Saintess stood outside the building and listened to the occasional sounds from inside. She was expressionless.
Rongzhi and Nan Jin were beside her. Although they weren’t as silent as the Saintess, they were also shocked.
The door opened. Two shivering guards held two bags dripping in blood and walked out. They nodded toward the Saintess and two heads.
“We need ten more. Send it over after a quarter of a day. This ti, they need to be level five and above; at least one has to be level six.”
That voice sounded foreign, but they could see the Saint Father sitting on a jade bed through the door. He was hidden behind a white cloth, and only his head could be seen.
The room was covered in a thick stench.
The door closed and cut off that place from the world.
The Saintess turned and left. Rongzhi and Nanjin looked at each other and followed.
The Saintess wouldn’t do what he said, so they would be the ones.
But… Sending their subordinates in and coming out as lifeless flesh. This stunned the two heads.
They didn’t know if it was right or not. It should be right. The Saint Father ant everything for Saint Light Hall, so the most important thing was for him to live.
Making sacrifices for that should be correct.
But why did they feel bad?
The two heads walked behind her. The surrounding warriors greeted them, but they didn’t react.
The Saintess suddenly stopped and turned. She looked at them and said softly, “Are you two not preparing… Food?”
The two heads were shocked. They looked at her in disbelief and didn’t understand why she used the word food.
She smiled before leaving.
The two heads stood rooted for a long ti.
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Saint Father exhaled. He signalled, and two soldiers kept things up. They served him for a few days, but their fear didn’t reduce. They kept the remaining flesh and walked out.
Even if it didn’t take a long ti to bury these, it was a nightmare for them. They would rather die in fights against the Posthumous People than accompany the Saint Father, whom they had no chance to get close to in the past.
“Wait.”
They kept everything and were about to head out before he stopped them.
They turned and waited respectfully.
Saint Father smiled, “I know this isn’t good, but I have no choice. If sothing happens to , all of you won’t have it good either.”
The two warriors nodded in panic and clenched the leather bags tightly.
“You won’t tell people about this, right?” He tilted his head and asked.
“No!” They were terrified and were shivering.
“That’s good.” Saint Father sighed, and his tone changed, “But I am still worried.”
The two warriors turn to dash out. No matter how stupid they were, they knew what the Saint Father was about to do.
At this mont, the Saint Father’s noble and rciful image collapsed.
But they were only level five; how could they escape?
Two red tubes flicked out from his body and thrust into their spines. Their two bodies froze and then fell to the ground after a few intense twitches.
Saint Father retracted the tube and closed his eyes like he was enjoying sothing. He opened his eyes a mont later and looked at half of his body.
That area was tattered.
His arm was gone, and hundreds of red blood vessels were dancing in it. One could see his ribs. As compared to the parts near his chest, this area was whiter. ??
His hip and legs were also the sa. There was no blood, and there were only ‘new’ bones.
Saint Father closed his eyes and recalled how Punishnt of the Gods hit him, and he flew out of the city.
Half his body was gone.
It was really gone; there was nothing left.
If it were anyone else, they would be dead. This was not only a loss of bones and flesh; it ant that their organs and hearts were gone.
But the Saint Father was still a level nine expert. The mont he was hit, he used all his energy to protect his shattered heart. He forcefully connected them. When he landed on the ground, he let his blood vessels stretch out to absorb energy from the Saint Light Hall beasts and warriors. He controlled the bleed and headed back to recuperate.
Over the few days, he used the life energy of others to repair his bones and organs completely.
Although there was still a gap to before, and it would affect his strength, there was no better solution. He could only wait for his body to be perfect before fixing all these.
But there was a new problem. He found that his body started to repel the outside energy. Although he tried to suppress it, the overall energy that could be converted into his own reduced.
If he didn’t repair his body quickly, the energy loss speed would quicken, and he might die at any mont.
Saint Father didn’t want to die. He wanted to head to the other space, and he would be able to recover.
“n!”
His voice wasn’t l,oud but it was enough for the guards closest to him to hear it.
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Rongzhi and Nan Jin, who were drinking in their tent, suddenly heard the horn calling them to gather and were shocked.
They were the direct commanders of their troops. Only two people could order the troops if they didn't allow it. One was the Saintess, but the two knew that the Saintess was despondent and wouldn’t make such orders. So, only one person was left.
The Saint Father!
But what did the badly injured Saint Father want? To attack the Imperial City now? When the morale was low, and the Posthumous people and Cloud Peak still had trump cards?
What did he want to do?
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