Otherworld Advance Team
Chapter 175 - 171: Fall

Chapter 175: Chapter 171: Fall

The moment Luo’er tumbled from the airboat, his mind started to drift into a daze. His movements causing the flow of blood from his gunshot wound to accelerate, reminding him that he had just been shot.

In his daze, he held onto Yila and her daughter tightly, refusing to let them leave his side. Not long after he tumbled off, Luo’er heard another massive explosion from the airboat. This time, it could no longer withstand the damage and started to plummet with thick black smoke billowing out of it.

For the ten or so seconds after he jumped from the airboat, Luo’er was in a daze. When he finally came to, he suddenly realised just how close he was to the ground. As the acceleration of freefall caused their speed to increase, he could even see his own blood, dark red and thick, being forced out of him by the wind and carried off into the distance.

Disregarding the excrucitating pain from his chest, Luo’er clung onto Yila and her daughter with one hand, while the other searched for the handle of the parachute. Finally, at a height of several kilometers from the ground, he found the handle. He pulled it hard and the parachute rapidly sprung out from the pack, swelling as it filled with air.

The sudden braking force slowed their descent, even lifting the three of them a bit. Luo’er lost his grip on Yila and her daughter momentarily, but thankfully, the strap connected to their waistbelts saved them. The strap, made of composite fiber, withstood the immense force of impact luckily did not break due to their downward force.

Luo’er immediately reached out to grab Yila, pulling her back into his arms. But he could feel his strength waning, blood was still pouring out of his wound. Luo’er knew that if he didn’t stop the bleeding soon, he would pass out in mid-air due to blood loss.

But, given the current situation, there was nothing he could do to prevent the bleeding from the wound. He could only grit his teeth and press hard against his chest, trying to stop the blood from flowing too much.

A person is a contradictory creature - both frail and resistant. Many times, even if an organ of the body is injured, a person can still live for some time. But once too much blood is lost, a person will immediately perish. Whether it’s the cold weapon era or the present firearm era, most soldiers on the battlefield mainly died from a great loss of blood.

Luo’er knew that as long as he could stop the bleeding, he would have a glimmer of life, even if the bullet had punctured his lung. Therefore, his immediate priority was to stop the bleeding, to avoid shock or even death.

Generally speaking, to stem bleeding, one must block the wound or tie off the blood vessels. But in the Otherworld, there was another way, which was to use resurrection magic.

Theoretically, resurrection magic can only accelerate the healing of wounds, and cannot cure diseases caused by bacteria or viruses. On the battlefield of the Otherworld, resurrection magic is often used to accelerate the healing of soldiers’ wounds, ensuring they do not die from excessive blood loss. However, in the face of other diseases, priests still have to rely on some simple medical knowledge.

Luo’er was a half-elf and had a natural adaptability to magic. Among the team, his magical ability was only second to the two girls, but he was more accustomed to using the weapons of Earth, using magic less frequently.

Basic healing magic like resurrection magic was not a secret at Haiya Academy and it was something taught to the students from a very early stage.

Resurrection and shield were considered the most basic entry-level magic for students at Haiya Academy, and students who could not use these two types of magic were generally considered unfit to continue studying magic. After all, in the field of magic, qualifications were much more important than hard work and perseverance.

The only way to survive now was to use resurrection magic to stem his wound after landing, but this method also had a large drawback.

The bodies of otherworlders and half-blooded individuals had veins that could circulate magic power, ensuring that they would not die from magic power erosion. However, if otherworlders want to use magic, they must gather magic power in the veins throughout the body and channel it into the medium for it to work.

In the constant usage of magic, the body’s veins endure continuous circulation of magic power. Hence, when the body is injured, magic should not be used. Using magic would exacerbate venous injury and could lead to more serious consequences.

If Luo’er were to use resurrection magic to stem his wound, he would have to withstand the severe damage caused by the overload of his injured veins. His injury was in his chest, the area where veins were most concentrated. If it were damaged, he might never be able to use magic again.

But there was no time for that now. Judging by the rate he was losing blood, if he didn’t stop the bleeding within two minutes of landing, death would be waiting for him.

Luo’er held onto the wound on his chest, feeling his body start to turn cold. The hand holding onto Yila was slowly starting to go numb.

