Chapter 535

Chapter 535: Resurrection Prayer

The edge of the sky was tinged with a faint white light, heralding the arrival of dawn.

Lolan Hill and ‘Red Cloak’ sped through the mountainous area and fields. By now, they could hear the crowing of roosters from nearby villages. If another hour passed, some industrious villagers might rise and venture out. It would then be unsuitable for them to travel so swiftly.

When they were about 4-5 miles away from the town, Lohil suddenly felt a warm sensation emanating from the pale yellow pendant around her wrist, a signal of imminent danger.

She turned her gaze to ‘Red Cloak’, who had furrowed his brows and then shouted, “Speed up!”

With those words, the captain’s figure shot forward like an arrow, turning into a deep crimson glow streaking across the pale night sky.

Seeing this, Lohil had no choice but to accelerate. Unfortunately, she couldn’t use the power of the Nature Sequence, so she could only barely keep up with ‘Red Cloak’ using the Necromancer Sequence.

Gradually, the scenery beside them rapidly receded. In front of them, the corner of the town appeared. The golden sunlight of dawn rose from the horizon, illuminating the chimneys and reflecting a faint halo off the dark gray smoke.

There were few people on the street. As the two entered the town from the sky, one after the other, there were exclamations and shouts. However, they did not pay attention to these reactions and headed straight for the previous inn.

At this moment, the windows of the inn were wide open, and the room was empty, with a few words left on the table:

“The other party wants to escape; we have chased westward.”

“Trouble is coming.”

‘Red Cloak’ muttered under his breath, leaping onto the balcony in one swift motion.

“I will chase them. You return to the Dominica Diocese and request reinforcements. There must be more behind them than just these few individuals. It’s too dangerous for you to follow,” he said.

Lolan Hill quickly pondered. If she returned at this moment, the team’s combat effectiveness might be insufficient, leading to casualties.

“I’ll go with you. Going alone to the diocese, I can’t explain myself clearly. Besides, I’m not that weak; I won’t be a hindrance,” Lohil replied, seeing that ‘Red Cloak’ did not agree with her idea.

Seeing that ‘Red Cloak’ was not convinced, Lohil held up the doll in her arms.

“Don’t worry about me. Yi Xue is very strong.”

The doll girl opened her eyes, and the fluctuations of necromancy power surged, stopping at the level of Sequence 7. If it continued to rise, it might startle those around her.

If Yi Xuegelin were to fully utilize her power, she could reach the level of Sequence 8. However, necromancy was still too conspicuous in the continent. Below Sequence 6, it was fine, but anything above would attract attention from all sides. They were all potential war machines.

“Then do your best to keep up,” seeing Lohil’s agreement, ‘Red Cloak’ no longer wasted time, sprinting under the sky with increased speed.

This captain was an elite of the Demon Sequence 7, who had always suppressed the soul core inside him with special items. Now, he finally unleashed it.

Seeing this, Lohil took a deep breath and followed.

In the northwest of the town, in a remote mountain area.

Black Bull knelt on one knee, holding a sword, with spears of light piercing his body, bleeding profusely. He was breathing heavily, his body swaying as if about to collapse, emitting a low, beast-like growl of frustration.

On the other side, ‘Cosmetician’ wielded a transparent gem short sword, swiftly carving golden imprints in the air. Her incantations rushed forth, forming a complex circular shield in front of her, enveloping her and Black Bull behind her.

About 100 meters ahead on the mountainside, 13 people in light gray clothes were performing a joint spell.

Golden particles rose like wind, soaring through the mountains and converging in the air, forming sharp lances.

White flames burned, and rings of light encircled the lances before shooting out.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh—

The lances tore through the air, colliding with the shield, causing intense sparks and continuous tremors, sounding like a dense series of firecrackers.

The light of the shield rapidly dimmed, and several lances pierced through it.

Piercing flesh sounds echoed in the forest.

Gag—

‘Cosmetician’ felt darkness cloud her vision, pain surging through her body. Her legs gave way, and three fist-sized blood holes appeared on her abdomen, chest, and thigh.

Her slender white fingers struggled to grip the black soil beneath her. She tried to cast another spell, but her left hand did not respond. Turning back, she saw the gem short sword was already meters away behind her.

Everything began to blur, her mind clouded. She wanted to say something, but even a single syllable was beyond her.

All earthly powers and perceptions started to leave her.

Is this what death feels like?

She slowly collapsed among the dust and dead branches, hearing someone’s angry roar in her ear.

—

When ‘Red Cloak’ arrived, he saw faint golden flames rising from Black Bull’s body, flames burning his soul core and releasing everything.

He was struggling towards the enemy, while behind him lay a bloodied corpse.

Anger surged like thunder in his heart, and he let out a long, mournful cry.

The enemies on the mountainside were drawn by the sudden sound, with eight of them reassembling the light spears and aiming them at the charging deep red figure.

Rings flashed, spears shot, and the sound of breaking the air rang out, exploding in the forest.

Unfortunately, these attacks were all dodged. His body seemed to have no inertia, twisting in the air and swiftly closing in on the group.

The dangerous and oppressive aura made everyone fearful. The others shifted their focus, no longer paying attention to the struggling Black Bull or the fallen Cosmetician.

Chants rose from their mouths, like the hymns of a church choir, solemn and sacred.

A thick light wall rose in front of them, isolating everything like a sighing barrier.

A faint red glint pierced through this barrier, like an unbound fish, quickly flashing and disappearing. As a specialized clearing agency, they were well-versed in such defensive measures.

Three enemies wearing light gray robes fell to the ground with a drop of blood on their foreheads.

When Lohil arrived at the scene, she saw ‘Red Cloak’ engaged in battle with the enemy. She turned her gaze to the fallen figures.

Quickly approaching, the robust figure let out a hoarse growl.

“Check on her first. Can she be saved? I… can hold on for a bit.”

These few words seemed to cost him great effort.

Lolan Hill knelt down and placed her hand on Cosmetician’s forehead, feeling the coldness.

She shivered, continuing to sense her condition. The other party had stopped breathing due to excessive blood loss.

If it were any other angel sequence priest, they could declare that the person was completely dead unless it was an angel sequence 8 specialist in healing.

Lolan Hill quickly considered strategies and possibilities. Although this teammate was already dead, her body was intact, and the cause of death was due to blood loss, which meant there was still hope.

It didn’t look good. She could only take the risk.

At this point, there was no time to hide. She placed the doll girl aside, clasped her hands, and pure white light radiated around her.

Both sides fighting sensed a pause in the mana in the air, then all converging towards another direction.

The girl kneeling on the ground praying slowly spread a pair of white wings behind her. Angelic sequence mana gathered in the sky, forming a shape like an hourglass.

Under the enhancement of divine talent, the mana underwent complex transformations, changing from pale white to bright white, then solidifying into white sand grains, and finally emitting a faint golden hue.

Layer upon layer of transformation and elevation culminated in a drop of colorless, transparent liquid floating in the air.

‘Resurrection Prayer’

When it appeared, everything around it came alive. Green buds sprouted from dead leaves, new branches grew on withered bark, and even some mushrooms emerged like silk threads.

This drop of liquid fell onto Cosmetician’s forehead and vanished instantly.

As if the gray world turned colorful, blood appeared faintly on the woman’s body. The missing wounds and blood holes gradually disappeared, healing and restoring her.

After a long while, hearing the increasingly steady breathing, the silver-haired girl next to her finally let out a sigh of relief.

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