A Hospital in Another World?-Chapter 884: So the Church Wants to Kill Us?!

The Radiant Holy Sword slashed through the air.

From the farthest Bankton, to the largest city and church of Karea, and then to the nearest Dix, white light spots floated up, first sparse and gentle, then gradually gathering until the light became blazing and unbearable.

Almost two hundred miles of road, a divine array formed by six churches, from a high-altitude view, looked like a holy sword lying across the land.

"Tsk tsk tsk, it looks quite impressive..."

On the other side of the strait, a few small figures floated high in the clouds. One of them just made a clicking sound when another waved his hand from a distance, a gust of wind slapped his forehead:

"Quiet! Don't make any noise watching this scene, do you want that sword to turn and chop you?"

"Who's making a big noise..."

The one who spoke earlier grumbled unwillingly. Soon, he was shushed by the others in unison:

"Quiet! It's coming!"

From a very high altitude, a line of dawn advanced quickly from afar. Behind the advancing area, the ground brightened rapidly, like a large brush dipped in gold powder painting in vast swaths.

No matter how many times one sees such a scene, it always moves and captivates the soul. And when the line of dawn reached the connection of the divine array—

"Boom!"

It was as if an invisible giant hand lifted the Radiant Holy Sword. Upright, swung down—

Upward swing, the clouds were sliced open, layers of clouds scattered, revealing the clear high sky;

Downward slash, the sword spanned dozens of miles, the tip gently touching the center of the newly built Star Fortress outside Ostend City.

The heavy fortress was silently cut in half, the light sword sliced through the rock like a hot knife through butter, leaving a few meters wide gap in the center of the Star Fortress in an instant;

Horizontal sweep, white light suddenly exploded, a huge blast radiating from the Star Fortress.

The Star Fortress shattered, the city walls trembled, the church with half its spire blown off shook violently, and deep in the underground chamber came a despairing cry:

"No—"

"Boom!"

The second loud explosion. This time, the airwaves reversed, bricks and stones flew. The still standing Holy Lily Cathedral collapsed with a rumble. Along with the airwaves and bricks, a misty white light spread out, sweeping through the entire city.

"This power is quite impressive." Across the strait, the mages floating in the clouds admired:

"It’s been years since we've seen a divine array in action... This one Radiant Holy Sword falling must have drained half of the energy stored in those six churches?"

"This scene, we should bring the kids over to see... Especially little Garrett, it would be a shame if he missed this..."

"There will be opportunities in the future... I just wonder how the people executing the mission over there are doing now..."

The mages on a mission were ready. Those closest to the city heard layered whispers:

"My Lord—"

"My Lord—"

"My Lord, I praise You, I worship You, I adore You—"

"Mental attack! Plan Three!"

A mage shouted, reaching behind his collar and pulling hard. A web-like thing resembling silver threads rose up and was pulled forward to cover his head. He immediately sighed in relief:

"Alright, I can't hear it anymore... Indeed, the Church's brainwashing also includes some mental control spells, we must record this well..."

The other mages quickly donned their own silver nets. Those who couldn't react or whose eyes had started to glaze over were forcibly fitted with the nets by their comrades.

Whether or not the silver net left imprints on their noses, well, their lives and mental independence were more important!

It must be said, the mental attack shield developed by the Enchantment branch was highly effective. For non-direct impacts and weaker attacks, the silver net could almost completely block them.

Each mage had a shining silver web on their head. Equipped, they emerged from the trenches outside the city, each with an instrument, quickly adjusting and recording:

"500 meters from the blast center! Spell power, blue, reading 58!"

"800 meters from the blast center! Spell power, green, reading 95!"

"1000 meters from the blast center! Spell power, green, reading 37!"

"Don’t go any closer! Wait until the attack ends! We placed instruments at the center!"

"What if the instruments break?"

"If they break, they break! Instruments can break, but you can't withstand it in there!"

Most of those busy here were from the Conjuration and Evocation branches. Or rather, those still in Ostend City, including near the Star Fortress, were mostly mages, with only a few die-hard church loyalists trapped in the main cathedral and sealed by magic.

The rest, whether citizens, farmers, or soldiers, had been guided by the Earl of Ostend's knights to retreat five miles outside the city. Those who refused to leave, regretting their household possessions, were now hiding in ditches or behind hills, not daring to move.

