The new mission of the CEO of the Miraculous Doctor after traveling through time

Over the North City, smoke filled the air, and shouts of killing shook the sky. Nie Bo was dressed in a black robe, holding a long sword, the light on the sword flickering in the flying flames of war. He was agile, charging left and right in the enemy formation, and every time he swung his sword, a splash of blood came up, but the enemy troops continued to come, like a surging black tide, swallowing up the North City bit by bit.

Nie Bo's eyes were filled with determination and resoluteness. He was originally from the magic sect, but because he saw through the magic sect's wanton slaughter, he rebelled against the magic sect and hid from the world. But he didn't expect that today's peace would be broken, foreign enemies invaded, and North City was the first to bear the brunt, becoming a purgatory on earth. The people in the city cried miserably, and the houses collapsed in large numbers under the bombardment of magic spells. Fires raged, and thick smoke rose to the sky.

Just as Nie Bo swung his sword and killed several enemy soldiers, he caught a glimpse of an old woman in a corner of the street, who was protecting her child. However, a flying boulder was about to hit the grandparents and grandchildren. Nie Bo didn't have time to think about it. He tapped his toes lightly, moved sideways like a ghost, and swung his sword to smash the boulder. The stone fragments scratched his cheek, and a trickle of blood oozed out.

"Thank you!" The old woman thanked him with a trembling voice. The child hid behind her, his eyes full of fear and helplessness. Nie Bo nodded slightly, but before he could speak, a strong wave of magic came from the center of the city. A leader of the enemy army launched a powerful attack, and several rays of light shot out like lightning in all directions. Wherever they went, houses collapsed and civilians were killed and injured.

Nie Bo was furious, he flew up with his sword, and fought with the leader. But after a few rounds, he found that the leader's skills were strange and powerful, and he was gradually losing the upper hand. Every time the long swords crossed, Nie Bo's palms were numb and his chest was filled with blood. At this time, all the gates of the North City were breached, and the enemy army poured in like locusts, killing anyone they saw, and the North City was completely in a desperate situation.

At the moment of life and death, Nie Bo suddenly had an idea in his mind. When he was in the magic world, he heard about a forbidden magic. That magic can increase the power of the caster several times in a short period of time, but the price is extremely heavy. The caster will lose most of his energy and even be in danger of death after the magic fails. In the magic world, this magic is regarded as a forbidden delicacy, and no one dares to try it easily, because once it is used, even if it wins for a while, it will be difficult to survive in the future.

Nie Bo was torn between his own conscience and his own desires. On the one hand, there were the lives of millions of people in North City, those eyes filled with the desire to survive, and those broken families, which struck his heart like a hammer. On the other hand, there was the new life he had finally gained. If he used the forbidden magic, even if he repelled the enemy, he might not live long.

"My benefactor, please save us..." Not far away, the people shouted desperately, their voices torn apart by the flames of war. Nie Bo gritted his teeth, a look of determination flashed in his eyes, and he secretly decided in his heart: sacrifice himself to turn the tide of the war.

He quickly withdrew and found a relatively quiet corner of the ruins, where he sat cross-legged and quickly formed seals with his hands. As the seals were formed, the aura around him began to become disordered, and a black magic power slowly seeped out from deep within his body, swirling around him like ink. Sweat beads rolled down Nie Bo's forehead, and his face was as pale as paper. The forbidden magic began to backfire, and every flow of magic power seemed to be gnawing at his meridians.

At this time, there were only a few defenders left in the north city, and the people were forced into several narrow streets and alleys, crying and screaming. The enemy laughed wildly, as if celebrating the upcoming victory. The demon leader was suspended in the air, commanding his subordinates to clear out the remnants, his blood-red eyes full of tyranny.

The magic power in Nie Bo's body surged more and more violently, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably. It seemed that countless small insects were crawling under his skin. But he gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain, and continued to use the magic. "Ah!" With a roar, his body shone brightly, and the black magic power and golden fairy power intertwined and entangled, forming a destructive momentum. Nie Bo's figure suddenly rose up, and rushed towards the core of the enemy like a burning meteor.

