A Hospital in Another World?-Chapter 891: The Magicians Have Opened the Portal!

"Earl, when will this siege end?"

"Yes, how much longer do we have to hold on?"

"The holy water is already used up! Jimmy cut two gashes as long as his hand on his leg yesterday, the flesh turned out, and there was no holy water to use. We could only inject some sort of medicine and wrap it in gauze..." 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

"How much food is left in the city? Enough for half a month? Not enough? How about ten days?"

"The autumn harvest outside has already begun... Here, we can only plant a little on the small patches of land behind the houses, which is far from enough to eat... Even that has been mostly destroyed..."

Count Ostend remained silent for a long time. Ever since he drew his sword and raised an army, or rather, since he decided to participate in the conflict of the Nevis nobles, he had anticipated this day.

The siege would grow tighter, the attacks more intense, and reinforcements increasingly scarce...

In fact, for the past month, there have been people patrolling the sea day and night, with the holy light illuminating the waves like daylight.

Just yesterday, the count saw two ships attempting to force their way into the port, only to be blasted apart by the aerial patrolling Sky Knight and the Archbishop.

Grains, bandages, small glass bottles, all sorts of supplies spun in the waves before gradually sinking, sinking, sinking...

The count's heart seemed to sink along with them, submerged in the cold sea, pitch-black, and unable to breathe.

To deliver supplies to them, fishing boats and small skiffs smuggled them in at night, pretending to be corpses lying on the battlefield's edge, sneaking through the trenches under the cover of darkness. Over these days, the losses have increased, and the successful deliveries have decreased...

"Can the Nevis coalition break through the encirclement and save us?" he murmured. Another question lingered on his tongue, but he dared not voice it:

"Will the Kent Kingdom, the Magic Council, come to our rescue?"

"Have the magicians arrived?" Outside the kingdom army's encirclement, Earl William Orange wiped the sweat from his forehead and craned his neck to look.

During this period, he had tried every tactic with his army: frontal assaults, side harassment, arson, breaching dikes, destroying water sources...

Small squads, sending in one or two people, could succeed occasionally. But a large force, trying to thoroughly defeat the kingdom army and break the siege of Ostend, that...

That was simply impossible.

Moreover, Earl Orange feared that if they did launch a full assault and got trapped inside Ostend, a single divine spell from the church could spell disaster.

... Better to wait for those magicians! Divine spells and such, they truly couldn't withstand on their own!

"Hey, we have arrived." As he was thinking, a breeze blew past, swirling around his body, lifting a lock of his hair, and then turned into a man and a woman.

The man held something that looked like an astrolabe and immediately began measuring the surroundings upon landing. The female magician, more outgoing, greeted the earl with a smile:

"The council has made arrangements. We need your help to launch a feigned attack tonight to cover our entry into the city."

"What about us?" the earl asked hastily. The female magician smiled and waved at him:

"Don't worry, you won't be harmed. At most, you'll need to coordinate and protect yourselves. The divine spells won't fall on your heads... Relax!"

That night, the Nevis resistance launched a massive attack. Meanwhile, on another front, the council's envoys, cloaked in invisibility spells, leisurely slipped through the blockade.

Count Ostend received a heap of supplies with great joy. In absolute terms, it wasn't much, only about 4000 pounds; but in terms of quality, it was all dried meat, whale oil, sugar, mixed butter, and the like.

Distributed among everyone, it was enough for all the soldiers to have a few good meals.

"This is so timely!" He called his men to quickly distribute the supplies, feeling a bit embarrassed:

"Actually... do you have any healing potions... Many of our soldiers are only holding on with that injection..."

"Penicillin injection," the female magician gently corrected. Without waiting for the count to nod, she beamed:

"Don't worry about the healing potions. That's why we're here. Take us to the Holy Lily Cathedral. If the calculations of our grand magicians at home are correct and we set things up properly, you won't have to worry about healing for a while!"

This "not worrying" better not mean everyone will die, so there's no need to worry...

Count Ostend grumbled inwardly but had no other choice and led them over. The male magician, hugging his instrument, didn't say a word and dove into the ruins. The female magician, while bending down to tie her trousers, smiled at the count:

"By the way, you'd better evacuate the ordinary citizens temporarily, keep them away from here. Better yet, evacuate the entire city to the Star Fort. If there's a small explosion or something, we won't be hurt, but they might be."

