Chapter 340 - 330: The Crimson Alliance 11

They had done all the dirty, exhausting work, but had gotten nothing good in return.

If it weren’t for wanting to complete the mission quickly, they would have quit long ago.

Some players even began to regret their decision. They shouldn’t have come over here just because there were more injured people.

It was true that there were a lot of injured people here, but there were also far too many players.

Everyone here was a competitor. Even with so many wounded, each player was only assigned a few people on average.

Furthermore, because these people had lost the previous battle, their injuries were generally extremely severe.

The first-aid kit The Crimson Alliance had given them was completely useless.

Those who had awakened a Healing Talent used it directly. Those who hadn’t, in order to clear the game, could only resort to using items.

Yet even so, the injured pirates remained ungrateful, complaining that the players were either too slow or too rough.

One tentacled player, not yet proficient in their movements, accidentally applied a bit too much pressure.

The person he was treating showed no restraint, immediately using his uninjured arm to send the player flying.

"That damn well hurts! Are you trying to murder me?" the man snarled, his eyes feral.

As he spoke, his black eyes transformed into golden, slitted pupils, and fangs glinted in his mouth. He was like a crazed lion.

Luckily, this player’s race was known for its durability. Their body was like a slime, possessing incredible elasticity.

Even after being sent flying dozens of meters, they weren’t injured. They were just badly frightened, curled up in a ball on the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

The other players who witnessed this couldn’t bear to watch, but no one stepped forward to stand up for their fellow player.

After all, nobody wanted to bring that trouble upon themselves.

Most of the people who could enter this game were those who had awakened a Healing Talent.

And people with this type of talent shared another characteristic: their combat abilities were generally low.

At this point, some players wanted to leave and head to the other side.

After all, the initial game introduction had stated that The Crimson Alliance was a neutral faction.

It wouldn’t be right for all of them to be here, completely ignoring the wounded on the other side.

They came up with excuses for leaving, completely forgetting how decisively they had abandoned the other side in the first place.

Besides, they seemed to have forgotten that the people they were treating were pirates—ruthless interstellar pirates who killed without batting an eye.

To prevent anyone from leaving, the interstellar pirates had already assigned men to watch them in secret.

So, when they discovered someone trying to leave, the lead commander immediately ordered them to be captured.

The commander didn’t want to completely offend The Crimson Alliance, so he merely had the escapees brought back to continue treating the wounded. He did, however, move his guards from the shadows into plain sight.

Before leaving, the commander threatened, "Don’t even think about escaping. Stay here and obediently help our comrades heal."

Hearing this, a sense of despair spread among the players.

But they had to know when to yield.

They couldn’t win in a fight, and they couldn’t run away. With no other choice, they had to resign themselves to their fate.

Besides, they couldn’t forget they still had a mission to complete.

To avoid being disqualified from the game, they had to heal all the wounded here. If they couldn’t leave this place, they wouldn’t be able to complete their mission.

「Meanwhile, on the other side.」

Moira Lynch had a wonderful night’s rest.

It was the first time she had ever slept in a game until she woke up naturally.

After freshening up, Moira Lynch took out the piece of white membrane she had gotten from the Echobeast.

She stroked the silk-like object in her hand. After a night of deliberation, she now had an idea of what to do with it.

Moira Lynch laid it flat on the table and folded it twice. Without cutting it at all, she tied it directly around her slender neck, finishing it with a beautiful bow. It looked like a peculiar choker.

After she was done, Moira Lynch took out a mirror to have a look.

’It looks a bit strange, but that’s probably just because I’m not used to it.’

In truth, Moira Lynch had a specific reason for wearing the item there: it was the closest point to her throat.

Only then could she perfectly imitate the sounds she heard.

Moira Lynch pulled up the collar of her clothes, perfectly concealing the white bow on her neck.

"I remember I have a spray in my inventory that can change the color of clothes. I wonder if it’ll work on this."

’I’ll try it when I get back.’

’White is nice, but it feels a bit plain. Maybe adding some little polka dots would be better?’

After breakfast, Moira Lynch heard a commotion outside. Ellers said, "That must be Snow and the others, back with more people."

Hearing this, Moira Lynch quickly got to her feet.

She stepped out of the tent and saw a disheveled Snow. The other team members behind him were just as filthy.

They were carrying the wounded they had found, some on their backs, some over their shoulders, some between them.

Moira Lynch counted. There were more than twenty of them.

Seeing this, she didn’t dare to delay. She quickly took out her Priest’s Staff to stabilize their conditions first.

Then she handed out Water Storage Mushrooms to the others, telling them to use the mushrooms to clean the patients’ wounds and prevent infection.

Some of the wounds had already begun to fester or were covered in filth. Under such conditions, the wounds couldn’t be healed directly and had to be cleaned first.

Those with less severe injuries could be treated with a Healing Potion, but the more seriously wounded required Moira Lynch’s personal attention.

Guided by the Healing Device, Moira Lynch went to the most grievously injured person in the group.

Half of the person’s face had been blown off, exposing bone and teeth. One eye was just a bloody socket, a truly terrifying sight.

Moira Lynch gasped in horror the moment she saw him.

However, these superficial wounds weren’t even his most severe injuries; the worst were hidden within.

According to the Healing Device’s scan, his worst injury was internal bleeding.

Not a single organ in his body, aside from his brain, was undamaged. In his condition, he couldn’t even swallow a Healing Potion. Moira Lynch would have to intervene personally.

After assessing the situation, Moira Lynch took a deep breath. A cluster of white flame slowly bloomed in her hand.

Moira Lynch controlled the white flame, guiding it into the man’s body.

She had considered using the Priest’s Staff directly, but for one, it would cause too much of a stir, and for another, she wanted to test the limits of her own talent.