Free Web NovelChapter 929: Chapter 459: Pray to Him!
After the "stitching," with the residual Holy Power continuing to act, exposing the wound instead aids its healing.
Throwing aside the blood-soaked bandages, Herbert tugged at the corners of his mouth, muttering, "Hiss...Good thing I just wrapped it up, otherwise it would hurt even more when the blood dries."
Although this isn’t his body, he hasn’t felt any less of the pain.
In fact, since he currently controls the body, he accepts most of the pain, while the actual owner of the body only bears a tenth.
Thanks to Herbert’s emergency rescue, the "girl’s" face, pale from excessive blood loss, gained a touch of color, her eyes brightened, and she looked much healthier.
"For now, I can only manage this much."
Herbert controlled the girl’s body to move her joints a bit, determining that this condition could barely last three minutes.
Though three minutes is brief and not enough for anything in-depth, it’s sufficient for Herbert to roughly grasp the current situation and analyze some things.
——Hmm, this statement is a bit imprecise, three minutes is time, and for some friends, it might not be the same.
Three minutes is already wonderful~
"...Let’s take a look outside."
After noting a few pieces of information within the tent, Herbert stepped out, coming outside the room.
Then, he found that the girl wasn’t on the ground but was instead, along with other injured individuals, in a treehouse more than ten meters above the ground.
Herbert raised his head, gazing at the bright moon above the night sky.
Under the moonlight, the girl’s eyes changed color, lit up with gray pupils mixed with a golden halo, full of calmness.
Swish.
The sound of the girl’s footsteps caught the attention of others, and some kemonomimi applying herbal medicine to the wounded looked over.
"Kathy!!?"
"How did you get out!?"
"Return! Quickly go back! We don’t need you to keep pushing yourself!"
They appeared both old and young, dressed in blood-stained animal-hide clothes, all with various injuries.
But now, they were extremely anxious, angry at the girl’s reckless behavior.
"Quickly go back and rest! Your injuries...Huh!!?"
At this point, someone finally noticed the anomaly.
"You’re healed!!?"
The exclamation pierced through the chaos, freezing everyone’s expressions, staring at the girl’s abdomen as if they’d seen a ghost—then really saw the healed blood scab!
"That’s impossible!"
"You, you, you, you weren’t just before?"
"Didn’t the Great Shaman run out of herbs? No, I saw it myself, they were gone!"
"Ancestor Spirit manifested!!?"
Another exclamation silenced the crowd.
Ancestor Spirit manifested.
The Beast Ear Clan, having suffered a tragic fate, did not worship the Divine, but they were not without faith, choosing to worship their Clan’s Ancestor Spirits instead.
Currently, the miraculous change happening to Kathy looked just like the Ancestor Spirit finally manifesting.
"You, you, no, you...are? Are you the Ancestor Spirit?"
And at this moment, the Great Shaman, who had fainted from injury, suddenly opened his eyes wide.
As though guided by something, he stared and heavily knelt towards "Herbert"!
Thud!
"Ancestor Spirit above!!!"
"Ancestor Spirit!"
"Please, save us!!!"
Herbert turned to glance at the elderly kemonomimi kneeling on the ground, and the many kemonomimi who followed suit, furrowing his brow.
Just now, from the old man, he sensed a faint spirit body presence.
I’m the Ancestor Spirit?
You’re the Ancestor Spirit.
You plan to sacrifice everything, just to make me save them?
Herbert thought, not replying, and turned to look outside.
He looked towards the most blood-scented battlefield, where the battle still hadn’t ceased.
One group was beastman warriors, and the other was humans?
Judging by how they all wore arcane chains, so, is it our old friend, the slave merchants again?
This discovery made Herbert frown slightly.
This beastman race is so weak, they can’t even handle a group of slave merchants?
Or...the enemy is too strong?
He noticed that the slave merchants were quite strong, and shouldn’t be fighting collectively.
"So, there’s a more powerful leader behind them manipulating them?"
Herbert pondered and looked deeper into the forest, confirming a hooded figure lingering outside the battlefield.
Judging by aura, this is a powerful Evil God Fallen.
"Well, it’s none of my business, since they’re going to fall here, the Natural Pantheon probably won’t use them as leverage."
The beastman camp was covered with injuries, cries everywhere, quite a miserable sight, but Herbert, known by Cyril as a "model Paladin," wasn’t particularly moved.
The world is dangerous.
Such slaughter can occur at any corner of the world, all too common.
Moreover, he didn’t know much about both parties, so he wouldn’t make rash judgments.
Sighted things aren’t necessarily real.
What if this beastman group is actually evil villains? What if the "slave merchants" are the real righteous allies?
Though this speculation seems absurd, it’s not impossible.
Herbert indeed was recognized by the world as a Paladin, and gradually accepted this identity during this period.
But that doesn’t mean he’d impulsively step in like other colleagues.
In his past life, he’d seen too many true and false events, often being reversed, the quicker he intervened, the more likely he’d be stabbed in the back.
