I can evolve everything

Chapter 111 Immortality

A few minutes later, inside the underground hall where the [Eternal Hearth] magic circle was located.

Hughes Bloodhoof remained locked in a stalemate with the people of the Northern Fortress.

Roderick was panting heavily. Due to exhaustion, he had to grip the hilt of his broadsword tightly with both hands and use all his strength to maintain his standing posture.

This is the fourth time.

Just now, he cut off Hughes' left arm and shattered it into ice shards.

But it's meaningless.

Hughes merely glanced down at his missing limbs.

Then a cloud of black mist surged from his shoulder blade, and in just a few breaths, a completely intact arm regenerated, and he picked up the short sword that had fallen to the ground again.

"It's meaningless," Hughes said slowly.

The broken sword swept out horizontally, bringing with it a burst of black mist.

Three high-ranking knights from the Inquisition, clad in heavy silver armor, stepped forward to meet them.

They had no room to retreat. The halberds clashed in mid-air, attempting to lock down Hughes's position.

But they were still somewhat inexperienced when faced with absolute power.

The black mist slammed into the breastplate of the knight on the left, and the sound of breaking ribs was clearly audible.

The knight was then thrown backward, crashing into the rock wall and leaving a pool of blood.

The other two knights' halberds struck Hughes' side, forcibly stopping him and sending a few sparks flying, but causing no real damage.

Hughes slapped the knight on his right to the ground with a backhand strike. The knight's neck cracked, and he slumped down, incapacitated.

The situation has now reached a stalemate.

Or rather, it's a one-sided torment.

If it weren't for the two archmages maintaining the barrier spell and successfully sealing off Hughes's space, Hughes would probably have destroyed the Eternal Furnace long ago.

Bishop Clement in the back was flipping through the legal code. His face was not good at the moment, and his fingers were trembling uncontrollably as he cast spells.

"Divine intervention."

Clement's withered lips uttered a prayer.

The golden scripture burst forth with brilliance. Two beams of light descended from the sky, enveloping the two fallen Judgment Knights.

This is not a gentle healing magic, but rather a forbidden magic that forcibly drains their life potential.

In the golden light, the broken ribs were reconnected, and the shattered internal organs rapidly regenerated and healed.

As their ribs and internal organs repeatedly ruptured and healed, the two knights couldn't help but groan in the pillar of light. Gritting their teeth, they braced themselves against their halberds and stood up again.

Their silver heavy armor was stained with their own blood. Without hesitation, they charged at Hughes once more.

Roderick watched this scene with no expression on his face.

This tactic can only delay Hughes Bloodhoof's advance.

Clement's magical power is not limitless.

Each time he cast a high-level divine spell, he was draining the old bishop's magical power. The situation at the Northern Fortress above was equally unknown. Once the defenses breached and the beast horde surged in, the underground core would no longer be the most pressing issue.

The problem right now is that no matter what kind of injury he suffers, Hughes Bloodhoof can recover completely in just a few seconds.

As long as he stands here, as long as he can regenerate indefinitely, the outcome of this war of attrition is already predetermined.

Karen, carrying her greatsword, retreated to Roderick's side.

The old knight's chest heaved violently as his greatsword repeatedly clashed with Hughes's hard body, leaving several nicks and chips.

"Unkillable." Karen spat out a mouthful of saliva and smiled coldly. "I've never heard of such an infinite healing ability before."

"There is no creature in this world that cannot be killed." Roderick gripped his broadsword tightly. "His ability to keep healing must come at a price."

Clement stood at the very back, his hands trembling slightly from the excessive casting.

He no longer easily unleashed his attack magic.

The True Light of Vengeance was indeed effective against Hughes, but even if Hughes's body were completely shattered, he could recover.

Casting another attack spell would just be a waste of mana; it would be better to save some for healing the knights in front.

The old bishop narrowed his eyes slightly.

Clement's high-ranking divine abilities granted him vision unlike that of ordinary people.

To ordinary people, battles are a clash of swords and magic, but to him, they are a flow and collision of various energies.

He looked at Hughes.

While he was thinking, Hughes was being struck by a disintegration ray from two archmages, and a large chunk of his abdomen was melted away.

The black mist surged again, and the repairs began.

In that instant, Clement detected a slight energy fluctuation.

The conservation of energy is the fundamental law of the entire world.

Even gods need to expend the power of faith and magic to perform miracles.

Hughes's rapid rebirth, which completely defies common sense, absolutely requires an extremely large amount of negative energy to support it.

No matter how powerful he is, he cannot heal himself out of thin air without consuming anything.

Clement's gaze shifted upwards.

He looked through Hughes's body at the ceiling above.

He seemed to see a line connecting Hughes.

The line was not a physical entity; it ignored the hard rock layers dozens of meters underground in the Northern Fortress, ignored all physical barriers, and connected to Hughes's body.

Whenever Hughes is injured, whenever his bones need to be remodeled, this thin thread thickens a few degrees.

It seemed that a high concentration of some kind of energy was flowing into Hughes's body through the channel, helping him repair his body.

Sure enough, this was the source of Hughes's continuously replenishing energy.

Clement squinted slightly, focusing his attention on the thin line: it pointed far north.

That was deep within the northern wastelands, and also the source of the massive beast tide.

Clement put away the legal code. He needed to verify his hypothesis.

He dared not draw any conclusions, for in war, any wrong judgment could lead to considerable consequences.

"Commander Roderick," Clement's voice rang out behind the commander. "Next time, sever his feet. Leave him suspended in mid-air. Knight Karen, destroy his torso. Two mages, prepare the anti-gravity field."

Upon hearing this, Roderick did not hesitate at all.

Within the Northern Fortress, no one possessed more experience than this bishop, who had likely lived for over a hundred years, and in battle, absolute trust was the foundation of comradeship.

Roderick instantly appeared beside Hughes, and swiftly swung his broadsword.

Hughes swung his broken sword to parry.

But Roderick's attack was just a feint.

The three Judgment Knights, with perfect coordination, simultaneously threw their halberds from three different directions.

The halberd precisely locked down the space where Hughes was hiding.

Hughes had to take a half step back.

The instant his feet left the ground, the two high priests behind him simultaneously chanted incantations.

High-level magic, [Anti-Gravity Field], is being cast.

The rules of gravity in the center of the hall were instantly rewritten. Hughes's body floated upwards uncontrollably.