Aftermath

Looking at the five people lined up in the ward, Qishi, who had heard the debriefing, turned around.

"So, in the end, you're the only one left standing?"

Garn, with his cigarette in his mouth, looked around and hesitated.

"So... I'll go lie down too?"

"Well, go lie down next door."

After waving Holy Gun off to the next room to check for injuries, Qishi made his way over to Witcher, whose eyes were shut tight.

Patting the body, which was covered in a layer of silver dust, she lifted the collar opening of the other woman's shirt and fiddled with the space crystal, which was half-set in the flesh and blood.

The Divine Shepherd unleashed divine spells from the sidelines, his brow furrowed.

"Cut..." Watching the dark golden crystal sink quickly, Qishi stopped.

"That's the marvelous thing about man, when the willpower is strong enough, he can often realize a potential that even he wouldn't have thought of. But if the spirit gives up first, he may not even be able to fulfill half of his usual level."

"So just how far a person can go depends entirely on whether or not they are mentally strong enough."

Qishi patted the unresponsive cheek.

"With the protection of our sacred emblems, the madness adapts to spiritual pollution."

"Heh, a few more times and you'll be a qualified Ancient God Hunter~"

After sighing, she turned her head to look at the status of the others.

Divine Shepherd said helplessly:

"This guy took a whole case of holy emblems and silver swords, and one trip to the mission used a whole year's worth of our sterling silver reserves!"

"It's been pretty minor attrition."

Qishi twirled the silver shavings on his fingers with a careless expression.

"Driving away a deep-diving deity with a few reserves is the easiest battle we've ever had, and sure enough, you have to send out the Witcher to deal with these things."

The Reverend pondered a bit more and said, "But the Council doesn't seem to intend to leave Witcher alone."

"Reports have come in from the tundra that there have been a couple of very strange transcendental incidents lately, and speculation is that an unknown transcendental may have infiltrated that area."

"The usual style of the council." Qishi folded his arms lightly.

"Let the assassin try with the dragon tooth dagger, even if it doesn't work, it can roughly guide the opponent to the location of the next ritual, and then finally launch a deadly attack."

The priest silently guessed the result, "That is to say, if we don't intervene, this Witcher, who always likes to hide in remote places to take magic potions, might not be able to return next time..."

"Well, let's intervene to prevent the Ancient God Hunters from dying senselessly while taking the magic potion."

"Frid, go to the headquarters and request a bottle of ＜Scales of Quicksand＞, just consider it as a reward for him for this mission."

Qishi looked out the window faintly, "Let those idiots keep digging up grassroots in the tundra."

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When the incomprehensible information in his mind was completely stripped clean, a pair of pitch-black eyes slowly opened.

The unfamiliar white ceiling, the clean white quilt covering his body, the drapes hanging from the window brushing past his cheek.

A clean and tidy white room with a nun with her back to him, mixing some potion at a table.

Struggling to sit up, Eleazar covered his head as he recalled the broken memory.

At Green Vine Manor, the Evil God's doppelganger descends and fights with the other side until space collapses, and in the end they are all caught in a vortex.

Unsure of the outcome, Eleazar hastened to check the magic potion residue.

However, it was discovered that all of the transcendental activity in his body was latent, completely taken over by the holy light, and as long as it was accidentally aroused, he would be purified to the point that not even crumbs would remain.

The nun who heard the commotion turned around, "Awake?"

She held a crystal goblet in her hand that was being stirred, and Eleazar assumed that she was going to hand her the Disarming Holy Light Potion and held out his hand ready to take it.

"Uh, this medicine is not for you."

The nun paused, "His Highness said you could undo the effects of the Holy Light yourself, so there was no Eclipsing Potion for you."

Yeah, extinguishing light equipment...

Eleazar knocked on his somewhat rusty head, which made him want to call out the Silver Ring and suck up the holy light that was filling his body like a tidal wave.

[Magic potion residue: 1205]

That huge residue of magic potion was now only a little more than a tenth of what it was.

It didn't completely digest the magic potion, and it seems that the evil god's doppelganger in his mind, who only had a little vague impression left, ended up dying in the spatial collapse caused by Mr. Sacred Lance.

The nun sat on one of the hospital beds giving medicine, lifting to look at him now and then.

"You woke up fast, but he's miserable, the bishop said that a whole section of his memory has to be extracted or he won't be able to get rid of the mental contamination."

Eleazar lifted his gaze then, looking to the hospital bed next to him.

Fintan's eyes were tightly closed, his mouth unconsciously closed and closed as if he were muttering something, and his body, which twitched now and then, was securely bound to the hospital bed.

The Church's means of dealing with spiritual pollution is still as simple and crude as ever.

Eleazar froze for a long moment, then suddenly thought of someone.

"I know someone whose memories have been wiped clean, but whose mental state is not the least bit abnormal; is this your Holy Light Technique?"

The nun thought for a moment, "It sounds like it, but it doesn't look like it."

"Normally, we don't erase people's memories that thoroughly."

"Unless the impact of the incident is severe."

Looks like the guy needs to be brought here sometime to confirm.

Eleazar mused walking out of bed, "Can I be discharged?"

Sister: "You can lie down for two more days if you want."

Are you kidding me, he has a lot of things to do, how can he afford to sleep around?

Quickly getting up and walking out of the hospital room, he grabbed his calendar book from the doorway in passing, flipping through it as he made his way outside.

"Well, recuperating for a week..."

He didn't know how many space crystals came out after that alien space shattered, but he remembered very clearly that one space crystal was equal to one copy of the legend material.

Thinking of all the precious material, he was ready to go to the Holy Gun and split the spoils.

Walking out of the Transcendental Hospital, Eleazar suddenly paused and twisted his head to look diagonally across the alley.

A mysterious figure took a slow step back, shrinking into the shadows.

Eleazar looked around again, left and right, and after realizing that no acolytes had noticed him, walked in at a quick pace.

"Finnian are you crazy, what are you doing here?"

Finnian's face was full of haggardness.

"How's my brother doing?"

Eleazar was silent for a moment, recalling a scene in which he had inadvertently seen the knight being swept skyward by the tentacles while searching for an anchor in the building.

Then, he all but thought he was going to lose Knight as a friend for good.

"He's fine, don't worry!"

Finnian drops his gaze, "Eleazar-san, please be honest with me..."

Eleazar pursed her lips, "He's infected with mental contamination and will need to heal for a while yet, but rest assured he shows no signs of mutation and is well."

Hearing the news of his brother's life and death, Finnian hung his head motionless, making it impossible to see the look on his face.