It's not that hard to open a hospital in another world, right?

Clouds of borax and lead rolled and swept towards the pillar of fire in the center of the secret realm.

Groups of gray-black ore fell into the pillar of fire, and were then burned into magma by astonishingly high heat.

Borax and liquid lead in liquid form leaked downwards, flowed into the seals set by the elves with their lives, into the blasted purification device, and into the veins below the purification device...

Inflow, the palace that the elves once regarded as their spiritual sustenance, and the garden where the eternal tree grew.

Then, the high heat that had been bound by the seal, as well as the thick smoke, rose against the direction of the borax.

Elder Fahim changed his face.

Aniri Linge and Della Van Losia changed their expressions.

You Dian's face changed dramatically, he stepped forward with one step, sideways and half blocked in front of the elder, however, not to mention a warrior who has reached half a step of legend, even a legendary warrior, in front of the power that has gathered the life essence of countless elf elders, can ...

So pale, so powerless.

Even Gretel saw the plume of smoke billowing into the sky in the distance.Gretel's expression changed, and he hurriedly called his brother to close the bunker door, close the windows, and turn on all the air filtration equipment to the maximum, so that the magic puppet could wait to change the filter element at any time...

"There's an unknown amount of radioactive substances in the dust! Close the door! Close the door! Don't expose it!"

With such a high amount of smoke and dust, if it is blown away by the wind, how far will it spread? 100 kilometers? 200 kilometers?Thousands of kilometers?
...Even, pervade the entire Southern Continent, and then blow towards the Black Continent with the monsoon?
Gretel didn't know.All he knows is that the elves have tried their best to keep the radioactive damage in the contaminated area for so many years, it is very likely——

All efforts were lost.

If only the Sun God could restrain the smoke and dust and suppress them... Can the Sun God do it?You won't be able to hold on, will you?
The borax and lead lumps piled up outside have almost been shipped out, but the yellow light that rises over there is getting dimmer, and it is about to turn into a bronze color...

It still has injuries!
There is also the injury caused by the glorious Holy See, which has been entrenched!

What if I am too tired, consume too much energy, cannot suppress the injury, and collapse directly? ——Even if it didn’t collapse, what if it was contaminated by that injury and swallowed instead?
If he suddenly changed into the shape of the Lord of Radiance, with so many people present, he would hardly be able to cry!
Damn, if only there was a rain!
Then, as Gretel wished, the rain did come down.The drizzling was not very big, and it didn't even cover a wide area—outside the secret place where Gretel was, there wasn't even a single drop of rain.

However, the pillar of smoke in the center of the secret realm was gently but firmly suppressed.Looking from a distance, it looks like someone brought a pot of cold water and poured it on the smoke column——

Dense in the center and sparse around.Nothing was wasted, and the smoky sky in the secret realm was washed from gloomy and gloomy to clear and transparent.

"This move is amazing!" Archmage Baierbo clapped his hands and praised.Not only did he praise him, but he also pulled Gretel over and explained to his junior brother by his ear:

"Look at this cloud of rain, you don't use too much force, and you don't use a little force. The method of controlling the flow of wind and the circulation of attracting water vapor in such a large area can be so exquisite! Even if it is a legendary level, without the help of Magic circles and fan locks are also impossible!"

...

Gretel was still a little dazed.Compared with the big brother, he has another point:
"Look, that sun god...seems to be lit up!"

It did light up.Above the secret realm, a somewhat dim halo appeared.Compared with what Gretel saw while talking with it, the halo was much dimmer, and it was not noticeable at all in the midday sun——

The whole color is between golden yellow and bronze. At first glance, it looks like a rusted copper plate, or a salted duck egg dripping with oil.The fat coming out of the center of the egg yolk is even a little dark and black.

At this moment, the color of the copper plate is becoming brighter little by little, as if the raindrops falling on it directly turned into vast energy.

And as the copper plate became brighter, the rust on it, or the scar in the middle of the halo, was also twisting and bursting.The things that were once entrenched on it seemed to be pushed out by a strong force, and flowed out from the center of the salted egg yolk like fat.

If Grete was a bit more aggressive, he might have guessed:
"Yo, started popping pimples? Oh no, started debridement?"

Compared to Gretel who was looking from a distance, Elder Fahim and others who were near the center of the secret realm could see it more clearly.Especially Elder Fahim and Judian, a legend, and a half-step legend, raised their heads, looked at the halo above, and their hearts were shaken:

"This is... this is..."

This is the joy of the world.

This is the song of nature.

In the pattering raindrops, countless hazy brilliance lit up.Rising, fluttering, falling.Along with the rain and light spots, there seemed to be endless voices in the void:
A whine of pain.

mournful cry.

Scream of fear.

The joy of release.

sigh of relief...

Finally, finally, all with the raindrops, quietly falling.Open your spiritual eyes to observe, or sink into the Emerald Dream to observe, and you can even see human faces, large and small, appearing on the surface of those raindrops.

Old people, children, men, women.The natives of the Sun Kingdom, the residents of the Old Continent...

Those people were crying, laughing, or being scorched for too long, and their spirituality and memory are almost obliterated.

Whether it was entered into the Kingdom of God as a believer, and then used as a weapon in an attack, or swallowed by the gods in a blood sacrifice.

These surviving souls were expelled from the Sun God's sphere of power in this gift of the world, and they were free forever.

The shackles were released, the pain was healed, and finally, it returned to tranquility and scattered in the mountains and forests.

"very nice."

"really not bad."

"Just looking at it makes me happy."

The elves raised their faces, allowing the rain to wet their foreheads and hair, and then flow silently down the corners of their eyes.So many souls have gained freedom here, scattered among the forests here, and the spirituality and vitality in the forests will definitely be greatly enriched...

"This time, the world's gift is very good!"

Elder Fahim sighed softly.The infinite vitality fell on him with the rain, supplementing the vitality that had been taken away by the years, making his old and tired body strong.

After standing for a while, Elder Fahim felt that his hands and feet became stronger, and his back straightened.Although it will not be rejuvenated, it will not be a problem to last another 200 years.

...

"I feel better about myself."

You Dian raised his head and took a deep breath of the fragrant air after the rain.The power that fell on him was gentle, serene, vigorous, full of the power to nourish and grow.

This half-step legend who has entered and exited the elf secret realm dozens of times and left countless hidden diseases and wounds on his body felt that his illness was gone for a while——

"I feel that after finishing this place and bringing it back to life, maybe I can try to become a legend!"

He clenched his right fist and waved it in the air, feeling the strength from the lungs to the muscles and bones, full of confidence.Elder Fahim smiled at him and looked up at the sky:
They are all like this. What kind of gift did the sun god Viracocha, who exerted the most strength and took the greatest risk in this operation, get?
Can its wounds heal?

Can its power rise to another level?

Its light has begun to shrink, and it is sinking bit by bit, as if it is about to fall into a deep sleep... Can it end its transformation before the enemy arrives?

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