Chapter 303 - 196 Plantman Sprouts_1

Chapter 303: Chapter 196 Plantman Sprouts_1

Ange dripped the Holy Essence Liquid onto the baby’s severed leg, continuously casting Holy Light as the leg slowly started to grow back bit by bit.

Lisa held the baby with a pained expression: “Oh dear, who could do this? A wolf’s bite? Damned wolf, wait for Auntie to find some wolf skin to make you clothes. Who took you to the wolf’s den? You’re only three months old, how ruthless! Her father? Where’s her father? I’ll break his leg. What? The wolf killed him?” ViiSiit novelbi/n(.)c/(o)m for latest novels

Negris curiously circled the crystal monument, voicing his uncertainty: “Could this be the legendary Angel Descending Monument?”

Luther leaned in to ask: “Like a Holy Spirit Possession, like Shamara’s?”

“Yes, devout magicians can summon angels to descend upon them, their strength surges dramatically, it’s quite troublesome. This kind of surge is unpredictable. Some typically weak individuals, with the descent of an angel, can rip apart a Minotaur. It’s hard to estimate the enemy’s strength, so when battling with a magician of the Church of Light, one must unleash all their power.”

After a moment’s pause, Negris added: “However, the Holy Spirit Angel that Shamara is possessed by, she created it herself.”

“She created it? She made a Holy Spirit Angel? Is she that powerful?” Luther’s eyes nearly bulged out in shock.

“Otherwise, how could she be a Fallen Angel and a fake God,” Negris retorted.

Luther exclaimed, shocked: “I thought she was weak because she acted so obediently in front of Lord Nage, I was thinking of challenging her before. Who would’ve thought she was so powerful? Right, I just broke through to becoming a High-level Sword Saint, my realm is unstable, I need practice and testing, Lord Nage, please help me find a same-level opponent.”

After recalling from the Resting Palace and moving the Bronze Book to the field, he immediately saw the sick branch from the World Tree.

After obtaining the Insect Ash Liquid, Ange transplanted a sick branch of the World Tree to the field. Unlike regular World Trees, this branch was cut from the ancient World Tree and was already 91,000 years old.

Now, the branch was entirely clear of the blemishes it once had. The buds and leaves were sprouting fresh and green, obviously indicating that the transplantation was successful.

A fresh breakage pointed out where Ange had plucked the fruit he presented earlier from the branch.

“My God, Ange really cured the World Tree.” Negris had been prepared mentally when he saw the disease spots decreasing, but he was still greatly shocked when it was successful. His old friend, the World Tree, had been saved.

Seeing the projection onto his dragon form, Negris said with envy: “The little guy is really lucky to eat the Fruit of Life from childhood, I hope he can have a long life just like an elf.”

The little one stared with clear and wide eyes, clinging to Ange’s finger forcefully, seemingly oblivious to what was said.

At that moment, the Angel Descending Monument flickered again. A voice rang out: “The omnipotent Lord, your followers are suffering from the plague, please save us, gift us the Holy Water, and exterminate the dreadful dysentery.”

Along with this voice, another image appeared on the monument. It was from the first-person perspective again. In the center was a barrel filled with murky water.

Surrounding the barrel, apart from the viewpoint of the first-person, was a large group of ragged humans, all bowing their heads around the barrel.

“This is the cleanest water we could find. A few days ago, during the flood, a lot of people and livestock drowned. Then, dysentery broke out. Everyone was vomitting and having diarrhea. We quickly couldn’t hold out, almighty Lord. Buck, the faithful of Baki village, lead the surviving villagers in offering their most devout faith. Please eliminate the dysentery and save us.”