Doomsday Code

Chapter 811 Assassination

It is the time to harvest grain. Everyone has lived here for hundreds of years, and the cherishment of grain is engraved in their bones.

Therefore, when they were collecting grain, they were afraid that even a grain would be lost, and all their attention was focused on this, which resulted in no one noticing the abnormality of One-Eye and the others.

However, perhaps it was God's will. If it were in the past, the oldest members of the team would be assigned to the city wall. However, this year Chen Cheng came, and it was not the elderly and weak who went to the city wall to observe and stand guard.

This resulted in the old people who were unable to work due to missing teeth being arranged to collect grain here.

Queya was really old, and his waist could not hold on any longer after working for a while. When he stood up to stretch himself, he saw several one-eyed men who were hunched over in the grain-harvesting team and were extremely conspicuous.

Queya is not a soldier who stayed behind. Although he was very powerful when he was young, he has lived here for so long that he is now just like an ordinary old man.

As he warned, he picked up the short dagger he used to cut rice and shot it directly at the one-eyed man's back.

Although Chen Cheng, who was at the front, was young and strong, collecting grain was a technical job. After working for a while, he felt a little sore in his back.

Hearing the unclear voice of Queya, he looked up and back, and then saw the one-eyed men surrounding him.

"Do it."

At this time, the one-eyed man knew that he could not hesitate any longer. He gathered the little fighting spirit in his body and rushed directly towards Chen Cheng.

He knew that Chen Cheng was an angel and that if he wanted to get out of the desert he had to rely on the map on him, so he set his sights on him.

The others rushed towards Doyle with knives, because Doyle was the backbone of the place. Without Doyle, they could use the words that the One-Eye had used to seduce them to convince the others.

However, Chen Cheng at this time was not someone that the one-eyed man could underestimate. Although he didn't know what divine position he had obtained, he knew that he had at least reached the level of Dan in martial arts.

But in this strange desert, his ancient martial arts are much more useful than fighting spirit.

However, Doyle did not know this. He only knew that the Majesty to whom he swore allegiance was in danger, and all he could do was use his body to protect Chen Cheng from harm.

In this way, by accident, those who rushed towards Doyle missed, and the one-eyed man who wanted to kidnap Chen Cheng stabbed Doyle in the back with a knife.

Although Doyle used his body to block, he still did not forget to fight back.

The moment the one-eyed man's knife pierced his body, his arm flipped backwards, and his fist, like a falling meteorite, hit the one-eyed man's abdomen directly, piercing him through.

The one-eyed man looked at him with his eyes wide open, and then fell backwards.

Doyle pulled out the dagger from his back, threw it on the ground, and said coldly:

"Catch it and take it as bait."

Without his order, those guys who missed their target had already been controlled.

"Continue to collect food. I'll go back and take a rest."

Doyle gave the order as if nothing had happened.

After everyone received the order, he walked out of the oasis.

And Chen Cheng immediately followed.

All the people threshing the grain were attracted by the movement in the oasis. They all looked nervously at Doyle, who was covered in mud and blood.

Here, Doyle is the backbone of all of them.

"What are you looking at? It's just a little skin broken. Hurry up and collect the grain. If the wind comes, it will all be in vain."

Doyle glared at these people.

As soon as he walked into the stone house, he could no longer hold on.

The face that was full of energy just now immediately turned pale, and big beads of sweat as big as soybeans kept dripping down the old cheeks.

He took off his shirt and used the well-maintained and polished armor as a mirror to look at the wound on his back.

He is old. Even though he was an epic-level warrior back then, he can no longer control his muscles to close the wound.

Blood gushed out from his wound.

At this moment, Chen Cheng pushed the door open and walked in. After seeing the wound on his back, he immediately took out gauze, sterile cotton and other wound treatment supplies from the space ring.

Chen Cheng first wiped off the blood with sterile cotton, then pressed it against the wound and waited for a moment, and then removed the blood-stained cotton. At this time, the blood vessels in the wound had been closed by Doyle's concentrated attention.

"Bite him, bear with it, it hurts a bit to disinfect this thing."

He handed a wooden stick to Doyle, then opened the alcohol he had prepared and said to Doyle.

But Doyle forced a smile and said:

"This injury is nothing...ah~~~"

Chen Cheng took advantage of his surprise and disinfected his wounds with alcohol.

Then he took out a small needle and did some simple stitching, disinfected it, and then wrapped the wound with gauze.

After doing this, Chen Cheng took out another high-level healing magic crystal and said:

"I don't know if this thing is still useful to you, but just make do with it."

Healing magic is not some miraculous means of bringing the dead back to life. Some magic, such as treating colds and fevers, are removal magic, which aims to eliminate the viruses and bacteria that cause the disease in the patient's body.

For example, the light healing magic used by ordinary priests of the Church of Light is of this type.

Some advanced healing magic that reconnects severed limbs and repairs wounds stimulates the target's own vitality and accelerates the regeneration of his skin and other tissues.

Of course, more advanced healing magic can give one's own vitality to others, or deprive some unintelligent flowers, plants and trees of their vitality and replenish it for others.

However, using healing magic with magic crystals can only stimulate the target's own vitality.

Now that Doyle is old, Chen Cheng said he didn't know whether it would be useful.

"It's alright, Your Majesty. I can still hold on for a few more years."

As the magic energy of the magic crystal was exhausted, Doyle's face became much more relaxed. It was obvious that the wound was healing.

Chen Cheng put away the things on the table, and finally looked at Doyle and said:

"I think you should explain everything to everyone first. They've been waiting here long enough and need an answer."

Chen Cheng was very clear about the root cause of the sudden attack, so he did not express any opinion when Doyle dealt with those people.

But now he knows that if he doesn't say it now, he might be in bigger trouble after he gets out.

Doyle thought for a moment, put on his clothes, and finally sighed and said:

"Your Majesty is right. They have waited long enough. I will tell them the situation and give them a choice."

"Very good. If they choose to leave, you need to tell them to hide their identities after leaving. I don't want to see them persecuted by the Empire after working so hard to hold on here."

Chen Cheng's statement was just a euphemism. After all, his arrangement for Doyle and the others was to be future military instructors, and their position was very important.

And if someone chooses to leave and then betrays them for fame and fortune, Chen Cheng will definitely not show mercy.

"I understand this, and I will see to it."

Chen Cheng put the first aid kit into the space ring, then nodded and said:

"That's good, I won't interfere in this matter, otherwise it might get worse.

When the time comes, I'll go down with Huidun. I hope you'll have the results by the time I come back."