When the plot-skips players into the game world Chapter 780

Chapter 780: Chapter 161: Reversing the Set Tragedy Chapter 780: Chapter 161: Reversing the Set Tragedy The towering tree before everyone transford into streams of light, condensing into a card.

Sherlock couldn’t help but widen his eyes at this incredible scene.

This was the second ti he had seen Aiwass utilize this mystical technique.

Previously, Aiwass had sealed an immovable Earthbound Spirit in front of him using a single card; this ti, it was even more outrageous, directly sealing the Tree Demon along with its essence!

However, neither Sherlock nor Mr.

and Mrs.

Grace had the impoliteness to ask how Aiwass achieved this.

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After all, mystical skills were one of the greatest privacies, the more obscure and powerful the technique, the bigger the secret it implied.

Aiwass picked up the brand-new card in his hand and summoned The Grimoire of Aiwass.

The fresh card turned into a green stream of light and rged into it.

The mark on The Grimoire of Aiwass jumped once again, changing to [The Grimoire of Aiwass (9/21)].

It opened by itself, floating above Aiwass’s left hand as the pages fluttered.

When it stopped on a certain page, the recently created [The Fool] Card materialized above it, rotating once before dissolving into a mist of pale green smoke.

Then, a tree within Aiwass’s field of vision was infiltrated by the green mist erging from the void.

The next mont, it began to grow thunderously, its branches splitting, and in the blink of an eye, it beca a sturdy and tall giant tree—

Completely different from the previous Anastasia:

It was at least twice the height of the forr tree, with a thickness that could accommodate nearly three people embracing it; each leaf of “Tree Demon·Anastasia” shimred like gold, resplendent in the sunlight.

Rustle—

When the tree finished growing, its leaves began to sway on their own, without wind.

Or rather, it was continuously absorbing the morning breeze, causing the leaves to be stirred by the air and produce a faint sound, resembling chis.

Listening to the rustling of the leaves blended with the sound of chis, Aiwass felt his spirit significantly uplifted.

He closed his eyes and carefully savored the Tree Demon’s healing output—though Aiwass was not wounded, he was now a Transcendent of the fourth Energy Level on the Path of Devotion.

As a professional healer, he was quite familiar with the sensation of the Fire Rite Skill.

—Feeling-wise, Anastasia’s healing volu was roughly a tenth to a fifth of Aiwass’s Fire Rite Skill.

And the efficiency of the Fire Rite Skill was basically half that of the Illumination Art.

aning, its healing volu was about 7.5% of Aiwass’s now instantaneous “Radiant Spell” derived from the “Illumination Art.”

Such healing efficiency was mostly useless in intense battles, considered as very standard slow recovery—in top-level difficult encounters, it’s all about rapidly fluctuating health bars.

Without the ability to boost health instantly, you can barely compete for healing numbers.

But considering that Anastasia offered limitless and cost-free group healing, this healing ability becos very valuable outside of combat.

After all, Anastasia’s enchantnt had no ti limit—while the “Moon Spirit” state had a ten-minute restriction, the “Tree Demon” state had none!

—This was akin to using just three points of wind attribute mana to fully restore everyone nearby in a non-combat state!

Aiwass himself already possessed unconditional combat escape healing thods.

Now, he also had one to three tis a day of group combat escape recovery—[The Fool] card could be used once a day, and with the reset effect of The Grimoire of Aiwass, he could reset it up to two more tis.

This would save his light and fire attribute mana significantly, allowing it to be used in more critical situations.

—Let’s now look at the Moon Spirit.

Aiwass thought to himself.

So he lifted The Grimoire of Aiwass once again.

As the previously dissolved card reappeared above The Grimoire as a translucent shadow, this ti it looked like ripples on water.

As it disintegrated, a transparent spirit erged from “Tree Demon·Anastasia.”

Originally a bright white spirit, its radiance dimd upon departure, revealing Anastasia in the form of a young girl—

Exactly in the Illusion Technique form that she first used when she appeared in front of Aiwass!

