The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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A thin line of blood appeared on the neck of the White Witch Guardian, but the wound was completely sealed shut in a moment by the filth.

Although she had not suffered any physical harm, Celia was thoroughly enraged by the wounds on her body. Dark blue veins throbbed rapidly beneath her skin like snakes, and the deformities caused by the filth in her body began to deepen a second time.

It swelled, bulged, and stretched. Its arms transformed into claws, and its wings unfurled and expanded. The nun, whose body was originally no different from that of an ordinary person, was now a terrifying behemoth. The once spacious ossuary seemed narrow in comparison.

"Hmm~ How familiar the second stage is. However, changing forms in front of me without any defenses... isn't that a bit too arrogant?"

While it was clearly unsportsmanlike, Fran genuinely enjoyed striking when his enemies were drawing upon their latent power. It felt like attacking a monster's energy storage organ during a hunt—usually resulting in a devastating blow…

As she spoke, she had already grasped the pseudo-Sun Ritual Sword, which Sigrid had molded, and swept across the wings, precisely piercing Celia's heart from behind.

While a sneak attack is certainly despicable, when facing a ruthless and wicked pervert... there's obviously no need to concern oneself with such formalities.

Feeling a searing pain emanating from her very bones, Celia involuntarily raised her head and let out a roar of agony. But when she turned and swung a claw to tear the attacker behind her to shreds, she didn't even touch his robes.

Strike and retreat in a flash, Fran had already created a safe distance between them.

This doctor's operational philosophy is akin to surgery, adhering to a precise and efficient approach without any unnecessary delays.

Just as Celia was about to give chase, her expression suddenly froze, and her movements came to a halt. She could feel the burning pain in her back growing more intense and unbearable.

"boom!"

As the primordial sun's spiritual essence compressed to a critical point, explosive combustion was imminent. The release of incandescence illuminated almost the entire ossuary with blinding daylight.

As the light and heat faded and the gray smoke dissipated, Celia's enormous, distorted body collapsed with a crash, raising a cloud of dust.

Compared to Heda's power sword, Sigrid's "pseudo-sun" is better suited for fighting large enemies. Furthermore, this process gives the wielder the illusion and thrill of using a molten weapon... and most importantly, she won't self-destruct.

“Purify her soul, Lily.”

Seeing that Lily's eyes were wide open and her expression was full of surprise, Fran smiled and gave her a reminder.

After regaining her senses, Lily nodded obediently and walked towards Celia, who had completely lost the ability to move.

Although she didn't say anything, the older sister's fighting style left a very deep impression on the young white witch... well, how should I describe it? It seems that she never confronts the enemy head-on, but always manages to strike at the crucial moment and secure victory in the most efficient way.

Just as Lily was about to reach out and touch Celia, this corrupted being, who had endured the scorching heat of the Primordial Sun Spirit Essence, suddenly reached out and pulled her tightly into his arms.

This sudden movement caused Haida and the Black Knight to instinctively draw their swords, but they stopped at the last moment.

"sorry Sorry……"

It was as if she were confessing, or perhaps weeping. Lily felt a sticky liquid dripping down her cheek; it was Celia's tears, formed from congealed blood.

The apology for taking her sister's place, the guilt for failing to protect the White Priestess of the Spring, and the sin of attacking her colleagues and the living after being defiled... all these emotions had been accumulating in her heart for a long time, and were finally released in her final moments of clarity.

As Lily began to brush away the filth that tainted Celia's soul, her memories and emotions echoed like lingering sounds in the White Witch's mind.

To protect her younger sister Celeste, Celia, as the older sister, took her place as the guardian of the White Witch of the Spring. It might have been a selfish wish, but it was also the only way she could keep her away from danger and filth.

She was tormented by her sister's estrangement and by drinking the elixir of immortality. Even though she had done everything in her power, she still felt guilty and ashamed from time to time, worrying that she might not be competent enough.

Mad thoughts surged, filth spread, and Celia's sense of self blurred and vanished. As her vision was completely swallowed by darkness, her final desire grew ever stronger.

I long to see Celeste one last time... my dearest sister whom I truly wanted to protect...

Over this period of time, Lily had been immersing herself in the memories of others, and was gradually getting used to the feeling. She didn't speak, but quietly savored the ever-changing emotions in Celia's memories until the last lingering echo faded away.

Sorrow, regret, guilt. Lily will no longer be troubled by the emotions of those who perished before their deaths. But she will still bear it all and continue to do the only thing she can.

Forward, forward, never stopping forward... until reaching my mother's side.

As if in response to Lily's longing, a humanoid phantom composed of pure white shimmering light gradually appeared beside her. It was a slender and well-proportioned woman with hair like a curtain, a skirt reaching her ankles, and a distant and gentle gaze.

It looks just like Lily as she grew up.

That was the form condensed from the power of the White Priestess of the Spring, "Fridia." She gazed calmly at Lily, her expression almost serene.

"You shouldn't have woken up... but I can only entrust this to you."

