“Ah! Help, my leg is pinned!”
“I think my arm is broken!”
“My hairstyle got messed up!…”
On the main road of West Street in Deya City, the Blasphemers had carried a large number of explosive props.
While fleeing, they blew up many buildings along the way to slow down the Demon Hunters’ pursuit, causing most of the surrounding civilians to suffer varying degrees of injury. Cries of anguish were everywhere…
Fortunately, the Church of the Goddess of Life was very close to the main road of West Street, so the priests could rush to the scene to provide aid as quickly as possible.
What reassured everyone even more was that the Ninth Saintess had also arrived immediately!
Meanwhile, at the spot where the chaos first erupted, the luxurious carriage engraved with the Royal Capital Church’s insignia remained steadily in place.
The coachman, who wore an Eighth-Rank Adventurer Badge on his chest, was carefully observing everything around.
After a long while, he spoke toward the inside of the carriage:
“Lady Kashan, the Ninth Saintess has already started treating the people with her group. Her appearance is exactly as Lady Aisia described—a very unique silver-white hair color, and the Healing Spell she uses is also a very rare kind of mist.”
“Mist? That sounds about the same as what the soldiers in the military camp described.” From inside the carriage, a somewhat serious female voice sounded—it was the voice of Chief Priest Kashan.
During their rest at the Fourth Frontline, Kashan and her group had heard from many soldiers and Demon Hunters about the glorious deeds of the Ninth Saintess, Truth.
It was said that, relying solely on her Second Rank strength, she had reduced the death rate of new recruits at the Fourth Frontline from ninety percent to ten percent.
She would cast Group Healing Spell for an entire afternoon, and her healing efficiency as a single person nearly matched the entire First Aid Station!
If that were true, then Truth could basically be locked in as the strongest Saintess among Humans.
After all, her performance at Second Rank was already so incredible that it was unimaginable what she would be like in the future!
“Help me observe the Ninth Saintess’s performance next, and see if she is as impressive as those soldiers claimed.”
Kashan did not choose to step out of the carriage, but instead had her Eighth-Rank Protector go check on the situation.
Thus, the latter’s eyes emitted a brilliant golden light, taking in the entire view of the Ninth Saintess and the surrounding disaster situation.
‘Hmm, the Ninth Saintess looks very flustered. Is it because the battle broke out so unexpectedly? Hmm… hasn’t she already tempered herself on the battlefield? She shouldn’t be this flustered, right?’
‘And then there’s her special Healing Spell, exactly as the soldiers said—it can treat many injured at once with high efficiency… But why is the Saintess’s complexion getting paler and paler?’
The Eighth-Rank Protector suddenly noticed that the Ninth Saintess had shown signs of Power depletion after just a short while.
What was going on? Wasn’t she supposed to be able to heal continuously for an entire day without needing to drink Mana Recovery Potions?
“Um… Lady Kashan…” the Eighth-Rank Protector said toward the back.
“What’s wrong?”
“The Ninth Saintess… she seems a bit drained?”
“Ah, great! I never thought I would be treated by the Saintess!”
“Thank you, Holy Maiden! Praise the Holy Maiden!”
“So cool, so comfortable… Is this the Saintess’s Healing Spell…”
At the West Street Crossroads, under Little Mist’s “lead,” almost all the priests in Deya City had come here to cooperate with the Enforcers in emergency rescue.
When Little Mist had just been pushed to the chaotic scene by a few Priestlings, at first she thought of finding an excuse to escape for fear of being exposed.
But the next second, the eager gazes of the people trapped under the rubble turned to Little Mist:
“Great! The Holy Maiden is here! We’re saved!”
“Holy Maiden above, please save my child first!”…
“Uh…” The moment she saw this scene, something inside Little Mist was instantly stirred.
‘If I run away now, how is that any different from leaving people to die?! I am the will incarnation of Mist’s Authority, the supreme existence of all priests in the world!’
‘What is a priest’s duty? To save people! To spread selfless love across the world. If I stand by and do nothing now, then that’s… that’s uh… how is that any different from Truth?!’
So after just a few seconds of thought, Little Mist made her decision:
“Alright, even though I’m only acting as the Ninth Saintess for now, since I’m pretending, I’ll see it through to the end. Isn’t it just saving people? That’s my specialty!”
Then, Little Mist activated the Saintess Anklet on her right ankle to trigger the Blessing of the Goddess of Life, allowing her to manipulate the Element of Life to the maximum. Although doing so would most likely attract the attention of the Goddess of Life, she didn’t care anymore!
After thinking about the next course of action for a moment, Little Mist shouted:
“Gather all the injured around me!”
This situation was a perfect opportunity for the Group Healing Spell “Hidden Healing Mist” to shine. Moreover, she could use “Perception Regulation” to reduce the pain of the seriously injured. It could be said that Little Mist’s skill set existed precisely for this moment!
When a few injured were carried to Little Mist first, she raised both hands and exerted all her strength to cast Mist Healing Art, enveloping the surrounding injured. Gradually, the pale faces of the injured became rosy, and then…
There was no “then.”
Just as the injured’s faces became rosy, Little Mist’s Mist Healing Art suddenly stopped! And the reason for the stop was simple—Little Mist’s Blue Bar was insufficient…
After maintaining Mist Healing Art for less than ten seconds, Little Mist felt her whole body go weak, unable to exert any strength:
“Buh—… my Power… is insufficient…”
Only then did Little Mist remember something very important. She hurriedly opened her Status Panel:
[Attributes: Life 48, Physique 52, Power 99, Intelligence 72, Strength 22, Agility 31, Faith 2342]
“I actually forgot that Truth never added any Attribute Points besides Faith. Once I step out of the Mist, my current Power level… is completely at level one!”
As Power depletion reached its limit, Little Mist’s head drooped, and she fell backward…
“Holy Maiden!” A few Priestlings rushed over in time to support Little Mist.
They immediately saw her condition and quickly poured a High-Grade Mana Recovery Potion into her mouth.
“Gulp… gulp…”
After drinking an entire bottle of High-Grade Mana Recovery Potion, Little Mist finally recovered a bit:
“I feel like I can do it again!”
Not wanting to disappoint the disciples’ hopes, without hesitation, Little Mist cast Mist Healing Art again.
But this time, she only lasted a little over five seconds before falling backward again…
“Holy Maiden!” The Priestlings supported Little Mist again and poured another High-Grade Mana Recovery Potion into her mouth…
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