Chapter 570: The End

"Hey, why are there missing parts on your body? Can it grow back?" Anna leaned over and blew on Charles' bloody pierced ear.

Charles turned his head slightly, distanced himself from Anna, and said with a serious expression: "After you go back, immediately contact the acting governor of Ancha Island and ask him to block the exit immediately and strictly investigate the people who came down from the surface, Margaret If she wants to go back, she has to go through that passage, she can't escape!"

Anna looked indifferent, "You still have time to think about this? Your crew members were killed and injured a lot, do you really want to go back and have a look?"

"I'm not a doctor, Linda will take care of those things, be serious, I'm not joking with you, Margaret's matter is the most important right now, and the communication from you is the fastest."

"Then what if your bald ship doctor is about to die? It seems that although that girl has never played games, she also understands the principle of killing and treating first." Anna looked at the nearly scrapped Narwhal next to her. .

Hearing this, Charles' heart tightened, and he immediately turned to look at the vigilant explorers beside him. "Which one of you has a spare ship doctor?"

When Charles rushed back to the deck of the Narwhal with the doctors of the other exploration ships, Linda, covered in blood, was lying in Orderick's arms on the bloody, potholed deck.

"Quick!" The doctor with the medical kit rushed over and began to treat quickly.

Charles squatted next to Linda, and saw a ten-centimeter scar on her heart that was oozing blood, which seemed to be injured by a sharp weapon.

He stretched out his hand towards the neck and found that the pulse was almost gone. "How did Linda come up? According to the normal process, didn't she stay down and receive the wounded?"

"Cough... cough~~! It's my fault... If she hadn't rushed out to save me, she wouldn't have been attacked by those invisible things."

Charlie, who was extremely weak next to him, wanted to support himself after speaking, but his weak body couldn't do it at all, and the knife wound on his chest had been stitched up.

Charles stood up and looked around. The casualties of the crew members were so miserable that his eyes turned red.

"Governor Charles, I'm sorry, we tried our best, but she is no longer worth saving." A doctor with a white beard stood up and said solemnly.

Charles trembled slightly in his heart. A crew member was about to die again. How many times was this?

"Is there really no way?" Charles squatted down again, and asked a little unwillingly.

"The left chamber of the heart has been ruptured. Compared with saving him, I am more curious about how she survived until now. It is a miracle that she is still alive."

Charles looked at Linda's delicate face, she looked abnormally pale now, as white as paper.

Bits and pieces of the past flashed through his mind. To be honest, the relationship between Linda and Charles was not very good, it was more of a superior-subordinate relationship, but now that she was going to die, Charles still felt very sad.

Immediately afterwards, the sadness in his heart turned into monstrous anger towards the Fortan Cult. He should have thought that these deformed guys would definitely not wait for him to find the darkness. This matter is endless, and this sneak attack is just the beginning.

Suddenly, to everyone's surprise, Orderick next to him crawled down and bit Linda's neck with his fangs.

Linda's figure instantly bent into a bow, and her mouth opened to let out a loud inhalation sound.

"You, you are..." The doctor next to him was speechless in surprise, and suddenly an iron hand pushed him out.

"Don't be dazed, hurry up and save the others! You don't need to worry about this place."

As the blood on Linda's face quickly recovered, the fangs slowly popped out of her mouth, and she suddenly opened her eyes, staring firmly at Charles' neck.

Charles immediately turned to Lily next to him and said, "Lily! Bring the blood bags in the warehouse! Hurry up!!"

Soon the vacuum-packed plasma was sent to Linda one after another, and she sucked like a wild beast, and then slowly stopped after the ninth pack.

After wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, Linda stood up steadily.

"How is it? How do you feel?" Charles asked excitedly, and his ship doctor came back again.

He didn't care if Linda became a vampire, as long as she was alive, it was better than anything else.

Linda stared blankly at Charles for a few seconds, then raised her right index finger and inserted it directly into the corner of her right eye.

With her sudden pull, she pulled out three long needles that were glued together in red and white. The red ones were not only blood but also the rust on the needles.

"Captain, the last believer of the Illuminati Sect has disappeared. Maybe this religion shouldn't exist at all." Translucent brain fluid flowed from the corner of her inner eye, which looked like she was crying.

Orderic rushed up from the side, hugging his wife tightly. "It's fine...it's fine..."

Just when Orderic was about to help Linda go back to rest, Linda shook her head vigorously, picked up the medical kit on the ground and rushed towards the injured crew member beside her.

Looking at Linda's back, Charles felt that something had changed in her heart.

Charles turned his head to look at the first bandage mate walking towards him. "The exploration mission is cancelled, return to the voyage."

Bandage nodded and walked towards the cockpit without the roof.

At this time, on the Gobi Desert five kilometers away, Margaret stood on the body of the "king", looked at 134 and the fog man indifferently, and cleaned the vines on the insects.

A large vine with bloody roots was lifted up, and the painful "Wang" screamed.

134 looked very unhappy, whispering to his companion while looking at Margaret maliciously.

Margaret knew that it was impossible for the other party to do anything to her at this time. She had been able to control Sodom for so many years, and she couldn't just rely on childishness.

She raised her feet and walked towards the center of the boat, the bloody fat was lifted off, revealing the iron hull wrapped underneath.

She walked down, and besides her bloody footprints on the ground, there were other bloody footprints following her, which were the invisible guards left by her brother.

"Don't follow me, go and heal your injuries." As soon as Margaret finished speaking, the bloody footprints behind her no longer extended.

She walked into her room and closed the door. Her hair stuck to the wound on her face, causing a slight stinging pain. As the effect of the medicine wore off, the dark wound on her body that Charles had slapped began to hurt gradually.

She lowered her head and leaned against the door and slowly slid down. The pain made her tremble involuntarily. Tears swirled from her eyes but never fell.

After all, she is just a 20-year-old girl now. The family accident made her pretend to be strong, but she was always pretending. Her heart is still the Margaret who was protected by her family back then.

Compared with the pain in her body, her heart hurts more now.