Blue and White Society

  Chapter 737 Molecular-level regeneration

   "This thing, at the stage of an hour ago, can greatly relieve her pain."

   "Good thing, the archbishop was able to endure it for an hour and a half at the beginning, thanks to it. Unfortunately, after an hour, the pain was so subtle that any medicine was useless."

   "There are still forty minutes, and another 100 ml will be injected in twenty minutes."

   "Well, she is only nine years old, she will die from an overdose."

"Her body is different from ordinary people, and she is much stronger than it looks. Even if something happens, as long as she can persist for an hour, she can obtain the self-healing ability of cell regeneration level. Every cell in the body can recover with emotions. For this kind of People, it can be said that all medically recognized irreparable injuries will cease to exist."

  The bishops looked at Helen writhing in pain on the lotus platform, talking with each other, and paying attention to the time from time to time.

   Regarding this, Mo Poor really seemed to curse: Dogecoin, I don’t need it!

  Injecting this thing for pain relief, although it does help, but even if it doesn't relieve the pain, Mo Poor can still persist.

   On the contrary, this thing will seriously destroy her body. The continuous injection of analgesics, as well as these highly toxic solutions, have severely damaged Mo Poor's nerve center.

  This kind of damage is irreparable.

  If it weren't for hearing that the fusion of lotus seeds can reach the level of cell regeneration and self-healing in an hour, and then enough to repair this kind of damage, Mo Poor would definitely try to refuse.

  Mo Poor sneered secretly. In their eyes, it took some luck for Helen to survive for an hour. It doesn't matter to these people if they fail to persist for an hour and leave behind a sequelae, it's just the price of gaining strength.

   "According to them, the longer you persist, the stronger your self-healing ability will be after the end."

   "I might as well stick to it to the end, no matter what the price is, anyway, it should have been there."

   "Let's see how far I can take it."

  Mo poor body curled up, clenched his fists, clenched his teeth, and forcibly endured.

  The time approached an hour before I knew it.

   "Helen, don't give up, it's almost there, I'll give you another injection!"

  Mo Qiong groaned angrily, but the other party thought it was her moaning in pain.

   "Damn it, this is an overdose!"

  Mo Poor's body twitched crazily. This was not caused by the pain, but by the excessive effect of the medicine.

  Up to now, the suppression of pain by the drug effect is not obvious, but the chemical influence on the body is not small at all.

  Mo Poor couldn't help vomiting, her whole body was hot, but she felt very cold, cold to the bone marrow.

  The viscera were in a mess, causing her to vomit continuously, and her body was almost out of control.

  Mo Poor originally had to endure the inexplicable feeling of severe pain in all the cells of his body, and now he has many reactions of overdose of the solution. The two phases are superimposed, and it is actually a little better than no injection.

  However, as an ordinary person, I am afraid that even if it can be relieved a little at this time, it is ten thousand willing.

   "One hour! Well done! Helen, you did it! Hahaha!"

  When the time came, the bishops played their crowns to celebrate.

  Although if you persist for a moment longer, your self-healing ability will be stronger, but one hour is a watershed.

  According to the past experience of the Gaia Church, as long as the hurdle of one hour has passed, the self-healing properties will be subtly down to the cellular level, and any cell in the body can be regenerated and self-repaired.

  And if it's less than an hour, even if it's only fifty-nine minutes, the self-healing properties are only at the level of flesh and blood regeneration. When some bone marrow cells, nerve cells, small lymphocytes and egg cells that cannot be regenerated are missing, they cannot be repaired. It also cannot fight cancer cells and cure leukemia.

  Strictly speaking, within one hour and after one hour, two different characteristics are obtained.

   "You can stop, Helen!" the bishop said happily.

  However, Mo Poor ignored him, and endured the sudden surge of pain on his own, insisting on not giving up.

   "Huh? Can you still bear it? Good, good! A little more persistence is good!" The bishop was even more delighted.

  Mo Poor was panting heavily. It had to be said that in the last minute of the hour, the pain level soared.

  If, at fifty-eight minutes, it was still a pain that human hormones could achieve, then at fifty-nine minutes, it entered a brand new pain that normal people could not even imagine.

   And after crossing the one-hour watershed, the pain increased faster and faster and more detailed.

   When the details are reached, Mo Poor feels that every organic compound in his body is stinging!

  Of course, it is impossible for the organic compound to have any nerve sensing with Mo Poor, so this kind of pain is completely unreasonable and acts on consciousness.

   No wonder at this level, it is impossible for any medicine to give the slightest relief.

  A person can inexplicably feel that every organic compound in the body is in pain, and this pain is a hundred times more painful than childbirth. This kind of torture is enough to break a firm heart.

  But Mo Poor still persevered.

   "The pain beyond the limit, this is what many brothers have experienced, the pain beyond the limit..."

   Not only can Mo Poor bear it, he can even stay awake.

  Boundless pain is pain beyond human imagination, which cannot be achieved by any chemical or physical simulation.

   That is to say, in the past training, the greatest torture created was far inferior to the one he was undertaking at this moment.

  It surpasses the greatest pain that hormones can achieve, it surpasses the greatest pain that psychic force sensing can inflict, and it also surpasses the greatest pain that virtual machines can inflict on neural input.

  The highest score of willpower training on Limit Island is not the limit. Many members have actually exceeded the full score.

