"Natural disaster..."
"reverse!"
The world seemed to freeze at that moment. With that sound, the world seemed to turn upside down. The sky became the earth, tree roots grew upwards, and waterfalls flowed back uphill...
And the lightsaber's blade was pointed directly at the twenty-four-winged angel!
...
In the distant city of Mirror Lake, Pope Paul was restless. He opened his hand and looked at the blood-stained golden sculpture in his hand. In an instant, he lost his strength and collapsed to the ground.
His face also turned deathly pale...
He couldn't understand what was happening; the divine power to foresee things from afar, granted by God, had become useless at this moment!
In a daze, he heard the Lord's divine revelation!
"Paul, I'm wounded. She's very weak. Kill her as much as you can. I need some rest..."
"No, no! Lord!!" Paul cried hysterically, "What has happened! Why can't I use your divine gifts!?"
The Lord's voice grew fainter and fainter: "The evil within her has awakened. I need more energy to save my life, Paul. Go and kill Elsie... If you cannot... then execute the Kingdom Plan..."
"Heaven...can only we enter Heaven?" Paul knelt in devout worship.
He wiped away the tears in his eyes, and then the voice of the Lord came.
“I am merciful, and I will try my best to let most people enter heaven, but if I cannot kill Elsie, then only you can… This is such a pity.”
"Yes!" Paul said dejectedly, "That's such a pity."
"The immortal kingdom of heaven, Lord... You are merciful, I believe in You!"
Praise be to you, my Lord!
...
[Judging by the kill results... excellent!]
The effect of the catastrophe reversal far exceeded Elsie's expectations; in fact, she never imagined that it would almost kill a twenty-four-winged angel!
The blade of light itself could not harm the twenty-four-winged angel.
But it can kill Elsie.
Reversal means transforming a unit that is destined to die into that "master"!
It's a bit of a pity, though. The activation of the natural disaster reversal requires magic as a contract medium. All the magic she just exhausted only severely injured the twenty-four-winged angel, allowing Him to escape.
At that moment, the chains of light that bound Elsie turned to dust and scattered with the wind...
"..." El hoped that the corpses of angels falling from the sky would rain down like raindrops.
[Assessing the strength of friend and foe; the result is: The enemy is as insignificant as an ant!]
It's time for the sanctuary to fall off the stage of history!
"Elsie!" A member of the Sanctuary shouted to her from afar.
Oh no! This is bad!
“Indeed!” Elsie was greatly troubled.
Because the one who called out to him was the paladin Plato!
Despite his enhanced perception, he still retained two-thirds of his magical power, while his own magical power was completely depleted. It would take him at least a year or two to recover to his peak condition.
[Now let's assess the enemy's strength... The enemy is like a god!]
Do I need to record the defeated CG now?
"Didn't the assassin kill him?" Elsie wondered. He clearly had the opportunity to kill Plato, but he gave it up.
Unexpectedly, Plato did not attack her. Instead, he shouted at her, "Alan, leading the Holy Sword Faction, is heading towards Orwick! Run! Now!"
He actually let me escape!
"My lord," Kaelin rode her horse, Absolute Breath, to Elsie's side, "we should go."
It really is time to leave. Whatever Plato's purpose may be, now that I think about it, the Holy Sword Sect should be on their way.
[If not now, when?]
"It's moistened!" Elsie was pulled onto her horse by Kaelin and they headed towards the west gate.
Watching Elsie leave, Plato leaned on a nearby stone to stand up.
He ignored the army of angels scattered across the ruins, the skin of the female angels completely burned by lightsabers.
But the flesh beneath the skin dries up instantly, as if something has been drawn away, just like Hans Christian Andersen.
"Lord?" Plato threw the holy book on the ground and smiled bitterly, "Go to hell."
That child named Elsie, she looks just like a child!
Just like the Demon King we killed back then!
"I can't believe I can obey the Lord and do that kind of thing again!" Plato pulled at his hair, his face contorted in pain.
"Damn it, I should have known!"
"I can't go back, I can never go home again."
They were brought into this world by the Lord, who told them they could return after completing their mission.
At first, some people refused, but the Lord mercifully took back their bodies and allowed them to return. The rest were this group of people.
But he always felt that it wasn't a return, and now he increasingly suspected that the Lord had directly taken their souls back!
"This is a conspiracy!"
Anyway... we should think of other ways to get home now, even if it means risking our lives to visit the Elf World.
“We have truly suffered many misfortunes…” Plato gazed at Lorania, who had been fighting the assassins.
He showed no signs of life. He had already been severely injured and fainted, and should have been in a state of apparent death, but now his body was shriveled up.
Something drained his life force!
"Was it done by the Lord?" Plato couldn't help but wonder.
"Damn it...only the corpse of Qitatu is alive."
Plato dragged his body to the headless Qitatu. Perhaps because he hadn't had time to extract the life force, Qitatu's body still retained about 70% of its life essence.
That was Plato's innate ability after his time travel; he could clearly see the essence of a person's life, which was also the reason why he was able to master the ancient human secret technique, "Resurrection."
There seem to be similarities and connections between them.
“If there is still some remnant of your soul, then it should not be too late.” Plato first used an improved healing technique to stimulate the corpse’s hidden activity and restore its integrity.
"Qitatu, do not succumb to death!"
Plato unleashed a resurrection spell in his hand, and the magic power within his body was rapidly depleting. Fortunately, he had deliberately conserved his strength in the previous battle.
Now, he could only pray that the resurrection spell worked and wasn't some kind of scam.
As the spell ended, Plato sat weakly on the ground, panting.
Suddenly, Qitatu in front of me moved!
"Chitatu!" Plato exclaimed, his eyes wide with delight. "That's wonderful! That's wonderful!"
Qitatu touched his face and noticed Plato beside him.
"Qitatu, welcome back."
With a smile, Cittadula thrust his longsword through Plato's chest: "Then I must thank you properly!"
"You!" Plato stared in disbelief at the blood-stained sword on his chest, the sword absorbing his life and magic!
"You are not... him..."
Plato's vision blurred, and the last thing he saw was Qitatu's eyes, a blend of red and blue...
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