Chapter 48: Terrifying Potion

Half an hour later, the unconscious Silas was carried out by two Exorcist Nuns.

At this moment, the black blood vessels on Silas's face had receded. Although there were no signs of poisoning, his face was as pale as a dead person's.

"My heavens! What on earth happened?" Roland, who was waiting outside, rushed over with a shocked expression.

Jack shouted loudly, "Adam! Adam! Come quickly!"

Adam was the police station's forensic doctor. He had come in the morning to perform a simple autopsy and hadn't left.

The leading dual-blade-wielding nun gently laid Silas down. "Rest assured, he's not dead, just unconscious due to spiritual power exhaustion."

At that moment, a middle-aged man with black hair and a greyish-white beard rushed over. After examining Silas, he said, "Indeed, there's no major problem. However, his oral cavity has numerous ulcers and blisters and has suffered corrosion, seemingly from some kind of drug."

The dual-blade nun sighed softly. "He is a true hero. To purify those undead, to allow them to return to the Goddess's embrace and not become resentful spirits, he drank Master Jeros's potion to enhance his spiritual power."

"What! He drank a Demon Hunter's potion!?" The surrounding police officers were completely dumbfounded.

Ordinary people would only drink a Demon Hunter's potion under one circumstance: when they wanted to die.

Adam's heart trembled upon hearing this. His gentle face was filled with anxiety. He took out his stethoscope and placed it on Silas's chest.

"Good! Good! Cardiopulmonary functions are stable. Breathing and blood flow haven't been affected," Adam said with a sigh of relief.

The nun continued, "Rest assured, he has been treated by the Master. The potion won't cause any permanent damage to his body, but the temporary injuries are very severe and will require a period of recuperation."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, their faces filled with relief.

After more than ten days of interaction, they had developed a very good impression of this polite, humorous, warm, and friendly young man. Coupled with his ability to help them easily solve some troublesome cases, everyone was very friendly towards Silas.

"He saved the souls of 29 innocent people, allowing them to be liberated and not turn into terrifying monsters. You should be happy to have such a colleague," Father Anthony walked over and said seriously.

Jack was the first to recover upon hearing this. Looking at the unconscious Silas, he grinned. "Well done. You truly are a competent Priest."

The resentment on the ship had been purified. The sinister aura and danger were gone. The remaining police officers began to board the ship to clean up the situation.

At this moment, Warren, covered in dew and dressed in black leather, walked over from somewhere and said in a low voice, "Master, I tracked the scent of blood for about fifteen kilometers. The trail completely vanished on the Cass Plains."

Orson Heath walked over, holding a piece of paper. "According to the telegram from the estuary, this ship did not enter from the nearby Igor Port. It's very likely it drifted in from another estuary."

"According to Silas's description just now, this ship encountered a small pirate vessel, so these people indeed died at sea. Although the nearest port is Igor Port, twelve kilometers from here, there are also some estuaries with treacherous terrain where it's impossible to build a port," Jeros said.

Warren turned his head and asked, "Has the identity of this ship been determined?"

Orson Heath nodded. "Yes, it has. The ship is named the 'Soho.' It's a civilian merchant vessel. The captain is Zach Howard. It set sail from the Empire's Pearl Harbor on November 12th, with its destination being Grizzly Harbor on the Northwind Continent. The main cargo was furs and cotton. A total of sixty-two crew members were registered. Fifty-four bodies were found here, and eight are missing."

Jeros tapped his pipe. "Deal with the bodies first and protect the scene. Father Anthony, make arrangements to prevent accidents. Have the Exorcist Nuns and priests take turns guarding in mixed teams. I'll go report the situation to the Bishop."

"Alright, Master." Jeros's status was very high, and Anthony and the others readily obeyed him.

After giving instructions, Jeros, along with Warren, walked over to the group of police officers.

"It's clear that your relationship with Silas seems to be very good," Jeros said calmly.

The police officers immediately turned, bowed their heads, and said nothing.

"Two police officers, carry him. We're going directly to the Church of Holy Blood," Jeros said, then turned and left.

"Church of Holy Blood!" Hearing this, Jack and Roland were instantly invigorated.

The Church of Holy Blood in every important city signified that the city was under the protection of the Church of Holy Blood. At the same time, it was also the absolute center of the entire city, possessing the safest place and the best medical facilities in the entire city.

"Could it be blood therapy?" Jack thought, carrying Silas.

Blood therapy was an outstanding invention of the Church of Holy Blood, acclaimed as the greatest miraculous invention in the world, bar none.

By extracting wondrous components and effects from the blood of various animals or humans, and then concocting new types of blood.

Different types of blood were transfused according to the severity and location of a person's injuries, achieving rapid healing effects.

There was even a saying that had long circulated on the continent: "Before the Church of Holy Blood, the line between life and death is merely a vial of blood."

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Silas fainted very thoroughly this time. He didn't even enter a dream; his consciousness sank into the deepest level of slumber.

When he vaguely regained consciousness, he felt a magical, warm power entering his body through his arm.

This power was very warm, with good permeability and diffusivity.

Following the flow of his blood, it quickly spread to every corner of his body.

His consciousness gradually awakened under this nourishment. When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was a pristine white canopy.

The next second, intense pain began to assail Silas.

The pain mainly originated from his head, oral cavity, esophagus, and stomach.

At this moment, his head felt as if a hole had been drilled into it, and an iron rod had been inserted and vigorously stirred countless times – dizziness, confusion, severe pain. The discomfort was indescribable.

As for his oral cavity, when he moved his tongue slightly, he found it was filled with numerous ulcers and blisters. His throat, esophagus, and stomach were all filled with a pain like being pricked by needles.

At this moment, he couldn't even speak due to the intense pain.

"Where is this?" Silas's memory was somewhat fragmented at this moment. He moved his head slightly and, through the draped white bed curtains, saw that he seemed to be in a hospital ward.

His eyes flicked upwards. To his left was an earthenware-colored glass drip bottle, filled with blood-red liquid, which was currently being slowly infused into his body through a white rubber tube connected to a vein in the crook of his arm.

"Is this that power?" Silas thought vaguely.