Chapter 737 Molecular Regeneration

"This thing can greatly relieve her pain in the stage one hour ago."

"What a good thing. The archbishop was able to endure it for an hour and a half thanks to it. Unfortunately, after an hour, the pain was so subtle that it reached the nanometer level, and no medicine was useful."

"There are still forty minutes, and another hundred milliliters will be injected in twenty minutes."

"Well, she is only nine years old. She will die if she is overdosed."

"Her body is different from that of ordinary people and is much stronger than it looks. Even if something happens, as long as she can hold on for an hour, she can gain the self-healing ability of cell regeneration level. Every cell in the body can recover with emotions. For such a person, it can be said that all irreparable injuries recognized by medicine will no longer exist."

The bishops looked at Helen, who was rolling in pain on the lotus platform, talking to each other, and paying attention to the time from time to time.

In response, Mo Qiong really seemed to curse: Dogecoin, I don't need it!

Although injecting this thing to relieve pain is indeed helpful, Mo Qiong can still hold on even if it does not relieve the pain.

On the contrary, this thing will seriously damage her body. The continuous injection of analgesics and the highly toxic solutions have caused serious damage to Mo Qiong's nerve center.

This kind of damage is irreparable.

If he hadn't heard that the fusion of lotus seeds can achieve cell regeneration level self-healing in one hour, which is enough to repair this kind of damage, Mo Qiong would definitely find a way to refuse.

Mo Qiong sneered secretly. In their eyes, Helen's success in surviving an hour requires some luck. If she fails to persist for an hour and leaves a sequelae, these people don't care, just regard it as the price of gaining strength.

"According to them, the longer you persist, the stronger the self-healing ability you will gain after the end."

"I might as well persist to the end, no matter what the price is, anyway, it has been paid."

"Let's see how much I can endure."

Mo Qiong curled up, clenched his fists, clenched his teeth, and endured it.

Time unknowingly approached an hour.

"Helen, don't give up, it's almost there, I'll give you another injection!"

Mo Qiong was so angry that he kept humming, and the other party just thought she was groaning in pain.

"Damn, this is an overdose!"

Mo Qiong's body was twitching wildly. This was not caused by pain, but by the overdose of the drug.

At this point, the drug's suppression of pain was no longer obvious, but the chemical effect on the body was not small at all.

Mo Qiong couldn't help vomiting, her whole body was hot, but she felt very cold, cold to the bone marrow.

The internal organs were in a mess, making her vomit non-stop, and her body was almost out of control.

Mo Qiong had to endure the inexplicable feeling of severe pain in all cells of the body, and now there were many reactions to the overdose of solution. The two phases were superimposed, and it was actually only a little better than not injecting.

But if it were an ordinary person, I'm afraid that even if it could be relieved a little bit at this time, it would be a thousand times willing.

"One hour! Well done! Helen, you succeeded! Hahaha!"

When the time was up, the bishops celebrated.

Although the self-healing ability would be stronger if you persisted for a moment longer, but one hour was a watershed.

According to the past experience of the Gaia Church, as long as the one-hour barrier is passed, the self-healing characteristics will be subtle to the cellular level, and any cell in the body can regenerate and repair itself.

If it is less than an hour, even if it is only fifty-nine minutes, the self-healing characteristics are only at the level of flesh and blood regeneration. If some bone marrow cells, nerve cells, small lymphocytes and egg cells that cannot be regenerated are missing, they cannot be repaired. It is also impossible to fight cancer cells and cure leukemia.

Strictly speaking, two different characteristics are obtained after one hour and one hour.

"You can stop, Helen!" The bishop said happily.

However, Mo Qiong ignored him, and endured the sudden surge of pain on his own, insisting on not giving up.

"Huh? Can you still bear it? Good, good, good! It's good to hold on for one more minute!" The bishop was even more delighted.

Mo Qiong panted heavily, and it must be said that the pain level soared in the last minute of the hour.

If the fifty-eight minutes was still the pain that human hormones could reach, then the fifty-nine minutes entered a new kind of pain that normal people could not imagine at all.

And after crossing the one-hour watershed, the speed of the pain increase is getting faster and faster, and more and more detailed.

It is so detailed that Mo Qiong feels that every organic compound in his body is stinging!

Of course, organic compounds cannot have any nerve sensor with Mo Qiong, so this kind of pain is completely unreasonable and acts on consciousness.

No wonder at this point, no medicine can provide any relief.

A person can inexplicably feel that every organic compound in the body is in pain, and this pain is a hundred times more than childbirth. This torture is enough to break a determined heart.

But Mo Qiong still persisted.

"Super-limit pain, this is what many brothers have experienced, super-limit pain..."

Mo Qiong can not only endure it, he can even stay awake.

Super-limit pain is pain beyond human imagination, which cannot be achieved by any chemical or physical simulation.

In other words, the greatest torture created in past training is far less than the one he is bearing at this moment.

It surpasses the maximum pain that hormones can achieve, it surpasses the maximum pain that mental force sensing can inflict, and it also surpasses the maximum pain that virtual machines can create for neural input.

The highest score for willpower training on the Extreme Island is not the limit. Many members have actually exceeded the full score.

