The knight king of the otherworldly moon

"It's really nice to like Lucifer."

Joan of Arc took the note from Lucifer's hand and clasped it tightly in her arms.

"Let's go!"

no.267 Nurse's Nightmare

In the medical room of the temporary camp, a nurse with red coat and white hair is trying to save the life in front of her.

She used all her knowledge and means to bring people back from the brink of blood-sucking.

But during this period of time, there has been insufficient manpower, insufficient knowledge, insufficient intelligence, and insufficient medicines.

These...all bound her.

For the past two days, she has watched dozens of wounded beheaded to death, and there may be dozens, even hundreds of others.

She can't accept this fact.

And now, the situation is getting more and more dangerous, and in many cases she can only decide who lives and who dies.

Because the number of infected people is too large to save them all, a choice must be made at this time.

And the one who chose was her, Nightingale.

At this dangerous moment, many doctors chose to back down, but she took the initiative to stand up.

She became one of the few medical staff here. There were originally a dozen people who came with her, but after a few of them were recruited, others also chose to retreat.

Now there is only her left in the medical staff here, if it wasn't for the knights brought by Lucifer who were familiar with healing magic, she might really have to fight alone.

As soon as Lucifer entered the hall, he saw Nightingale beside a male patient who was almost completely blood-sucking, doing his last effort.

"One more, one more, I can save one more, and one more..."

Nanding's mouth kept murmuring, and her expression was a little desperate.

Because she also understands that she may not be able to save the person in front of her, and may cause this man to be pulled outside, and then be beheaded and cremated.

As a nurse who studies medicine and is determined to save people, this result is undoubtedly a denial of her beliefs.

However, many times, the truth is... so cruel.

Her efforts were ineffective, and the patient's eyes quickly turned red and his body became strong after being fastened by ropes on the hospital bed.

He struggled, trying to break free from the hold of the rope.

At this time, he no longer had the expression of pleading before, but roared wildly at Nanding with his fangs.

His right hand had grown claws and pulled the rope hard, and just as he was about to break free, a layer of crystals quickly blocked it.

At the door, Lucifer put down his arm whose magic power had not yet disappeared, and came to Nanding's side.

"Someone! Take this out too, according to the previous regulations, let him die as a man before he becomes a monster completely."

Lucifer gave orders to the knights guarding this place.

"As ordered!"

The two knights walked in quickly.

They were going to take the patient out and send him on his final journey.

Yes, as Lucifer said, at least let him die as a person, not a monster.

That way, his family might still get a pension if they turn into monsters and attack people.

Then the money is gone.

It is because of this policy that many patients are willing to stay, even if they understand that they may be waiting to die.

On the one hand, they may be saved by coming here, on the other hand, even if they are not saved, they can still leave a legacy for their families.

When the knights lifted the crystal, Nanding stood up immediately.

"Wait...! Please stop, I can save I can save him! Stop!"

She stood in front of the knights, her dark-rimmed eyes filled with tears.

Lucifer pulled her directly over and gestured to open with his eyes.

After the knights bypassed the two of them, Lucy spoke calmly.

"He is dead."

"No, he's still alive, I..."

Nanding's expression, at this time, revealed despair in anxiety.

Lucifer grabbed her chin directly, made her face him, and said in a colder voice.

"Sober up, Nurse Nandin! He's dead.

Lose his mind, forget the past, and become a monster with only appetite.

You can't save him now, but you can save other people here."

At this time, there is not only the patient here, but also other people, some of whom have been suppressed, and some are still getting worse.

time does not wait.

"No, I can save him."

Nightingale's expression collapsed.

She may not want to see it anymore, the patients are being killed in front of her eyes, but she can't do anything about it.

You must also decide with your own hands who will die.

This was not her ideal, she wanted to save people, not to kill people, let alone to see someone die because of herself.

"If you want to save them, you must always have the awareness that you can kill them with your own hands, if you can't even do that.

You end up being one of them."

Lucifer told an incomparably cold fact in a cold tone.

His words made Joan on the side subconsciously clench the note in her hand, Joan looked at Lucifer with some distress, and she was full of self-blame.

What a heavy realization this simple sentence contains.

In an instant, Joan of Arc put away the sentimentality in her heart, and her heart has never been clearer.

She wants to be the one... who can warm Lucifer's heart.

"What if I become one of them, if this saves more lives, I..."

Nanding was on the verge of collapse, and her words barely crossed the brain.

However, at this time, she was plunged into the abyss by Lucifer's next words.

"A person who can't even save himself has no right to say that he can save others."

Lucifer's words hit Nanding's heart like a hammer.

"..."

Yes, how can a person who can't save himself can save others? "Nightingale, look at the others here.

It is because of you that they can hope to continue to wait and believe that they can be healed.

Your courage is their way forward now, and if you fall, many more will be in the dark forever."

Lucifer let go... Nightingale, he motioned for her to look around the patients.

"I......"

Nanting looked around, looking at the expectant eyes in the patients' eyes, their eyes were very complicated.

She always thought that she was not...mature enough, not doing well enough.

She lived up to everyone's expectations, but she never thought that it was precisely because of her hard work that she gave hope to the patients around her to support them.

"You've worked really hard, really, really hard to save them.

It is not you who kills, the one who orders is me, the one who executes it is also me, and the one who becomes the executioner is also me.

You are saving them, believe it, think about your ideals, and think about what you should be doing now.

What do I have to do"

Facing the problem of Lucifer, Nanding at this moment finally came out of the collapse just now.

She looked at Lucifer blankly and asked.

"Can I really do it like this."

"I believe you can do it."

Lucifer said this.

Then, Joan of Arc on the side also immediately agreed.

"I believe in you too!"

After a while, other people here also said this sentence at the same time.

"We believe in you too!"

"..."

In the face of many believing eyes, Nanding finally decided to clean up his mood.

She wiped away her tears and wanted to keep fighting.

no.268 Missionaries do things (please ask for tickets, ask for custom)

Lucifer looked at the head nurse's back with a relieved expression on his face.

He took Lockhard to another room, ready to start his own battle.

"King, this subordinate is incompetent."

Lockhard kneeled in front of Lucifer with a face of self-reproach.

"No need to say more, get up.

It's not your fault this time, and I forgive you."

"Thank you for your kindness."

"Lockhard, you have seen what happened just now.

We're late, we don't have much time, no, we should say how much time is left..., even I'm not sure.

Now, tell me what happened after you came here, as long as it was different from the royal city or before the expedition."

Lucifer quickly asked the current key.

Lockhard pondered for a moment, and had an answer in his mind.

"Probably only one.

I had the same nightmare for two consecutive days yesterday, in which I was killed by a huge white monster.

After that, I felt more and more strange about my body..."

Now, Lucifer understood.

The source of blood-sucking is definitely related to dreams, but the ability to affect reality just through dreams is very tricky to think about.

"It really is a dream again.

Step back first and get Percival."

Lucifer didn't ask any further, and immediately asked him to come to the round table in charge here.

"As ordered."

After a while, Percival came to Lucifer.

Lucifer told the clues he had collected so far in detail, and asked him to immediately spread the information.

What I can get at the moment is that the dream is the source of blood-sucking, and the reason for the mutation may be that it was killed by the monster in the dream.