The demon leader sensed the danger, his face suddenly changed, and he quickly mobilized his strength to defend. Nie Bo arrived in an instant, and the long sword in his hand was wrapped in violent force, and he chopped it down fiercely. This sword contained his lifelong cultivation and the forbidden power he had gained at the moment of burning his life, and it was incredibly powerful. The leader resisted hastily, and the magic weapon in his hand broke instantly, and he was also blown away several feet, spitting blood.

Nie Bo took advantage of the situation and started a killing spree. Every time he swung his sword, a large number of enemy soldiers fell. He was like a demon god in the world. Wherever he went, the enemy soldiers were defeated. When the people of North City saw this scene, hope ignited in their eyes. Some raised their arms and shouted: "The benefactor has come to save us!" For a moment, the shouts of the people gathered into a force, injecting vitality into the dead North City.

But Nie Bo's condition was getting worse and worse. His vision was blurred, his ears were buzzing, his body seemed to be hollowed out, and his strength was rapidly draining away. Every step he took left a blood mark under his feet, which was caused by his body being unable to withstand the backlash of the immortal magic, and his internal organs ruptured and bleeding. But he did not stop, and he had only one belief in his heart: kill all the enemy troops and keep North City safe.

The enemy was thrown into disarray by Nie Bo's crazy counterattack and began to flee in all directions. Seeing the opportunity, the defenders of the North City stood up despite their injuries and fought the enemy together with Nie Bo. At this moment of life and death, the army and the people worked together to gradually force the enemy out of the North City.

When the last enemy soldier escaped from the city gate, Nie Bo could no longer hold on and knelt on one knee, his sword falling to the ground with a clang. He gasped for air, blood gushed out of his mouth and nose, staining the ground in front of him red. The people gathered around him, their eyes full of concern and gratitude. The old woman and the child squeezed to the front, trying to support Nie Bo, and the child timidly handed him a dirty handkerchief to wipe the blood off him.

Nie Bo looked at the people, a relieved smile appeared on his face, and he said softly: "It's okay... As long as everyone is safe..." Before he finished speaking, his eyes went dark and he fell backwards. The people exclaimed, hurriedly caught him, and carefully carried him to the only intact clinic in the city.

In the clinic, doctors surrounded Nie Bo, frowning as they gave him acupuncture and medicine, but Nie Bo's breath was still weak. The Lord of North City heard that Nie Bo had sacrificed himself to save the city, so he hurried over, stood by the bed, looked at Nie Bo's dying appearance, his eyes reddened, and ordered the best medicine in the city to be mobilized to treat him at all costs.

Under everyone's careful care, Nie Bo was in a coma for three days. During these three days, the people of North City spontaneously stayed outside the clinic and prayed day and night. Children folded kites, wrote words of blessing on them, and hung them on the branches of the clinic; women cooked nourishing soups and porridges and brought them to the clinic, hoping to help Nie Bo recover soon.

Three days later, Nie Bo slowly woke up and saw concerned eyes all over the room. He wanted to get up, but he was too weak. The city lord quickly stepped forward to hold him down and said, "My benefactor, please don't move and just focus on recovering. The North City can be saved because of your sacrifice. You are the hero of the North City." Nie Bo shook his head slightly and said, "I just did what I should do. How can I stand by and watch the people suffer..."

After that, Nie Bo recovered in Beicheng. The people in the city often came to visit him, bringing their own dry food, fruits and vegetables, as well as various warm care. Nie Bo's wandering heart found a home in Beicheng. Although he knew that he didn't have much time left, he felt that all the sacrifices were worth it when he saw the people rebuilding their homes and smiling again on their faces. His deeds of sacrificing himself to save Beicheng spread among the people and became a good story, inspiring countless people with lofty ideals to protect the people and fight against foreign enemies, so that the light of protection will never go out.