With the full level of enlightenment, you can rub the fruit of transcendence with your hands!

Chapter 622: Second Arrival of Reinforcements
Figures appeared in every corner of Tyrande, their memories stopped at the moment of death. When they woke up again, it was the familiar night of fire and also the familiar opponents, the minions of the Lord of Evil Flame.

The leader was a middle-aged priest who looked a little serious. He looked at Song Ji and Saraqi and asked, "What's the situation now?"

The priest touched his arm again: "A body condensed by the power of the mind. The theoretical framework is somewhat similar to the mind-body structure I proposed. Whose ability is this?"

"It is precisely because of Lord Mele's theoretical support that you have returned. I just supplemented and extended it," Saraqi said respectfully. "Long time no see, teacher."

Melor narrowed his eyes, vaguely seeing some traces of the past in his old face: "You are... Xiaoza? This is the future after my death? How come you are getting old so fast."

He asked sternly, "Are you still trying to construct your spiritual spell that covers the entire world? I have reminded you that distorting the mind is an evil path, and you will be rejected by the spiritual path."

Saraqi smiled and pointed at himself: "My vision has become a reality, the second year after your death, and this is the price."

Melor narrowed his eyes and asked: "What sequence are you at now?"

"Sequence 3, teacher. As a Sequence 5, you have taught a Sequence 3 spiritual mentor. I have not embarrassed you."

Two figures stood side by side, one looked extremely old, the other not young either. This pair of master and disciple seemed to be very close, but there was only one thing separating them: death. Time, being within reach, was like a world away.

Meler didn't say much, and continued in a serious tone, "You are now higher in sequence than me, and more capable than me. Since you woke me up, you should quickly give me orders. Tell me what you need me to do and how to do it. I built Prisman's extraordinary personnel defense system, and I will fully cooperate."

Saraqi did not hesitate and quickly got into the role: "I can only maintain your spiritual bodies for three hours. Now, the polluted Prisman is covering Tyrend's reality. Your task is to cooperate with the Songji Sheriff to provide all-round rescue and defense, resist the attacks of the ghouls, and buy time for the incident to subside."

"Bishop Meler of the Priestman Diocese has accepted the instructions of the Archbishop of the Church," Meler replied in a deep voice. He looked at the clothes on his disciples and said nothing more. He hurriedly went to mobilize manpower and issued tasks to the Priestman Guardians who were still unaware of the development of the situation.

Only when his back was fully visible to Sarachi did Meler say in an imperceptible voice, "Well done, little Sarachi." I'm proud of you, but because of his stubbornness and serious nature, he couldn't say the second half of the sentence. After a slight pause, he strode away.

As Sarachi looked at his mentor's back, a trace of nostalgia welled up in his eyes. With his extraordinary body, it was impossible for him not to hear those words. However, this brief meeting was about to become a farewell forever. The souls of the guardians of Meler and Prisman had long since perished. What was revived now was only their beliefs at that time. When the spiritual energy supporting their beliefs burned out, they would disappear again. Even with Sarachi's means, there would be no chance of awakening them a second time.

"Sheriff Song Ji, the awakening ceremony and the construction of the spiritual body have consumed a lot of my spiritual energy. I am about to return to the material world and sleep," Saraqi did not have much melancholy, or rather, he had no time to feel melancholy. Being able to see him again was an unattainable luxury.

He looked at Song Ji: "The next thing will depend on you."

The portal reopened, waiting for Sarachi's return, as his figure gradually disappeared, leaving behind his last words.

"By the way, I'm not the only reinforcement. I'm sure they should be arriving soon. They're your old friends."

The portal closed, and a wider portal dotted with flowers and plants opened, and a beautiful figure walked out of it. The Undead Witch, Dorothy!

The portal did not close immediately until another person walked out, then it slowly turned into messy grass stems.

Sabo now looks completely different. He is covered in a tight, cold, closed armor, like a medieval knight. However, this armor embodies countless high technologies. It is the painstaking work of Nebula Heavy Industries and also the last piece of armor after Nebula Heavy Industries was dismantled.

The immortal witch and his infatuated knight, the favored one by fate and the blonde recorder, as well as the traveler Hagen and his spiritual wife, are the eternal gossips in the supernatural world. The gossips and biographies derived from them have supported many unsuccessful writers.

You may not be able to see them in every corner of the world, but when you see one of them, you can see the other one not far away.

Song Ji has also had many dealings with the Undead Witch. As a favored one of the Mother of Life, for some reasons, Dorothy possesses almost all of the power of the path of life. The Mother of Life has generously given her almost all of her divine power. Unlike other favored ones of the gods, she does not have to pray devoutly and hold complicated rituals to be bathed in divine grace.

This also makes Dorothy a special existence in the extraordinary world. She has a long lifespan, extremely strong strength, and cannot be killed. Even fatal injuries will be healed instantly under the care of the Mother of Life. The extraordinary people have never seen a god as idle as the Mother of Life. It's as if She does nothing all day and just stares at her precious divine favorite.

As for the other gods, each has their own flaws. The Lord of Judgment hates evil and the Heart of the Furnace is violent and fiery. These two are stupid and either fighting or on their way to fight.

The Circle of Truth craves for knowledge and advocates fair trade, while the Phantom Dragon sleeps in the sea of ​​​​souls of all living beings. They are like two salted fish lying flat on their backs, and no one knocks on the door to wake them up, so they just sleep peacefully in their old nest.

Their gods' followers racked their brains to please their gods, and only the Mother of Life peeped at the screen every day, fearing that her gods' followers would get hurt.

Song Ji nodded to Dorothy and avoided her gaze even more quickly, because the Iron Knight Sabo's gaze soon wandered over to her. He was a psychopath who stalked Dorothy like a pervert every day and was quite stressed out when it came to the matter of the Undead Witch.

"Thank you for coming, Lady Witch. With your participation, I believe that Tyrend will be able to get through this disaster smoothly."

Dorothy looked at the scene of the Molten City with her golden eyes and whispered, "Have you ever thought about letting Tyrone return to the material world?"

Song Ji:? Now?

"But before returning, we need to clean up the bugs on it."

Dorothy raised her hand, and the originally frantic ghouls and other monsters suddenly stopped, and then thorns wrapped around their bodies, using their flesh and blood as nutrients, and white flowers bloomed.

The spring breeze blows through ten miles, and flowers bloom everywhere.

(End of this chapter)