramid.
Since Fafnir said that it was an octopus, Angel remembered that among the demons that flew out of the void tower before, one seemed to fit Fafnir's description very well.