Free Web NovelChapter 928: Chapter 459: Pray to Him!
Snicker.
Upon hearing it, Kathy couldn’t help but snicker; even children wouldn’t fall for such nonsense.
He’s not a Divine.
Not even Ancestor Spirit could save us, could he really do it?
But, if he really were Divine, then he definitely wouldn’t be here to save her.
Kathy knew Cyril meant well, trying to offer them comfort, but she never truly believed him from the start.
Yes, she didn’t believe it at all.
"I really don’t believe it..."
Yet, in a moment of desperation, an unrealistic thought flickered in her mind.
What if it’s true?
If it’s true, why not pray without hope?
Given the current situation, even if it turns out to be a scam, it’s not really a loss, right?
"..."
Kathy stayed silent for an unknown period, suddenly closed her eyes, and began to pray silently in her heart.
The young shaman, with her last bit of strength, devotedly prayed to this unknown existence whose presence wasn’t even certain.
"Herbert, please save me, save our clan..."
"Please, save us!"
She didn’t know what she was thinking, but she kept calling out in her heart.
Again and again.
After calling out countless times, she finally resigned herself and sighed.
"Nothing happened after all; I’m really crazy to believe that old man’s nonsense..."
"Cough, cough, forget it, let it be..."
But just as the despondent Kathy was about to give up, she suddenly heard a voice, like an illusion.
["Hmm?"]
The voice was gentle, carrying a touch of surprise within the calmness, talking to someone unknown.
["Someone really prayed to me? Wait, where did I get a follower?"]
Kathy: !!?
"You! You... Uh!!?"
The next second, she couldn’t reply before suddenly sitting up on the bed.
In the next moment, she saw with her own eyes that her hand was moving on its own.
Lifting, and then—without hesitation, reaching towards her chest.
Kathy: ???
...
...
"Woman?"
"Uh... this feeling, a young girl? No, a girl perhaps."
Herbert divided his attention, noticing that the perspective was significantly lower than usual, realizing his consciousness had entered a small body.
"Having been inhabited so many times, now it’s finally my turn to enter someone else’s body? And it’s a little girl..."
["I think you have a bit of a perversion."]
"What are you talking about? I’m just objectively stating the current situation."
"Her body... is very weak, a puncture wound in the abdomen, severe blood loss; her body temperature has dropped by at least two degrees."
"And she managed to stay standing? Perhaps her constitution is stronger than I expected. Wait, what is this!!?"
Herbert’s shocked exclamation left Nenasha stupefied.
["Hmm? What’s wrong?"]
"Tail! Damn! It’s a tail!!!"
Herbert touched the tail at his back, utterly shocked.
This is what having a tail feels like!!?
["To be honest, I’ve always felt you have an inexplicable fascination with tails, but that’s really none of my business."]
"Stop talking nonsense, it’s definitely your influence! How could I have such an unusual preference... Hmm?"
Just as Herbert was about to toy with it, he suddenly realized something.
"Wait, tail, tail... does it mean?"
He raised his hand and touched the ear position—feeling a furry texture.
"So it is, truly a Beastman... could it be the clan mentioned by Ice and Snow Goddess?"
Herbert pondered and looked around.
"Could it be such a coincidence?"
"... no, it should be them, otherwise there wouldn’t be a connection between us."
Having made up his mind, Herbert planned to step out to assess the situation.
As he took a step, his knee buckled, almost causing him to crash to the ground.
"Hmm?"
Fortunately, this girl’s body was astonishingly resilient, especially her balance, helping Herbert stabilize himself at the last second.
"Oh yes, she has injuries too, Nenasha, what should we do?"
["What else can we do? It’s hopeless, just await death."]
"Oh, why be mad at her? You surely have a way."
["Hmph, I don’t care, if you want to save her, find your own method! You can do it either way!"]
"Can I do it?"
Herbert thought for a bit, an idea flashed through his mind, praying for the Harmonious God to bestow him the healing powers.
Buzz—
In the next instant, accompanied by a faint buzz, a gleam of light suddenly illuminated the dark tent.
It was indeed a very weak glow.
Weaker than a candle flame, seemingly about to extinguish at a gust of wind.
Yet, this feeble light in Herbert’s eyes signified another meaning—the method was viable.
"Although it’s weak, supplementing a bit should be enough."
The Holy Light Power adhered to the wound, transforming into regenerative force, rapidly closing the injury.
The largest wound in the abdomen was forcibly stitched closed under Herbert’s proficient holy power, appearing healed.
While there’s a risk of reopening under intense activity, it’s far better than it was before.
Regarding his sewing skills... under critical circumstances, worrying about scars is out of the question.
Living on is the prerequisite to considering such trivial matters.
After confirming the wound’s stability, Herbert removed the bandaging "plant bandage" to reveal the bloody wound below.