She too dove in. The count anxiously returned to command, frequently glancing back at the city. He waited all night, then another full day, and the ruins remained quiet, with no strange movements at all.

By the next morning, as the first ray of sunlight hit the ruins, a beam of white light shot up—

It exploded, spread out, and fell. From Count Ostend to every citizen and soldier in the city and the Star Fort, everyone felt a warm sensation. The injured soldiers' faces improved, their bleeding stopped, and their gaping wounds began to close.

In the Six-Link City, nearly all the bishops above level ten and the paladins above level fifteen were startled:

"What happened?"

"Such strong holy power!"

"Is it coming from Ostend? What happened over there?"

"Have high-level magicians arrived? No, that's purely holy power fluctuations... Are they desecrating the holy power?"

In an instant, at least a dozen figures soared into the sky, flying towards Ostend at full speed. From a distance of ten or twenty miles from the Star Fort, the pure, gentle holy light drew everyone's attention:

"Is that the Holy Lily Cathedral?"

"The Holy Lily Cathedral... remnants of the divine array?"

"No, not just the divine array, but the holy relics, the altar, the walls, the buildings... soaked in holy power for years, they extracted it all..."

A group of clergy from the Radiant Church, especially those from the bishop's faction, spoke in trembling voices. These divine arrays, holy relics, altars, even the walls and floors of the prayer hall, the pews for the faithful...

Every one of them had undergone countless ceremonies, countless prayers, countless holy power surges. Even if believers carefully cleaned them with piety, it was a form of accumulation and maintenance.

To be blunt, even if the divine array was dismantled, the houses alone could keep ghosts at bay, and a piece of a pew could cause extra damage to evil creatures.

And now, this method of triggering and utilizing holy power...

"This is desecration!"

A bishop screamed, tearing at his heart. Beside him, a dozen bishops nodded in agreement, but in their hearts, they really wanted to say:

"This is wasteful!"

An enormous waste... These holy relic fragments, if broken down and used to soak holy water, could heal far more people than this massive scatter! Those blasphemers, even if they had no healing spells, shouldn't waste it like this!

"The key issue isn't this." Archbishop Cassino hovered the highest, seeing the furthest, frowning deeply:

"Why are they triggering the residual power of the Holy Lily? If it's just a lack of healing power, that's the best case. If... oh!"

Under everyone's gaze, a ring of white light appeared out of nowhere above the cathedral ruins. The oval ring of white light, soft and firm, kept expanding from a small dot to half a person, to a full person, to two people high...

"It's a portal."

"It's a stable portal."

"Those blasphemers intend to use the residual holy power of the cathedral to build a stable portal..." A dozen pairs of eyes stared at the light gate, and the stationed bishops were not unfamiliar with it:

"Once this gate is built, they can either advance for reinforcements or retreat to escape. Taking Ostend will become much more difficult for us."

"We need to destroy the portal."

"Yes, destroy it."

"No, wait..."

On the other side of the light gate, something was thrown in with a bang. Before it could be seen clearly, it was already ground to powder. Pause, then another piece was thrown in, only to be pulverized inch by inch as it emerged from the portal...

"This portal is unusable."

"Indeed, it seems they can't find a stable source of holy power elsewhere." The bishops raised their voices in the wind, conversing:

"It might also be that those heretics can't utilize our Lord's holy power at all?"

"Absolutely! The power of our Lord is supreme. Unless it's a devout follower, trying to use holy power would only lead to their own destruction!"

"Stop discussing these things." Archbishop Cassino's voice was cold:

"Those heretics and blasphemers, realizing this portal can't be used, will surely try to open another one. Find out where they're opening it, what people and things they're transporting, and block them!"

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

In the following two days, the church and kingdom scouts searched extensively within a twenty-mile radius of Ostend. The results showed a suspicious location

ten miles outside the city.

"The fluctuations there are getting stronger."

"Yes, this afternoon, it was more than twice as strong as last night's report... Clearly magical fluctuations."

"It's spatial fluctuations. With such strong spatial fluctuations, what's coming through this time must be a big one..."