Text Game: It All Began when a Cat-eared Girl Took Me In-Chapter 779 - 396: Dragon Lady’s Kiss, Cat Cat and Mother-in-Law Lord Come to Catch (4k)_1

Chapter 779: Chapter 396: Dragon Lady’s Kiss, Cat Cat and Mother-in-Law Lord Come to Catch (4k)_1

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The clergyman exclaimed in shock and horror, "Lord Aieran?"

On the old man’s face, one could see an eye socket brimming with blood, with a sharp golden thread still wantonly destroying the internal structure of the old man’s body.

Had it not been for the pale fragments of holy light materializing around the old man’s body, swiftly entering and repairing the damage to his body, he would likely have not been able to hold on for much longer.

But weren’t the Archbishop’s avatars manipulated out of formed light?

Still, they shouldn’t have been able to harm the true body within the church, right?

Who exactly was it that could have injured the Archbishop?

"Ahhhh!—"

With a hoarse roar, Aieran ripped off half of his own face along with some bones. He threw the part of his head that was being ravaged by the golden thread to the ground, gestured to gather countless specks of light around it, and completely eradicated it with the numerical superiority of the Power of Divine Tree.

"Divine Skill, Light Restoration."

The clergyman also cast a healing Divine Skill on the old man.

Under the cover and embrace of innumerable white lights, the old man’s horribly disfigured half-face rapidly recovered, yet when the restoration was complete, a sharp scar could still be seen on the eye socket, and the whereabouts of the inner eyeball remained unknown.

"Lord, your eye..."

"Hmm?"

The old man incredulously waved his hand in front of his eyes.

Where is my eye?

Why hadn’t the Nolan Divine Tree’s luminescence brought about a full recovery?

In theory, healing such wounds should be an easy feat, for one of the Nolan Divine Tree’s abilities is healing, and the Divine Skill it empowers should easily regenerate white bone.

That’s right, it must have been the power of that sword!

The level of that Yuan Qi was so high, it even surpassed the Divine Tree he controlled. It contained some absolute cutting attribute that, through the connection between his avatar and his true self, left his true body wounded as well.

Wounds caused by such cutting could not be fully restored unless he sought a healing Divine Skill from the Pope himself.

How could such a high-tier Yuan Qi be in the hands of that human?

The clergyman asked softly, "Archbishop, are you alright now?"

Pointing to his own eye socket, Aieran said with a sneer, "Alright? Does this look alright to you? Damn it, that Variant dared to do this to me; I will flay him and that Dragon Lady alive to use as nourishment for the container!"

"Please, Lord, calm your anger."

The clergyman immediately bowed deeply and said, "You have been seriously injured right now, and we must also face the threat of other cities. If that person has the capability to harm you, it would be better for us to avoid combat for now, or at least ascertain his specific circumstances first."

Furious, the old man retorted, "Avoid combat? Who do you think I am? I am the Archbishop of the Church of Noah, this whole city is under my control. Go now and gather the forces, bring over those three Tier Four clergymen and two Tier Four priests. I want those two audacious people to know the true meaning of ’wanting to live but not being able to, wanting to die but also unable to’!"

With a grave tone, the clergyman said, "Archbishop, the construction of the container is nearly complete. At this critical time, it’s best to avoid any accidents—we wouldn’t want our plans to be aborted halfway, would we?"

The old man paused, his anger subsiding, "Indeed, that accursed Dragon Origin Beast and Variant! A shame, for if the breath of that dragon could be used as material for the container..."

"Wait, Archbishop, did you say that dragon was of the king tier?"

"Correct, about the initial stage of the king tier; there’s no mistake in that aura."

With a shift in his gaze, the clergyman no longer persuaded but instead suggested, "Archbishop, I implore you to summon all combat-capable forces we have. We are only missing the blood and the flesh of a sufficiently vital Origin Beast for the nourishment of the container! Coupled with those from the Otherworld, we might complete the container’s construction today, and the two great types of light could descend together, giving birth to the original light that will surpass Noah!"

"Didn’t you say..."

"It’s not easy to find a king-tier dragon! Lord, please make a prompt decision; we can’t let them get away!"

While the two were deliberating whether to go all out in battle, an ear-piercing tearing sound rang out in the ears of all the residents within the city, resonating halfway across the urban sky.

Aieran’s face turned stern as he and the clergyman teleported outside, where they saw, amidst the pitch-black night, that atop a hundred-meter-long Red Dragon, stood a youth wielding a golden longsword, continuously slicing through the Blessing Glory of the Nolan Divine Tree.

What was supposed to be the impenetrably firm Glory was like blocks of tofu against the sword’s blade—unable to withstand even the slightest bit, tearing open massive gashes.

In astonishment, the clergyman said, "Lord Aieran, is that the person who injured you? Is that Red Dragon the king-tier dragon you spoke of?"

"Them, it is they; the sword in that human’s hand is the Yuan Qi that blinded my eye," Aieran said, his smile as cold as ice.

If that dragon and the human had run away while he was retreating to heal, he really would have had no recourse—he could not stray too far from the Divine Tree, lest he lose its Strength.

But to dare to take the fight to his doorstep?

How audacious!

The Strength bestowed by an eight-hundred-meter Divine Tree can reach the peak of Tier Five, allowing one to face three of the same realm in combat, and with the city’s suppressive influence, one could fight even more Transcendents of the same level.