Just as Wu Yunmo's belief in the shelter business has been firmly beyond the vast majority of members. Even Catherine, who is also an omega, is far inferior.

As for Gou Ye, it is even more beyond the scope to be terrifying, and is ten thousand times more determined than Wu Yunmo! It can be called the existence of the ceiling of will.

Mo Qiong admits that he is not as good as Gou Ye, Wu Yunmo and others, but he does not want to lose to the Archbishop of the Gaia Church.

In the past and in the present, he has also realized a lot of beyond-boundary pain, the desperate space of white cloth ghosts experienced by Lin Guang, and the soul torment that the immortals of all generations are still enduring today, and will not stop until the end of time.

These are all beyond-boundary pain. In comparison, what Mo Qiong is facing at this moment is the kind that can be given up at any time, which is already extremely happy.

The first two are enough to destroy the most determined human consciousness, and no matter what kind of self-proclaimed lofty beliefs a person has, he will be defeated by the pain beyond imagination.

Mo Qiong knows that any persistence has its limits. Lin Guang is an example. Under the pain beyond the limit, he even hates the career he has fought for all his life, and even everything in the world.

Those who have not experienced it are not qualified to judge Lin Guang's choice.

And now, Mo Qiong has also experienced it. He wants to know how far he can persist.

Three hours later...

The bishops of the Gaia Church were dumbfounded.

The highest record holder in history is one of the contemporary archbishops, Kweido, the owner of Gaia's Ark. One hour and thirty-five minutes.

Good guy, this record was broken by a nine-year-old girl. Mother Goddess, she actually persisted for three hours!

Judging from the faster and faster the pain increases, the pain endured in these three hours is not as simple as twice that of Kweido.

"Helen... is worthy of being the most devout pastor. She truly regards this as a test from the Mother Goddess. I'm afraid that in the pain, she has become more and more devout..."

After an hour and a half, the bishops began to call her, but Mo Qiong ignored them.

From then on, the bishops realized how devout this girl was. In their opinion, Helen was the kind of believer who would become more devout in the "suffering".

Faith makes her fearless and strong.

When Mo Qiong persisted for more than two hours, he began to wail and roar wildly, like a hysterical monster, not like a human being.

Now for three hours, even the wail is silent, the eyes are bleeding, the mouth is unconsciously wide, and the breathing cannot be connected.

"Give her oxygen!" Noticing that she was having difficulty breathing, everyone immediately brought the life support device to her.

After all, she has not given up yet, so she is not considered to have completed the fusion, and has no self-healing characteristics. The overdose of drugs that were previously injected has more and more side effects at this moment.

"God, she is still holding on..."

"She is more pious than anyone else, and has an extremely pure heart."

The bishops could not help but feel ashamed. Citizens are actually tools of the Gaia Church. In the eyes of citizens, priests are more pious than them, and bishops are definitely more pious than priests. As for the archbishop, he is naturally the most pious believer.

But they know very well that the level of priests is the most pious. When it comes to bishops, they have regressed. As for the archbishop, there is no citizen who believes in the Mother God more than citizens.

At the beginning, Cowell relied on drugs and willpower to hold on for an hour and a half.

They don't think Helen has that kind of steel will, so only a saint's pure heart can hold on until now.

Three hours and fifty-nine minutes. The pain suddenly soared, as if it increased a million times in an instant.

Every atom in the body! Every atom is blooming with unimaginable terrible pain.

He can clearly feel that there are 700 trillion atoms in the body, and each atom is a million times the pain of the previous molecular level.

This sudden increase instantly overwhelmed Mo Qiong's mind, and he suddenly chose to give up without realizing it.

He didn't want to hold on for a second, no matter what it was, just end it.

"..."

He lay on the lotus platform in a daze, the strange pain disappeared, replaced by a powerful healing.

The collapsed nerves, the muscles and ligaments torn by his own excessive force, the brain and internal organs destroyed by the drug reaction, were all regenerating and reorganizing rapidly, returning to a healthy state.

At the same time, he could also feel that some emotions were obviously being consumed, making him depressed.

"Good boy, you persisted for three hours and fifty-nine minutes! God... You are so great! As long as you are still happy, I am afraid you will not die even if you are crushed!" The bishops said in surprise.

Mo Qiong smiled bitterly. Looking back at this moment, at two hours and fifty-nine, the pain was so subtle that every molecule was in pain.

The pain that surged at three hours and fifty-nine minutes reached the level of seven hundred trillion atoms in pain, which means that four hours will cross another watershed.

As expected, it was the regeneration property at the atomic level.

Unfortunately, he collapsed after feeling it for a second.

His fragile human mind was not worth mentioning at that moment, like an ant in front of a tsunami, being easily washed away.

Failed to cross the four-hour threshold.

Gradually, Mo Qiong came back to his senses and began to adjust his emotions, and then paid attention to what the bishops said.

"Happiness? Was it happiness that was consumed before?"

Mo Qiong thought that it was no wonder that he was a little depressed. He tried to think of something happy, and suddenly his face smiled foolishly.

"I can still be happy, so it's just that this emotion is accumulated as energy as the price of self-healing?"

"So happiness is the source of my life?"

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P.S.: Sorry.