  Just like Wu Yunmo's belief in the containment cause, it has firmly surpassed the vast majority of members. Even Catherine, who is an Omega, is far inferior.

  As for Lord Gou, he is even more terrifying, and ten thousand times more determined than Wu Yunmo! It can be called the existence of the will ceiling.

  Mo Qiong thinks he is not as good as Gou Ye Wu Yunmo and the others, but he doesn't want to lose to the Archbishop of Gaia Church.

  Before and after, he also realized a lot of pain beyond the limit. The desperate space of white cloth ghosts and shadows experienced by Lin Guang is the soul torment that the immortals of all generations are still suffering until the end of time.

   These are all pains beyond the limit. Compared with what Mo Poor is facing at the moment, it is the kind that can be given up at any time, and it is already extremely happy.

  The first two are enough to destroy the most steadfast human consciousness, and no matter what kind of self-proclaimed lofty beliefs people have, they will be defeated by the kind of pain beyond imagination.

  Mo Poor knows that any persistence has a limit. Lin Guang is an example. Under the pain beyond the limit, he even hates the career he has worked hard for his whole life, and even everything in the world.

  Those who have never experienced it are not qualified to judge Lin Guang's choice.

  Now, Mo Poor has also experienced it, and he wants to know how far he can persist.

  Three hours later...

  The bishops of Gaia Church are all stupid.

  The highest record holder in history is one of the contemporary archbishops, the owner of Gaia's Ark, Kuwait. An hour and thirty-five minutes.

  My good fellow, this record was broken by a nine-year-old girl. Goddess, she persisted for three hours!

   Judging from the fact that the pain is increasing faster and faster, the pain suffered in these three hours is not as simple as twice as much as Kuwait.

   "Helen... is worthy of being the most devout priest. She truly regarded this as a test for the Mother Goddess. I am afraid that in pain, she will become more and more devout..."

  Since an hour and a half later, the bishops started calling for her, but Mo Poor simply ignored her.

  From then on, the bishops realized how pious this girl was. In their thinking, Helen was the kind of believer who would become more pious during the 'passion'.

  Faith makes it fearless and strong.

  When Mo Poor persisted for more than two hours, he began to howl and howl crazily, like a hysterical monster, not like a person.

   Now for three hours, there is no sound of wailing, blood and tears flow from the eyes, the mouth is unconsciously opened, and the breathing cannot be voluntary and coherent.

   "Give her oxygen!" Sensing that she was having trouble breathing, everyone immediately moved the life support device to her.

  After all, she hasn't given up yet, so she doesn't belong to the completion of fusion, and has no self-healing properties. The overdose of drugs injected before has more and more side effects.

   "God, she's still holding on..."

   "She is more devout than everyone else, and has an extremely pure heart."

  The bishops couldn’t help but feel ashamed. The citizens are actually tools of the Gaia Church. In the eyes of the citizens, the priests are more devout than them, and the bishops are definitely more devout than the priests. As for the archbishop, he is naturally the most devout believer.

   But they are very clear that the priest level is the most pious. When it comes to bishops, they regress. As for archbishops, no citizen believes in the mother goddess more.

  Back then, Kewell relied on drugs and willpower to hold on for an hour and a half.

  They didn't feel that Helen had that kind of steel-like will, so only a saint-like pure heart could persist until now.

  Three hours and fifty-nine minutes. The pain suddenly soared, as if it had increased a million times in an instant.

  Every atom in the body! Every atom is blooming with unimaginable terrible pain.

  He can clearly feel that there are seven hundred billion trillion atoms in the body, and each atom is a million times the pain of the previous molecular level.

  This sudden increase instantly overwhelmed Mo Poor's mind, making him suddenly choose to give up before he knew it.

  I don’t want to hold on for a second, no matter what it is, let’s end it anyway.

   "..."

  He lay sluggishly on the lotus platform, the weird pain disappeared, replaced by a powerful healing.

   Collapsed nerves, muscles and ligaments torn by excessive force, brain and internal organs destroyed by drug reactions, are all rapidly regenerating and reorganizing, returning to a healthy state.

  At the same time, he could still feel that some kind of emotion was obviously being consumed, which made him depressed.

   "Good boy, you lasted for three hours and fifty-nine minutes! God...you are amazing! As long as you are still happy, I am afraid that even if you are crushed, you will not die!" The bishops said in surprise.

  Mo Poor smiled wryly. Looking back now, at two hours and fifty-nine, the pain was so subtle that every molecule was in pain.

  The pain that soared at 3 hours and 59 minutes reached the level where 700 billion trillion atoms were in pain, which meant that another watershed would be crossed in four hours.

  As expected, it is the regenerative properties at the atomic level.

  Unfortunately, he collapsed after feeling it for a second.

  His fragile human mind was not worth mentioning at that moment, like an ant in front of a tsunami, easily washed away.

   Failed to cross the four-hour threshold.

   Gradually, Mo Poor came back to his senses and began to adjust his emotions before paying attention to what the bishops said.

   "Happiness? Was it happiness that was consumed before?"

  Mo Qiong thought that it was no wonder that he was a little depressed. He tried to think of something happy, and suddenly his small face smirked.

   "I can still be happy, so it's just that this kind of emotion is accumulated as energy and used as the price for self-healing?"

   "So happiness is the source of my life?"

  …

   p.s: Sorry.

  (end of this chapter)