Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 797 - 39: Divine Order 2

At least that's how it was for her, being stuck with this metal card in her body. It wasn't deadly, but it made her feel uncomfortable all over.

She witnessed the duel between Ethan and the skinned creature. That skinned creature looked average, no different from a small animal by the roadside. There's no way she could have made such a bizarre "poisonous substance." "Someone must have put this into her body, don't feed me this again in the future!"

Little Dark uneasily rubbed its mouth with its paw.

Its diet had its first inedible substance added.

Listening to their conversation, Evelyn felt a bit numb. She glanced at the two lumps of metal on the ground, silently comforting herself — these definitely weren't parts from the skinned creature, even though their conversation made it sound like the skinned creature was swallowed and digested, but surely she was overthinking it.

This kitty looked so small and innocent, how could it possibly swallow such a big person?

Delayed on the road for a moment, Ethan and Evelyn rushed back to the clearing where Lance was as soon as they returned to camp.

The increasingly strong smell of blood confirmed their bad premonition, and they had to quicken their pace. By the time they sprinted to the clearing, the fierce battle had concluded. The trees in the forest were chopped into pieces by sword energy, and Lance was drenched in blood. He lowered his head, using his sword to support himself, looking as if he was asleep.

They found several mangled corpses.

From the mottled wounds on Lance, it wasn't hard to imagine the brutality of this battle.

He was immediately taken back to the camp. Evelyn called for the only doctor in the camp. However, residing here was ultimately just a group of refugees, and the doctor was an amateur who only knew basic bandaging skills. This old man, holding a white bandage, was at a loss.

Lance's injuries were too numerous to find any intact part.

Excessive blood loss was obvious, but the more critical issue was his nearly depleted battle energy, which was a swordsman's lifeline. The remaining battle energy was barely keeping Lance alive, yet his life was like a flickering candle in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

"Only the Great Sage can save him."

The old doctor paused, looking at the two with resignation.

These were wounds beyond the healing of "medicine," only the miracles created by a high-tier Transcendent could possibly save this life on the brink of death.

"It's no use."

The voice of the young hero sounded from behind the crowd. The near-death state of their old comrade seemed to have deeply affected him, and there was a vague revival of his troubled spirit, "This is a soul-burning skill, a forbidden technique passed down in their homeland. Lance once told Sera that a shattered soul cannot be repaired, don't waste time on someone who is about to die."

It was the night before their decisive battle with the Demon King, and each member of the squad had prepared for the possibility of dying in battle.

Solan remembered that Lance had drunk some wine at the time, seemingly not caring about death.

After everything, just return his sword to his homeland.

"How could it be? Even the Great Sage can't..."

Evelyn's gaze was scattered, she murmured a few words, then suddenly turned to Ethan, "Mr. Ethan, you're so powerful, you must be able to heal Mr. Lance, right?"

She looked at Ethan with hopeful eyes, clinging to her last hope.

She heard Lance's story and his encounter after the adventure in the Imperial Capital. They had been betrayed by former comrades, including the Great Sage among them. She knew clearly that even if the Great Sage could heal Lance's broken soul, they would never offer help.

They never had any bargaining chips with the Empire.

But...

Lance was truly a member of the Hero Squad, and until the end of his life, he protected those behind him with his sword in hand.

"Don't make it difficult for Mr. Ethan."

Solan shook his head, "Mr. Lance had already made his resolution... Miss Evelyn, lead the people away from the Empire, this was his final wish."

As a swordsman, fighting to the last moment is their destiny.

He came from the Land of Swordsmen, setting an example for every swordsman in the world.

"I'm sorry, I'm just an Elemental Shaper."

Ethan said.

The camp was filled with a somber atmosphere, "The power of an Elemental Shaper ultimately has its limits."

Healing wounds, repairing a soul, creating miracles of revival, those are the domain of the Goddess of Life.

Even back in Ximu Town, Ethan had experienced the same tragedy.

He couldn't save Mr. Luoxang, who was lost, nor retain his daughter's soul, which lingered in the polluted area. Elemental shaping was skilled only in battle.

"So, I befriended a few people with some knowledge in this area."

To prevent the same tragedy from happening again.

Ethan shifted the topic, momentarily drawing everyone's gaze in the room to him. Solan even stepped forward excitedly, grabbing his arm firmly, "Mr. Ethan, can your friend really save him?"

"I think so."

In their era, the Goddess of Life had been gone for a millennium. The Life Divine Teachings had long been blinded by desire and power, and it had been centuries since a Saint emerged. But the good news is, Ethan had made friends with someone profoundly connected to the Goddess of Life.

The artist of flesh and soul, Bazatous.

"How can we find him?"

Solan suddenly thought of something, his face darkening a bit, "Your friend is probably still on the other side, right?"

"Indeed, but maybe I can figure out a way to invite him here."

"Is that really true?"

"It is, but I need some tools as spellcasting materials for the ritual."

He planned to create a simple Evil God summoning array in the camp. They should be able to find materials like goat skulls here. If not, Little Dark could search its stomach; it might have eaten a goat at some point.

He could reduce the ritual's materials to the minimum.

Though the Celestial Father's believers considered it disrespectful to reduce ritual materials, as any slight error could cause a summoning mistake and even provoke the Celestial Father's wrath.

But Ethan considered Old Ba a buddy, so he wouldn't mind helping with such a small favor.

Under Ethan's direction, Evelyn mobilized everyone in the camp. They ran around and quickly gathered all the materials needed for the ritual, then placed each material in the correct position.

They knew that everything they were doing was to save Lance.

They also knew it was to invite a friend of Ethan's, someone profoundly connected to the Goddess of Life.

People speculated it must be a true Great Sage, not the deceitful and sinister woman currently in the Imperial Capital.

The ritual began operating, and a ghostly green flame burned within the goat skull.

The people looked toward the sky with excitement, awaiting the arrival of that compassionate envoy.

Yet the next moment, their expressions froze on their faces.

What responded to them was a sky stained red. Behind the blood-colored clouds, as if vaguely, there was a movement of tentacles, and then the "sky" opened an eye on them.

This...

Is this truly the Great Sage?

From the surface, it looked more like a terrifying Evil God, an indescribable presence even more frightening than any Demon King they knew.

Their minds were filled with incomprehensible whispers.

Before long, Lance, lying flat on the altar, really opened his eyes. His once battle-torn body moved, and small tendrils emerged from his wounds. The shattered flesh was repaired at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Witnessing this, Evelyn widened her eyes, her mouth agape, yet not a single sound could she make.

Lance was being healed, but in a way that caught everyone off guard.

In no time, Lance propped himself up and staggered to his feet.

He also looked at Evelyn.

He saw the concern in Evelyn's eyes, concern that momentarily suppressed fear.

Lance also smiled at Evelyn.

He had defeated the four attackers; the camp was finally safe. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

By this time tomorrow, Evelyn and the people she's leading will be able to leave the Empire's borders. They will eventually find a place willing to accept them.

All these preambles converged into a single sentence.

Lance's parched lips moved slightly.

—"Flesh... unwounds... Vaa...'thor... shuul..."