"Forgive me..."

"Only you can sever this filthy fate. Set out for the Frontier Spring... a place where pure water still exists."

As soon as she finished speaking, the radiance that formed her figure almost vanished. But as her gaze swept around, she quietly caught sight of Fran standing to the side.

"There are other children who survived... but they seem to be different."

Fridia seemed to want to ask something, but before she could speak, she turned into tiny fireflies and disappeared without a trace.

Lily was stunned as her mother appeared and disappeared without warning, remaining bewildered for a long time. It wasn't until Fran retrieved the items left behind by Fridia and handed them to her that she came to her senses.

It was a small bottle containing holy water from the Border Spring, imbued with the power of the White Witch of the Spring, Fritia.

Gazing at the spring water flowing with a soft glow in her hand, Lily pursed her lips slightly and began to carefully consider what Fridia had just said.

Head to the Border Spring, sever the tainted fate... What does Mother want me to do?

"She wants you to leave this hopeless country forever, Lily."

As if reading her mind, Fran explained the meaning of the White Witch of the Spring.

In this borderland, no living soul remains. No matter how valiant the efforts to save them, it will ultimately amount to nothing more than clearing a graveyard piled high with corpses. Even if the filth is cleansed and everything returns to purity, it will all be meaningless.

Fridia didn't want her children to inherit her mission filled with suffering and despair...that's why she pointed out the path to the Border Spring. Knowing the ending was meaningless, running away wasn't shameful; it was simply a choice made for survival. (Seven)

At least the last surviving sparks were preserved.

Should he obey his mother's wishes and leave this borderland forever?

Lily may have already made her own decision.

But before expressing it, she turned her gaze to Fran, seeking her older sister's opinion.

"Hmm...do you want to know my opinion?" san

Fran slightly raised an eyebrow, then curved her lips into a smile that seemed to last forever.

"Whatever decision Lily makes, I will support her. But I will remain in this borderland until all the filth is cleansed. That is the reason I came here, and that will never change."

Upon hearing this, Lily nodded slightly, a resolute look appearing in her clear blue eyes.

Fran has mastered the ability to completely cleanse herself of the filth and is still deciphering the ancient stone tablets... things are not yet hopeless. Whether it's to save her mother or to be with her sister, who is probably the only survivor, she must persevere to the very end.

She slowly stepped forward and took Fran's hand, expressing her decision. The gesture was just like when they first met in the cliff village.

"In that case, let's witness it to the end together."

Fran gently stroked Lily's soft, fluffy hair, then led her into the depths of the underground catacombs.

Although the White Witch of the Spring wanted them to set off immediately, following the guidance of the sacred spring's aura to leave the country, the doctor still intended to enter the Twin Fortress first, following the original route.

Of course, she will eventually make a trip to the border to collect the lost items and the souls of the other little witches.

When making house calls, Dr. Fran consistently adhered to rigorous perfectionism in order to avoid leaving any blemishes on his resume as the chief physician of Fog Street...

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Snowflakes as white as goose feathers, a biting frost wind.

As the most important military fortress of the border country, the Twin Fortresses are located on a majestic snow-capped mountain. Standing before the entrance, the wind that brushes against your face seems to carry a sharp, cutting edge, and the chill runs from your skin to your flesh, then rushes into your limbs and bones with your blood.

"call……"

Fran gently pursed his lips and exhaled.

The breath that escaped from her lips, still warm from her body, instantly condensed into dust-like frost.

The temperature was so low that even the death rain, tainted with filth, was frozen into black snowflakes. Fran and Lily's white dresses were clearly summer styles, and even though their protective barriers could offer some resistance to hypothermia, they still felt slightly uncomfortable in this environment.

However, as Sigrid took human form, the discomfort caused by the cold gradually subsided. Just by standing next to the craftswoman, one could genuinely feel a gentle warmth rising up... as if one were bathed in the warm glow of the winter sun.

The reason she had maintained the sword form for most of the time was primarily to conserve energy. After all, the sun in the borderlands was obscured by filth, preventing her from drawing spiritual energy from the daylight and forcing her to rely on slow and inefficient self-regeneration.

Although she didn't make any specific statement, Lily still quietly moved closer to Sigrid.

Being near this woman gives you a warm, cozy feeling, like sunshine. When was the last time I saw the sun? I can't remember…

Despite the arduous and intense advance through the catacombs, Lily wasn't feeling tired. Fran, however, lit a campfire near an abandoned military camp, preparing to rest for a while.

This doctor usually enjoys taking advantage of every opportunity to steal a moment of leisure... but this time, she was preparing for a "serious matter" that was crucial to this house call.

Although Lily still had the strength to continue, she was still a young child, and under the influence of Sigrid's warmth, she quickly fell into a light sleep, her even breathing filling the air.

Taking this opportunity, Fran took out a negative pressure needle for blood collection from the medicine box and then turned his gaze to Haida.

