The game has become a real alternate world-Chapter 94 - 74: Divine Soldiers Descend_3

The dwarves quickly ran away, disappearing into the forest without looking back.

All that could be heard was their mocking laughter from afar.

They came quickly and left just as fast.

Their objective achieved, they retreated decisively.

Martin, clutching his giant sword, stood amidst the chaos and gazed at the scattered corpses.

A large number of giant bats and ghouls, along with numerous human soldier corpses.

Yet among them, not a single dwarf corpse existed, only two dead war sheep testified to the dwarves’ presence.

The battlefield suddenly grew silent, no one dared utter a word at this moment.

Only the sound of chewing remained.

The ghouls crawled around the corpses, feasting indiscriminately, whether friend or foe, nothing could stop their post-battle meal.

In anger, Martin swung his sword.

The blood-red aura instantly split all the ghouls and corpses along its path, reducing them to blood slurry.

"Dwarves! I swear, one day I will destroy your mountain fortress completely!"

The frenzied blood-red aura surged out, yet it was merely impotent rage.

He never expected what should have been an easy pursuit to end like this.

He had gained nothing from the battle, aside from the hundred plus human corpses underfoot.

...

The riverboat descended downstream, accompanied by nearby rafts.

On many of these rafts, numerous townsfolk were engaged in desperate battlefield healing.

The raft Kana was on did not hold many people.

The number of departing people was far fewer than Kana had imagined.

Kana was startled as someone leaped into the river and swiftly swam towards his raft.

It was Blake, already stripped of his armor and wearing tattered clothing.

"Father!"

He dove toward a figure lying on the raft.

Kana turned his head, finally noticing Ichard, carried over by Anita, was in bad shape.

The broken armor on his body had been removed, and there was a scar running from his waist to his chest and shoulder.

The problem was the scar wasn’t bleeding at all, the surrounding skin was unusually white, and the person looked devoid of life, like a corpse.

If it weren’t for the slight rise and fall of his chest.

Blake, still strong despite seeing his father in this state, sat dazed on the side.

Anita’s hands emitted a gentle glow, infusing it into Ichard’s body.

However, Anita was merely a Holy Knight; though she had some healing ability, it was useless against Ichard’s severe injuries.

Instead, it stirred Ichard awake.

"Father."

Blake quickly supported his father’s head with his hands.

Ichard opened his eyes, barely able to feel his body.

He tried to speak but couldn’t muster the strength, simply looking at Blake.

"Buddy." Count had woken up at some point, extending his hand.

A crack appeared on his palm, and blood flowed into Ichard’s body through it.

Kana looked on, eyes wide.

He hadn’t realized blood could be transferred this way. Could it work regardless of blood type, or does "Blood Magic" alter it for compatibility?

Apparently, you can’t be confined to game logic.

He truly learned something new today.

Ichard, finding some strength from somewhere, lifted his hand and grasped Count’s arm, shaking his head slightly.

"I still have blood, use mine." Seeing a glimmer of hope, Blake extended his arm, anxiously declaring.

Kana noticed the issue as well; he peeked into the wound and could even clearly see internal organs.

Blood had been forcibly drained earlier, compounded by the ongoing battle until just now upon arriving on the raft, granting a brief respite.

During this time, his internal organs mostly died, no amount of blood transfusion could rescue them.

For Ichard had no magic power left to restore his organs.

"If only a Holy Light Physician were here..." Anita looked at the wound.

Count and Blake’s faces were covered with anxiety and sadness.

Both were resilient, faced with helplessness.

Kana sat nearby, Alyris still unconscious on his lap.

He remained silent, simply observing.

Suddenly struck by inspiration, he reached into his pocket, pulling out two broken gemstones with one side stuck together.

These were fragments of the Stone of Creation.

From the same Stone of Creation, they had one connecting side, Kana realized something was off when attempting to use them together.

Looking again now, they indeed formed a single fragment, but it wasn’t enough to constitute a complete piece.

The effect was insufficient; according to Kana’s understanding and luck, roughly 3-5 connected fragments are needed to form a complete piece.

His luck was good this time; the two sizable fragments fit together, just needing one random connecting piece to complete.

Kana observed carefully, assuming these were rhombus-shaped fragments of the Stone of Creation.

If they were rhombus-shaped, then the time was ripe.

An unparalleled opportunity.

Kana eyed Count, it felt somewhat unscrupulous and opportunistic, but Count was the only one who could succeed now.

"Uncle, I can save him, but I need you to give me something," Kana said to Count.

Everyone on the raft turned their heads to look at him.

"What is it? If it saves him, I’m willing to give it." Concurred Blake beside him, hopeful eyes gazing at Kana.

"You possess something, it’s precisely due to its presence that the royal family wants to capture us." Kana explained.

"Something?" Count glanced at his chest.

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