The first wave of demon hunters and soldiers carried out a very successful surprise attack.
Near midday, in a very well-hidden rift valley in the northeastern part of the Dea Plateau, over half of the demons’ territory had already been captured.
Casualties were heavy, and the sounds of battle and shouting echoed toward the sky.
With the help of standard-issue equipment specialized for dealing with demons, the demon hunters maintained a one-to-seven loss ratio.
Each of them was as fearless as if they had been injected with adrenaline, causing the already fractured demon forces to collapse even faster.
At the same time, behind the front lines, as the second wave of reinforcements began to surround the entire rift valley to provide support, a steady stream of wounded was sent to the rear.
“New batch of wounded sent over, get the fifth group in here!”
Inside the temporary rescue station, priests held mana recovery potions in one hand while their other hand continuously cast healing spells from the Goddess of Life’s skill tree.
The agonizing screams of the wounded rose and fell in succession.
Although the priests all looked frantic and overwhelmed, everything was actually under control.
Based on past experience, the priests’ supply of mana recovery potions would not last very long because continuous healing was simply too taxing.
They would likely exhaust their mana in about 2 hours, after which they could only use meditation to slowly recover.
During meditation, there was no way to guarantee the lives of the wounded other than using natural herbs.
They would have to wait for their mana to recover or for the third wave of reinforcements to bring up more supplies.
However, 3 hours had now passed, and there was even a surplus of mana recovery potions in the rescue station.
There was also no temporary shortage of priests.
It could be said that the entire rescue station had maintained a very reasonable workload from beginning to end.
This was all thanks to Truth.
‘I thought the gap between me and the Lady Saintess was at most a difference in our affinity for the Element of Life, but I didn’t expect to be completely outclassed in every single way…’
Outside the rescue station, a priestling who had just finished her shift and received a ten-minute break sat on the grass.
Before her eyes, a massive ball of mist with a radius of about 5 meters was constantly flashing with flecks of green light.
“The Lady Saintess really is more than meets the eye,” another priestling who had just finished her shift said as she sat down beside her, looking at the mist with emotion.
“She’s clearly still so small, yet she’s taken the greatest responsibility upon herself. And can she even handle it? This kind of healing efficiency is a bit too much, even for a Saintess, isn’t it?”
In an instant, Truth’s status in the hearts of the two priestlings reached its peak.
At the same time, they understood why the Saintess was so popular — Truth’s healing efficiency could almost match twenty priests of the same rank!
Nearly thirty wounded were currently lying within the ball of mist.
All of the injuries on their bodies were enveloped by the Mist Healing Art, while Truth knelt in the center, continuously releasing mist to maintain the sphere.
Once a wounded person was out of mortal danger, soldiers would carry them into the rescue station to be cared for by other priests, and a new wounded person would quickly be put in the vacant spot.
Combined with her incredibly high affinity for the Element of Life, Truth’s healing efficiency was almost approaching the Third Rank.
The soldiers responsible for transporting the wounded had originally thought about trying to set up bunk beds for the wounded before sending them into the mist to further utilize the space, but they later found that they were actually running out of wounded people.
This was the first time they had ever seen a surplus of logistics and healing resources…
Indeed, Truth’s healing efficiency was already equal to that of the entire rescue station.
This far exceeded everyone’s imagination.
But this was not even Truth’s limit.
As a Life Saintess who was not even a Second Rank… no, she had already broken through to the Second Rank 2 hours ago… as a Life Saintess who had just reached Level 24, what Truth was currently doing was already very restrained.
To accommodate the limits of these NPCs’ imaginations, Truth did not cover the entire rift valley with mist as she had done with the Deya Magic Academy Arena.
Instead, she restricted the Mist Healing Art to a hemispherical ball of mist with a radius of 5 meters.
‘Well, as a Saintess, it’s very reasonable to be able to cast a large-scale healing spell.’
The crowd thought the same way.
It was still somewhat reasonable.
However, there was one thing that Truth had not considered at all that was absolutely mind-blowing to them: how could a low-rank Saintess maintain a large-scale AOE healing spell for 4 hours straight without ever replenishing her mana?
This was no longer a question of whether a Saintess could do it.
Maintaining a high-intensity, large-scale AOE healing spell for 4 hours — it seemed like even a Mid-tier Priest couldn’t do that, right?!
Tia was a prime example.
Inside the rescue station, although Tia’s Mist Healing Art was not as proficient as Truth’s, it was no problem for her to heal two or three demon hunters at once.
With her Four Rank mana storage, Tia had only been able to heal for 1 hour before she had to start replenishing her mana.
She soon received curious questions from the other priestlings.
“High Priest, why is it that the Lady Saintess, who is at a lower level than you and uses the same mist-style healing spell, can last longer and maintain a larger scale?”
‘You’re a bit weak, aren’t you? Does a Four Rank have less endurance than a Second Rank?’
“Uh… perhaps because she is the Saintess and has the Lady Goddess’s blessing?” Tia defended herself in a low voice.
She was more aware of the answer to this question than anyone else.
‘What else could it be? It must be the Master Hidden One making a move!’
That guy really… he doesn’t even know how to act properly.
Wanting to save more people is a good thing, and Tia knew that Truth was inherently kind, but she shouldn’t use the Master Hidden One’s power so openly!
A Second Rank priest healing for 4 hours straight without using any recovery items and using an AOE healing spell on top of it — even the Goddess of Life wouldn’t believe that!
So, taking advantage of her break, Tia hurried over to Truth and said, “Lady Saintess, basically all of the wounded can be treated properly now. You can rest for a bit. You must not overwork yourself and leave behind any hidden injuries!”
“No.”
Truth refused decisively.
‘Don’t bother me while I’m farming experience, okay?’
‘How annoying,’ Tia thought, gritting her teeth slightly.
‘Does she really love saving the dying and helping the injured that much? No wonder this girl could become the Saintess! But how did the Master Hidden One take an interest in Truth in the first place? Logically, it should be impossible for the Master Hidden One to let someone with such overflowing compassion become his Envoy, right?’
‘Truth, don’t forget that you were the Master Hidden One’s Envoy before you became the Saintess!’
Tia leaned in a bit closer and whispered in Truth’s ear, “If you don’t rest, then based on the amount of mana you’re consuming, these soldiers are going to start treating you like the Goddess of Life herself has descended.”
“Mana consumption?”
Truth tilted her head, finding those words somewhat familiar.
It took her a moment to remember what they meant.
‘Oh no! I haven’t even thought about mana consumption since I reached a High-Rank level…’
‘Sorry, I’ve been a King Rank for too long. I forgot that during the early grinding stages, you have to be careful with every bit of mana…’
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