Occasionally, someone would complain softly:

"How long do we have to stay here... it's cold and we're hungry..."

"Shut up! Do you want to die?"

The one who silenced him secretly turned his head to look at the small, vine-covered hut that looked like a dirt mound. Inside, a few strange people were sleeping:

These strange people had walked down the long street playing flutes. Some played lively and cheerful tunes, others played mournful and lingering ones, some played short bursts, making people feel like they were suffocating...

But no matter how they played, those who didn’t follow the knights, upon hearing the flute, inexplicably walked out of their homes like they were bewitched.

They lined up behind the flute players, stepping high and low, leaving the city and going to the hills outside.

Anyone who tried to run back was not stopped by the flute players, who simply raised the flute to their lips and played a few notes.

Then, everyone watched as the escapees returned to the line like puppets...

Even though the flute players did not hit, scold, or drown them in the river, the terror was such that no one wanted to experience it again. Only a few pleaded softly:

"My father is still in the city... he broke his leg and can't walk..."

"Don't worry, someone will handle it."

To the citizens, the flute-playing strange people, the Enchantment branch mages, sat down, hugging their flutes and closing their eyes. The council had long prepared evacuation plans, with another group of mages responsible for those who couldn't move...

As the Enchantment branch left, the Necromancy branch appeared. Each necromancer led a team of skeletons and small bone rats, spreading out through the streets and alleys.

The bone rats, small and agile, could crawl and squeeze anywhere, and most importantly, they missed no sign of life:

"Squeak! Squeak!"

The bone rats squealed. In the darkness, two skeletons wobbled forward. Soon, they pried off a door panel, carrying out a half-paralyzed old man.

Old men, the disabled, the immobile. Each necromancer led a team of skeletons, who carried them outside the city, then returned to pick up more.

Besides the necromancers’ black robes, floating like ghosts in the night, and the skeletal carriers, adding to the eerie visual, the evacuation was effective...

Moreover, the combination of Enchantment and Necromancy had a perfect deterrent effect. Now, many people were lying behind the hills, not daring to make noise or even breathe loudly. Peeking out, they watched Ostend City from afar:

Watching the dawn break, the Radiant Holy Sword fall, the airwaves fly, the church collapse...

All the citizens, especially the elderly farmers who had worshiped the Radiant Lord for generations and attended weekly services, gaped in disbelief at the path of the holy sword:

"So... they want to kill us..."

That one sword, the one that fell from the sky, slashed down mercilessly. If they had still been in the city when the sword fell, what would have happened?

Would they have been blown to pieces directly?

Would they have been hit by flying bricks and stones, bleeding and wailing for days before finally dying?

Or perhaps, crushed lightly by the sword, with no apparent damage but with their souls taken away?

That pure, radiant sword, surely from the Radiant Lord's church, when it fell, intended to kill them... Or rather, it wasn't aimed to kill them, but it didn't spare their lives either...

Why?

Why!

The church was destroyed, the rebellion against the Church was someone else’s doing; yet, in the eyes of the Church, even these innocent civilians deserved to die?

"Why!"

Suddenly someone cried out. A few mages looked at each other, shrugged. The Earl of Ostend seized the moment, jumping onto a stump, shouting:

"Everyone saw it! The Radiant Church doesn't care about your lives at all, their army comes, and we all die together! If you don't want to die, fight with me!"

"Don't be afraid! They can only launch such a grand spell once! As long as we rebuild the city and fortress, hold them off, we can survive! Let's go, rebuild the defenses!"

"Follow the Earl!"

His loyal knights immediately raised their arms. Then came the Earl's other warriors, followed by young citizens inflamed with righteous indignation:

"Follow the Earl!"

"Follow the Earl!"

"Hold off those bastards!"

Amidst the fervent shouts, a few mages whispered among themselves:

"Hey, the defenses can't be rebuilt that quickly, right?"

"Exactly

, with the holy sword's slash, the magical defenses are ruined, how long will it take to fix?"

"Ahem... there weren't any magical arrays to begin with..." Another informed person chuckled secretly:

"It was just dirt and rocks, arranged in a preliminary shape to make it easier to fill with magical materials later... As for the walls themselves, I heard the cement is on its way?"

"So... we used an empty city and a half-finished fortress... to trick the Church into using their big move?"

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