From the doctor's clear, amber eyes, Haida inexplicably sensed a unique "malicious intent." Whenever the doctor looked at her with that almost harmless gaze, it was probably because she needed human material, or perhaps she was about to conduct some kind of drug experiment…

"Oh, dear Sister Heda, may I take a little of your blood?"

Fran slowly approached and asked the nun in a rather gentle, pleading tone.

"it is good."

Having anticipated this, Heda readily agreed. She then lifted the sleeve of her nun's armor, revealing her fair elbows.

"Is Dr. Fran preparing to make medicine?"

"It's more like preparing materials for a bio-prosthetic body than preparing medicine. I plan to culture your blood cells in vitro to obtain enough biomass... The alchemy process [Dissolving Bone and Blood] requires too much raw material, and the reserves in the medicine box are not enough."

Fran explained smoothly and naturally, then pushed the silver syringe into the vein under Haida's elbow.

"I originally wanted to try using the original bodies of those corrupted beings, but their flesh and blood have been completely contaminated and decayed, making them utterly useless. Using my blood and biomass as raw materials... might cause some minor adverse effects."

"After much thought, it seems that using Sister Haida's blood to cultivate biomass is the most suitable option. It's pure, unpolluted, and has sufficiently high-quality genes."

After extracting 400cc, Fran was quite satisfied and began to process the bag of blood a second time.

Haida pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes to watch the doctor proceed with the next steps in an orderly manner.

She took out several cylindrical quartz vessels and dripped a small amount of blood, a preservative, and a certain catalytic agent into each one. Then she placed a dark golden petal containing a rich essence of celestial energy into each vessel.

Hmm... if her memory serves her right, it seems to be the gardener's "glandular" tulip.

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Chapter 161 The Berserker "Wolf" [Frontier Country]

The tulip petals of the Gardener's "Glandular Scales" contain sublimated celestial essences, which can activate the vast majority of types of biomass. Even simply introducing it into the bloodstream can cause new bones and flesh to regenerate within the blood.

In the quartz vessel prepared by Fran, the ashen golden petals dissolved instantly upon entering Haida's blood. Then, white bones wrapped in flesh slowly rose from them, extending plant-like veins and branches.

To spread, to proliferate, to sprout.

Almost in the blink of an eye, a flower composed of bone and flesh began to take shape. If it weren't for the size of the container itself, it seemed it could continue to grow and expand. As for what it would eventually become... only the gardener Glandular and Fran would know.

"Growing well. Oh, it's so easy... It thrives with just a little nutrition, without needing to worry about factors such as temperature, humidity, pH, or even carbon, nitrogen, and inorganic salts."

Only after ensuring that all the tulips made of flesh and blood had developed to a near-mature critical state did Fran put the quartz containers back into the medicine box. The crystalline elixir itself possesses the property of catalyzing flesh and blood, a process that even simultaneously involves genetic-level splitting and recombination.

In fact, this was one of the first projects Fran studied when he first arrived in Norrington.

Originally, all the cells in these blood cells carried Haida's genes, but after being activated by tulips... their original coding sequences reverted to a different initial state.

If a genetic test were conducted now, it would reveal subtle differences in each of these flowers, and their bloodline resemblance to Heda has been erased. Now, they are "ownerless flesh and blood."

At this point, most of the preparations for Fran's final treatment were complete.

As for the remaining steps, they can wait until all the souls of the little white priestesses and the powerful corrupted ones have been collected before continuing.

Lily opened her eyes at that moment.

This was just a short nap, like a midday rest, mainly to recover her energy; she didn't need to sleep for too long. However, when she woke up and found herself resting her head on Sigrid's lap, she couldn't help but purse her lips, feeling a little embarrassed for some reason.

I actually fell asleep on a complete stranger... Would she mind?

"You woke up so quickly, Lily?"

Upon noticing Lily looking at her, Sigrid's eyes immediately lit up with a warm smile.

In fact, Miss Craftswoman quite liked this well-behaved child. If she could, she even hoped Lily could lean against her and sleep a little longer. After all, Dr. Fran had said that sleep was very important for a child's development and health.

Lily nodded lightly, expressing her gratitude to Sigrid.

Lily believed that her sister Fran's two friends were to her what the knight was to her. Therefore, while trusting her sister, Lily was also willing to extend the same level of trust to Heda and Sigrid.

As the young witch awoke, the group embarked on their journey to enter the Twin Fortress. Passing through the fortress gates and entering the inner courtyard, they encountered many undead clad in knightly armor, along with scattered scraps of paper containing notes.

Those were the diaries, or rather, the "last wills," left behind by the soldiers who once guarded this place. As the effects of the elixir of immortality deepened, they found it increasingly difficult to control their bodies, and their consciousness became increasingly blurred and distorted.

With the last vestiges of clarity remaining, all they could do was try their best to leave a trace of their existence.

Scribbled notes, scratches on the wall, and congealed bloodstains on the floor. Faced with this disturbing scene, Fran simply picked up a piece of paper lying on the ground and began to read it with a nonchalant expression.