They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 222 We are not the enemy

After saying this, the animal tamer grinned and licked his red lips vigorously.

She was clearly looking forward to the moment when Ria's patient identity would be revealed, and the whip in her hand kept swinging back and forth, which was quite similar to the tail of a scorpion.

Ria touched her lumbar spine and only felt a bunch of tentacles. They were smooth and warm to the touch. At that moment, the first thing Ria asked was, "Are you alright?"

These words were spoken to Schwarz. Upon hearing them, the tentacles writhed more violently, some of them emerging from his wound to touch the edge of his host's wound, as if they had finally learned to care for their host.

"Looks like it's alright..." Ria hadn't expected that the blow would hit Little Swarth, and immediately began to worry about it. Seeing that the tentacles looked very lively, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Then, Ria looked at the animal trainer: "Do you think I have contamination syndrome?"

"Aren't you right? Look at what you just did!"

"I care about my friends."

“You…” Lia’s words left the animal trainer speechless. Even though their circus treated those “wild beasts” like family every day, those “wild beasts” were, after all, real people, not some disgusting monsters that looked like parasites.

At this moment, the investigators not far away also looked rather grim. Calvin took two steps forward, clutching a mysterious item he had been using to deal with supernatural beings.

His voice was somewhat unsteady: "Are you a patient?"

Lia slowly turned her head to look at him, without saying a word, as if she had already prepared herself for her companions to turn against her.

But he didn't expect Calvin's next words: "Aren't you in pain? Even patients feel pain when they are injured. What are you standing there for!"

After saying that, they all surrounded Liya. Looking at the deep, bone-revealing wound on Liya's back, the investigators were at a loss: "How do we treat this? Should we get this pile of black stuff out first?"

"Why are there so many eyeballs? Is that also a symptom of contamination?"

Lia was somewhat surprised: "Aren't you afraid of me?"

"What do you have to be afraid of? We've come this far, if we were afraid we would have run away long ago." An investigator took out a bandage and, after Ria said there was no need to remove the tentacles and eyeballs, wrapped it tightly around Ria's wounds like he would bandage his own.

He actually wanted to say that it didn't need to be so complicated, but these investigators were just too enthusiastic.

"I knew your behavior was a bit off, but it makes a lot of sense now that you're a patient."

Ria: "But aren't people with contamination syndrome a group you all despise?"

“You know, most of us are young people, and young people hate those rigid rules the most. We think you are a good person, and Mr. Ivand just told us not long ago that you are a patient.”

"So you knew all along?"

Ria looked at Ivand, who nodded with a smile.

These investigators are not inherently bad; they know what they should and should not be hostile towards.

Calvin said seriously, "The disease itself is not wrong; the people are wrong. The association only takes them into custody after capturing them. Those who are innocent will be released once a cure for the virus is developed..."

"And it's even better that you're a patient; we have a new fighting force, and facing the enemy has significantly reduced our psychological barriers."

"Can I see how the patients fight? Please, I've never seen one since I was born!" The youngest investigator immediately seized the opportunity to joke, which immediately lightened the atmosphere considerably.

The animal trainer who witnessed this scene turned green with rage. The scene she had been expecting did not appear. Frustrated, she wanted to swing her whip to attack, but Ria stepped in front of everyone and grabbed the whip.

He was very strong; with a tug of the whip, he pulled the person opposite him so hard that he stumbled and almost flew off.

“I’m not really sure what my abilities are, because I seem to have lost my memory.” Ria said with some regret, “But my original memories returned once, and he told me that I should protect you, and that no one should die today.”

I don't know why he made that decision. Actually, I guess the original me was a rather cold and indifferent person, someone who would find it very difficult to genuinely want to protect others. That's why I'm the one who's here now.

Calvin remembered something: "...the guard."

That extraordinary meme, which claims that one must learn to protect others in order to succeed, is regarded within the Order Association as a rare "Guardian" who can make some contribution to Enderus.

“I don’t know, but he also wrote a sentence that I haven’t told anyone yet.”

He said the investigators were the perfect guards, and if he weren't sick, he would have been happy to join them.

After all, dying to protect the people and defend the country is always the greatest thing that can never be mocked.

As an enemy, he felt that you all had it tough too.

"What kind of nonsense are you spouting!"

One investigator retorted, "How are we the enemy?"

"Today, as long as we understand each other, we are not enemies. Our only enemy has always been the extraordinary."

"that's right!"

Listening to the passionate remarks of a group of young people, Ivand chuckled a few times and took a few deep drags of his pipe.

"It's good to be young, you can say anything."

But our problems aren't solved yet, so don't get too excited.

“It’s alright, I’ve been keeping an eye on them.” Ria looked at the long whip in her hand, some tentacles crawling up the whip to the other side, corroding the whip and causing black flakes to fall down.

The tentacles gradually swelled and soon coalesced into a creature resembling an owl.

It stood on the whip like a cat, its limbs clinging to the long whip as it crawled forward. The moment it disappeared from the spot where it stood, it spread its wings and pounced directly at the animal trainer opposite it.

The moment the person saw it, they seemed to recognize what it was: "A mythical creature!?"

"Awooo!!!" At that moment, Little Swarth opened his mouth wide, his mouth full of sharp teeth, and strong acid seeped from his whole body.

"Shh-"

The animal trainer immediately dodged, causing little Swarth to miss her target. She pointed at the investigators and said, "Go and attack them right now!"

Little Swarth remained motionless, instead revealing a smile as if he were about to witness death. He shook his feathers, and the strong acid he had thrown off splattered on the ground, creating craters.

The tamer's leg was also splashed with the splatter. Seeing the flesh on her leg corroding, she immediately and without hesitation took out a knife, cut off that part of the flesh, and threw it at Little Swarth.

It didn't even glance at the thing.

"Why, why isn't my ability working!"

The beast tamer had no idea how his tactician's abilities could fail.

(End of this chapter)