They were lucky, the final destination of their parachute was a grassy field amidst a jungle. Luo’er brought both his legs together then curled himself up, preparing for the impending landing. They had never specifically learned parachuting back in Haiya Academy, only practiced it through virtual simulations, after all, the terrain of Haiya Academy was not suitable for parachute training.

Even though the parachute had provided some buffering, Luo’er still had a hard fall on the ground. Landing with his legs curled, he immediately wrapped his arms around the mother and daughter, rolling over once as an additional buffer. Then, impatiently, he undid the backpack and the gun strap, unsheathed his dagger, and cut off the bindings between himself and the mother and daughter. One hand pressing on the wound and the other pulling out the magic wand, he began to recite the Revival spell in silence.

With the recitation of the spell, he felt magic power rapidly converging onto his body and passing through the damaged vessels at his chest, which then concentrated onto the magic wand, acting as a medium.

He could feel that the blood flow from his wound started to slow, but what came together was an inconceivable pain caused by the flow of magic power along the damaged vessels. This was a kind of pain indescribable, more intense than a man being kicked in the crotch.

Luo’er held in the intense pain, continuing his silent chanting of the spell. The severe pain forced an unconscious collection of odd sounds out of him. He hastily tore open the clothes over his wound and saw a bloody hole in his chest, from which fresh blood was gushing out.

With the help of the Resurrection magic, the blood at the wound began to slow down more and more, until it slowly ceased. At that moment, Luo’er’s lips turned pale, his forehead was covered in cold sweats, and the hand clutching the magic wand shook uncontrollably.

It was as if a great will had sustained him throughout this process, otherwise, he would have passed out long ago from the sheer pain. When the blood from the wound finally stopped gushing, Luo’er lost his last bit of strength. He peacefully lay down on the ground, an overwhelming tiredness quickly pulled him into unconsciousness, and he soon lost the strength to open his eyes.

In a daze, Luo’er had a dream. He dreamt that he had returned to the canyon of his childhood, watching his parents affectionately, he could not help but smile. It seemed as if nothing else mattered, as if his father would no longer become increasingly weaker from the erosion of magic power. The three of them lived together between the canyons, where sunlight shone in, illuminating the entire grassland.

Luo’er had forgotten a bit what his mother looked like. Whenever he gazed towards his mother, he could never clearly see her face. There seemed to be someone behind his mother, staying tight behind her, hardly stepping away. Luo’er longed to see this person clearly, but this person was just like his mother whose face he could never clearly see.

Luo’er wanted to ask something. However, when he opened his mouth, he found his throat to be extraordinarily dry. He repeatedly swallowed saliva, but could not prevent the intense pain from his throat. Out of urgency, he could not help but grunt.

The rough, grunting sound quickly dragged him out of his dreams. The bright sunlight in front of his eyes was long gone, replaced by a deep darkness. A bit far off was a flame of orange light, spreading warm glows.

It took Luo’er quite some effort to return to reality from the dream. The darkness in front of his eyes gradually faded away. Only now did he notice the flame of a campfire, spreading light that illuminated the surrounding area, allowing him to clearly see everything around him.

He was lying in a shallow cave with a campfire lit at the open ground before the cave. Luo’er looked around, and just as he turned his head, he saw a pair of big eyes gazing at him directly.

That must have been Sara. Sara was squatting right next to him, staring at him. Seeing Luo’er wake, a smile appeared on her face.

Luo’er heaved a sigh of relief, tried to sit up and said to her, "Water, I need water!"

"Oh!" Hearing Luo’er, Sara wisely nodded and then stood up, turning around and running off. Not too long after, she came scampering back with a funnel-shaped container made of tree leaves and handed it to him.

"Water, I got it over there." Sara seemed to not fear Luo’er and thus, revealed her curiosity towards him.

"Thank you!" Luo’er instinctively thanked her and then received the container, finishing the water inside in one gulp. The water wasn’t much, probably no more than a handful or so. Regardless, it quenched his immediate thirst.

Having some water, Luo’er instantly felt a lot of comfort in his throat. His entire person felt slightly more refreshed. He checked his wound and found that it had been bandaged with the gauze from his backpack. But the substance on his wound wasn’t the medication from his backpack, instead, it was an unidentified herbal medicine.

At this moment he noticed that all the hodgepodge of equipment on him was taken off, leaving him with only his clothes. He was covered in multi-layered blankets made of parachute material, underneath was his sleeping bag.