Saul's voice flowed like a sweet spring into the hearts of everyone tornted by pollution.
These wizards, who had received no real help and could only endure through sheer willpower, had been waiting for fate's judgnt. They never expected soone to voluntarily step forward, claiming they could help absorb their pollution.
So who had heard of Doctor Saul's reputation stood up with a mixture of disbelief and hidden hope.
But most people still hesitated.
They were afraid—what if this was just a high-ranking wizard who deed them beyond saving and chose to eliminate them instead?
At this mont, Byron and his group were the first to step into the magic formation, demonstrating for those who hesitated.
So wizards and apprentices in serious condition, their minds unstable, followed them in.
Then ca those in relatively stable condition who had long heard of Saul's reputation.
Of course, a large portion of people still stood in place, unmoving.
Their expressions were wary, fearing that what would fall upon them would be a killing blow.
Saul didn't wait for everyone to enter.
His ntal power had recovered sowhat by now, enough to support him in casting simple magic. Besides ditation, he had even faster thods of recovery.
Semi-transparent gray tentacles, about as thick as thumbs, began growing from beneath Saul's cloak, hanging down like stems from a spider plant.
These tentacles fell to the ground and automatically began seeking nearby polluted individuals, attaching to the most severely contaminated parts of their bodies.
Since over thirty people were already standing in the formation, more than thirty transparent tentacles hung from beneath Saul's cloak.
This made him look like a jellyfish from the deep sea.
Only his main body was completely hidden under the wide cloak, so no one could see Saul's true appearance at this mont.
When the semi-transparent tentacles attached to their bodies, most of the polluted individuals couldn't suppress expressions of terror.
But it was too late for them to dodge now. The flexible tentacles would quickly bind any uncooperative patients tightly.
The small suckers on the tentacles opened to reveal mouths bristling with dozens of sharp teeth, biting down on the patients' bodies.
However, this tearing and biting brought no pain.
On the contrary, they gradually felt their violently trembling ntal power actually beginning to stabilize. Their disobedient magic power finally began circulating normally within their bodies.
The source of all their suffering, the painful wellspring within their bodies, was actually being cleared away bit by bit as it followed the semi-transparent tentacles' absorption.
Ed, who had been in a semi-comatose state, opened his eyes.
He had thought that when he woke up this ti, his body would beco new food for the parasites.
He never expected to find himself still intact upon opening his eyes again.
Then he saw the tentacle attached to his forehead and was initially startled, thinking he had mutated and grown tentacles from his head.
Fortunately, Jiajia Gu reminded him from nearby, "This is Wizard Saul performing pollution cleansing on us."
Ed imdiately relaxed, his entire body going limp as he allowed the tentacle to do as it pleased.
More and more people, like Ed, began showing obvious signs of improvent.
This scene caused the other wizards who had been hesitant and wary to begin wavering.
Finally, more and more people stepped toward the formation.
As the treatnt continued and the number of people needing treatnt increased, Saul gradually began to feel strained.
What strained him wasn't the Black Tide pollution being absorbed into his body.
The pollution that had once given him headaches now, after being absorbed into his body, simply gathered quietly at the tip of his left finger.
More precisely, it was hidden at the anchor point in his fingertip.
Large amounts of pollution were easily absorbed by the small white anchor point, and the impact on Saul could be completely resolved with just one tremor from his soul body.
What truly began to strain Saul was the energy consumption required to maintain his body in this form.
However, this was precisely why Saul had required everyone to stand within his advancent formation.
Due to the Black Tide pollution's corrosion, the intricate formation structure had been destroyed, but many of the various materials used to construct the formation, especially the energy materials, were still usable.
The Black Tide hadn't polluted these resources; it had actually nourished them instead.
Now, with Saul urgently needing to replenish energy, he extended even more tentacles to directly devour the various resources on the ground.
With this energy supplent, Saul could focus wholeheartedly on continuing to treat the others.
By the shores of Rhine Lake, beside the dense mushroom forest.
One figure hovered high above.
His wizard robe remained tightly fitted to his body despite the fierce wind.
Below, nearly a hundred gray semi-transparent tentacles extended, connecting to individuals awaiting treatnt.
Regular magic power fluctuations and powerful ntal force created what seed like a huge transparent do encompassing the low-ranking wizards below.
This made those who had just been anxious and uneasy feel at peace.
Corey stood outside the formation, quietly watching it all.
Brando, also a second-rank wizard, stood beside her. "You see, we have a new thod besides killing everyone. Your Stargate Council's approach can be withdrawn."
Corey glanced sideways. "He can save them temporarily, but can he save them forever? Even if Saul is already a third-rank wizard, he can't bear Black Tide pollution indefinitely."
However, Corey didn't want to argue with Brando, who inexplicably trusted Saul so much. She brought up another matter.
"Firefly Lord Herbert's behavior has clearly violated the Tribunal's will. They won't let him off. I think we'll see a second new third-rank wizard arriving here."
The Tribunal wouldn't bother with the selection process like the Stargate Council. Their Chief would directly appoint soone.
Just as they had appointed Herbert initially.
"Two new third-rank wizards... the Borderland might beco chaotic again."
The three third-rank wizards who had originally occupied the Borderland had maintained stable territorial divisions for a long ti.
Though minor conflicts continued, there were no major wars on the surface.
But when new third-rank wizards arrived, competition for resources, conflicts over knowledge and ideologies—all sorts of new contradictions might once again stain the Borderland with widespread warfare.
Corey, who had failed to beco third-rank this ti, planned to use this opportunity to fish in troubled waters, scheming for resources for her future advancent.
She was telling Brando all this precisely because she wanted to form an alliance with him.
Both were veteran second-rank wizards who should share the sa desire for advancent.
But before Brando could respond to Corey's hint, a frivolous voice spoke up behind them.
"You don't need to worry about that, hehe."
Corey and Brando turned around almost simultaneously, adopting defensive postures.
Their hearts were filled with shock.
"Kist? When did this guy appear behind us? How could there have been no sound at all?"
Their surprise was understandable.
They were both confident in their abilities, and the surroundings were very quiet—there were no chaotic sounds that could have masked Kist's approach.
Yet they still hadn't detected Kist's approach.
If he hadn't suddenly spoken, they wouldn't have noticed that Kist had almost pressed against their backs!
Kist toyed with the small silver harp in his hands, completely ignoring Corey and Brando's obvious wariness. With a smile, he gazed up at Saul in the sky.
"The Borderland has already welcod its new master. One third-rank wizard—Saul—is enough for this place."
(End of Chapter)
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