novelODS Chapter 1205 - 824: Divine Blessing (Part 2)
Chapter 1205 - 824: Divine Blessing (Part 2)
He moved his body carefully and felt it move freely."The curse... the abyssal curse of erosion has been purified!"
An Elf caster wrapped in exorcism bandages excitedly tore them off, revealing skin that was once charred and oozing due to the curse, now restored to a healthy wheat color.
Such an affliction would normally linger, tormenting him for a long time before potentially healing on its own.
Like a miraculous chain reaction unfolding within the fortress.
Be it the slightest cut, the deepest soul filth, or hidden ailments corrupted by abyssal power, all rapidly dissolved, healed, and purified under the widespread starlight of order cast by Kana.
In an instant, the fatigue and pain vanished, and the warriors were astonished as they flexed their limbs that had become light and strong again, their pale cheeks regaining color.
The air of the fortress seemed completely cleansed, filled with the relief of survival and the joy of regained health.
Kana smiled.
Of course, he possessed no healing rules, but who said achieving a healing effect must require similar rules?
He is a God and carries a mix of various rule powers.
Not to mention he bears the title of Savior, the Blood Silver in Blood Silver Savior, though it represents his power, its strength is distinct.
Divine power of order dispels the curse and pollution of chaos, the power of blood accelerates the body’s recovery.
Both combined can achieve a healing effect.
And now he continues.
And this time, it is a manifestation of his kind of rule.
**Rebirth: Reconstruction of the Maimed Body**
Kana’s blessing did not stop there.
His gaze finally fell on warriors who had lost arms, legs, and even eyes in previous battles.
Their missing limbs were glaring, a grim badge of the heavy price they paid to defend the fortress.
Kana looked at a burly Avenger with a missing left arm, the empty sleeve glued by scabs—it was the scar-faced man lamenting earlier about demons’ ashes scattered like soot.
As Kana’s gaze landed on him, Scarface instinctively straightened his chest, though a flicker of undisguisable melancholy flashed in his eyes.
"The body of the brave should not be left incomplete by the radiant glory they protect."
Kana’s voice carried a hint of compassion, but more so an overwhelming undertone of promise.
He extended his fingers towards Scarface and the other amputees, motioning slightly in the void.
Buzz—An extraordinary light gathered at Scarface’s severed arm.
It wasn’t natural growth of bones and flesh, but a highly condensed, silver-white substance between liquid and solid emerged like living water.
All the observers had seen this kind of power before.
This material quickly constructed a highly precise structure—a metal-like skeletal framework, simulated muscle bundles of liquid energy flows, topped by a layer of high-strength biometal armor... each part assembled and formed at a speed that defied reason.
In an instant, a brand-new left arm was completed.
It presented a cold and noble silver-white luster, sharply contrasting Scarface’s rugged brown skin, yet strangely harmonious.
The arm’s lines flowed smoothly and radiated a sense of strength, with small filaments of blood-colored energy pulsating like veins at its joints, exuding a vigorous sense of power.
The fingers were slender and strong, with armor at the fingertips glowing with a dark red sheen, serving both as protection and a weapon.
Most astonishing was the hand’s end, not only perfectly proportioned but with joint construction and palm details so finely crafted as to be indistinguishable from real, yet glimmering with the precise cold light unique to alchemy creations.
The entire arm exuded a sense of strength and futuristic beauty, appearing more resilient and remarkable than Scarface’s original battle-scarred thick arm.
"...What is this?!"
Scarface was utterly stunned.
He was almost trembling, cautiously controlling the arm he felt as ’natural’ as if born with, yet powerful beyond imagination, the silver-red arm.
Raising the wrist, bending the fingers, clenching the fist.
The power flowed smoothly, with every touch clearly feedback to his nerves, driving flexibility that exceeded imagination.
A sense of power far purer and more stable than muscle surged from the regenerated limb.
Never considered possibilities.
"Praise you! Great Venerable One!"
Scarface could no longer suppress his excitement, with tears in his eyes, he knelt on one knee, heavily striking the ground with the newfound arm, making a muffled ’thump’ that wasn’t the sound of mundane iron, brimming with power.
"From today onwards, the flesh and soul of I, ’Scarface’ Gorman, would fight for you and order!"
The shimmering silver-red limb became the most dazzling and loyal footnote to his oath.
A similar scene unfolded throughout the fortress.
Warriors who lost a leg fitted a silver-red prosthetic that could unleash even greater strength.
Sentinels who lost their eyes had their sockets filled with elaborate divine constructed eyes, their vision even clearer and broader...
Each birth of a new limb was accompanied by a shocking roar, a blood-crying gratitude, a prostration from the soul.
The avengers, once burning everything in the abyss blood battles, living only to embrace death, now had another unprecedented light burst out in their eyes—like a radiant beacon found in the depths of despair, it was boundless admiration and near-faithful allegiance to the benefactor.
They, ever ready to perish together, sorely needed a spiritual pillar in such conditions.
Faith is something very easily spawned under such circumstances.
Kana’s actions undoubtedly secured their faith.
Their broken bodies were reforged, gifted with powers beyond the ordinary, and this miracle crafted by the hands of a God reignited a different fire within their once dead hearts.
Gods are high above.
Gods and mortal beings differ greatly.
All who fought in the blood battle battlefield knew this clearly.
Though the warriors fought alongside the God on the battlefield.
The God would not focus too much on them.
Mortals could not help the God much.
And the God would not waste excess attention.
Kana withdrew his arm, the holy radiance enveloping the fortress gently dissipated.
Watching the soldiers below erupt with stronger life force due to health and the new limbs, feeling the intense gratitude permeating the air and the newly born, a pure thread of faith directed at him, he nodded slightly.
He had already thought of this, but he would not discard meat for fear of choking.
Moreover, he could now view others’ faith in him quite calmly.
Because it was an objective reality.
It was just that he hadn’t entirely reached a point of accepting it with peace of mind yet.
He lifted his right hand, gently waving it in the air.
"This victory is our shared glory. It proves the abyss is not immovable. And you, you are the cornerstones that shake its very foundation!"
Kana’s voice was no longer majestic, but it carried a weighty power, bringing a close to this breathtaking bestowal.
His figure lightly vanished from the spot, thus exiting the stage.
Yet his actions today.
Left the avengers of Blood Pit Fortress deeply shocked.
"Heh heh, ’cornerstones,’ anyone up to clearing the battlefield later? Old Grey Fang hasn’t killed to his heart’s content yet today!"
Grey Fang grinned, carrying his thunder-threaded spear, breaking the solemn atmosphere with a smile, revealing a bright, characteristic giant tooth.
Raelia glanced at Grey Fang, silently shaking her head, but the corners of her mouth could not help but curl slightly.
Annabelle’s figure quietly appeared behind him, her voice cool as she inserted a word: "Cleaning the battlefield requires caution, Grey Fang. Avoid being affected by any remaining divine power."
Karen watched a young Avenger excitedly attempt to smash a section of the wall with his new silver-red arm, hastily calling out in a muffled voice.
"Be careful! That arm may be solid, but the wall is expensive too..."
A wave of good-natured laughter erupted throughout the fortress, the relief of surviving disaster and the ecstasy of receiving blessings flowed in the exchanged glances.