“Aya!”

Lady Grace imdiately went forward to embrace Anastasia.

And Mage Maxim, quite nervous, stepped forward, placing his hands on his knees and bending down to ask, “Aya…

how do you feel now?”

“I feel…”

Anastasia instinctively hugged Lady Grace in return.

But as soon as she did, she paused for a long ti, struck by the feeling that was both familiar and strange.

She whispered softly, lifting her mother’s hair with her hand and then looking down at her own hands, attempting to grasp.

She gazed into Grace’s eyes, looking at her own reflection in them.

“…I have never felt so good!”

Anastasia’s face showed an incredible surprise, “My body, not a hint of pain!

“Not the slightest bit tired, my body isn’t weak; my arms and legs are supple and walking doesn’t produce any creaky sour sounds.

When I hug with force, I don’t feel like my body is about to snap…

Is this what a healthy body feels like?

I had almost forgotten…”

As she spoke, in the direction she gazed, the morning sun slowly rose above the sea.

The mont she saw the sunrise, Anastasia’s eyes reddened and tears involuntarily stread down.

But there wasn’t a trace of sadness on Anastasia’s face, rather a radiantly brilliant, beaming smile erged.

She hopped and laughed, recounting her joy, and cried heartily.

She did not talk about why she was crying but stared unblinkingly at the rising sun with misty eyes.

Lady Grace gently wiped her tears, whispering sothing to her.

And Aiwass, watching this scene, also felt content.

Although he had once saved an Earthbound Spirit with similar thods…

that girl did not speak.

Logically, Aiwass knew she must be grateful, but not hearing it from her still left so worries.

Now, Aiwass had once again averted “an inevitable tragedy”.

Even in a ga, it was a “tragedy that had happened.” There wasn’t even a chance for the players to intervene.

He felt satisfied.

Anastasia’s smile made Aiwass realize his decision was the right one.

There was nothing that could give one on a path of confusion more strength of heart than this.

Mage Maxim approached Aiwass.

“Your Excellency, Archbishop.”

He did not say much, just silently half-knelt down solemnly to Aiwass, “Thank you.”

One knee on the ground, looking down, right hand to his chest.

An all too familiar ritual.

In fact, the Knightly honor of Avalon was derived from this highest ritual of the Holy Nation, known as the Rite of Devotion.

Its aning was: I am willing to offer this to you—my heart.

Generally speaking, only the Papal Guard was required to perform this ritual to the Pope, and it was not enforced under any other circumstance.

Unlike the Knight’s pledge of loyalty, if the Elves of the Holy Nation perford this gesture, they were truly ready to literally open their chest and offer their heart at any mont.

And Aiwass did not mince his words.

At such a mont, to say sothing like “no need” and decline Maxim’s honor…

that would be a defamation of Maxim’s resolve.

As an adult Elf, he must have understood the significance of this gesture and made a firm decision before doing so.

Thus Aiwass solemnly stretched out his hand and rested it on Mage Maxim’s head.

“Please rise, Lord Maxim.”

Aiwass spoke softly, channeling his mana and perford an Illumination Art on Maxim’s head.

This too was a gesture of grave respect—if he could use a complete Illumination Art at this close range, he could also use a lethal spell to instantly kill Maxim.

Even for a Transcendent, brain damage at this range was fatal.

By doing so, Aiwass signified he would not misuse Maxim’s trust and respect to harm him.

This family of Elves from the Holand Faction was quite comfortable for Aiwass to deal with.

At least, they were not madn…

Their simple concept of helping others was sothing Aiwass, as a human, could understand.

It seed he should make ti to et Cardinal Favna.

Better wait until she becos a Cardinal, then there would be a good excuse to et.

Aiwass thought to himself.

“Mr.

Aiwass…”

At that mont, Yunus approached with so concern.

He held the harp solemnly and handed it to Aiwass, “This item…

it’s best if I hand it back to you.”