Do ratmen dream of the sacred tree of spirits?

Chapter 105 Advance

Can he absorb this black mist? And without any side effects? After all, even a top enlightened being like Sister Fanning had difficulty resisting it. Why didn't he discover it sooner? Sigh, Fafnir felt both surprised and disappointed. Was it his bloodline or the power of the "ledger"? He had to do something.

"Go to hell! Where is everyone?"

"Not here yet! Where's the messenger from the nearby territory?! We're about to collapse—there are nearly three-tier Earth-level demons on the field!" Kingsley roared at the remote information processing system.

"Retreat! All superhumans, evacuate! Let those first and second-tier demons charge over. We've done our best—" Bishop Gray hesitated for a moment, but still gave the order for a full retreat.

"Sister Fanning—I need to get close to the rift. No—I'm not crazy, of course. Mr. Victor is in danger. He's being corrupted by spirituality. I might be able to help him."

"Of course it will work. I think I can help Mr. Victor. You know, the ratmen's bloodline has a spiritual connection."

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I felt I could absorb that black mist, and there were absolutely no side effects.

If you had the ability to help Mr. Victor, I think you certainly wouldn't just be standing here. I share the same thought as you.

—I'm very sorry, it's really difficult for me to do it alone. I only need the assistance of the original ranged spells. I just need to get close.

—No, thank you. I'm sure I'm effective. I'll just move closer; there won't be any problem.

"—Lord Demery, thank you. I will be careful."

Bishop Kingsley and Sister Fanning were exasperated by his reckless behavior, but Fafnir's confident and resolute attitude gave them some hope. "Fafnir, I believe in you, but taking care of your safety and life is the most important thing—I admire your courage, little one, you've really grown up. In any case, I'll apply to the district for you to be promoted to the third-level, no, second-level priesthood."

After a brief silence, Bishop Kingsley seemed to have made up his mind and ordered his men, "Everyone, cover me and Father Fafnir; we are going to get closer to the crypt."

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The sheriffs who were preparing to retreat stopped in their tracks, and the psionic cannons immediately changed direction to reload. Bishop Kingsley took out the weapon at his waist. This enchanted sword had considerable melee capabilities. "Fanning, use your ranged spells to cover me and Fafnir!"

Walk!"

Enemies fell one after another before the two. Although Victor and Aldrich had engaged all the third-tier demons, first- and second-tier demons continued to emerge from the rift. Fafnir had not expected that Bishop Demery, wielding his sword, was so powerful. He killed almost all the first-tier demons and the second-tier demons with weaker spiritual fluctuations with a single strike. The sword also had the effect of spiritual resonance. Fafnir's spiritual vision saw the magical runes engraved on the sword flowing. Psionic cannons and various ranged spells cleared a path for the two. Bishop Kingsley felt that things were going exceptionally well. He felt hope because without Fafnir, he certainly could not have rushed to such a close place to the rift. The billowing black mist was absorbed by Fafnir beside him as it approached him.

"Fafner, how are you feeling?" Kingsley was a little worried about Fafnir's condition. Fafnir's body had already absorbed...

A great deal of spiritual pollution... "Lord Demery, I'm fine." He only felt some pain. The "spiritual rift" within his body felt like a bottomless pit. Fafnir felt he was far from reaching his limit; this bit of black mist was nothing to him. At the same time, he felt a slight sense of unease. Approaching the rift would attract the black mist to him. Fafnir thought that Mr. Victor would surely have an easier time—

Sigh, why didn't I realize it sooner?

Several second-tier demons with strong spiritual energy surrounded them. Bishop Kingsley was struggling; only Sister Fanning, a top-tier Enlightened One, could offer any help with her ranged spells. The psionic cannon was still cooling down. Fafnir cast several second-tier fireballs in succession, slightly easing the pressure on Bishop Kingsley. The closer they got to the rift, the stronger Fafnir felt his "attraction"—the black mist kept drilling into his body. Hold on—

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Is there any other way to speed up my ability to attract black mist?

Fafnir could clearly see Mr. Victor fighting not far away. He activated his spiritual vision and discovered that the black mist over there was also slowly flowing towards him. It was effective!

Some pain, just hang in there.

The intense pain within his body had numbed him. He continuously circulated the spell to fill the spiritual gaps, and Fafnir discovered that this accelerated his absorption of the black mist—which served as the original fragments of spiritual amber. However, the black mist couldn't fill the spiritual gaps; it was merely absorbed, and it caused Fafnir even more pain.

When the third-tier demon looked at Fafnir, Fafnir unexpectedly felt a sense of calm. They had noticed him, and Fafnir even felt a little relieved that he had attracted some attention.

He could no longer feel the fluctuations in his own heart.

The Bishop Demery before him was covered in deep red bloodstains, which were less noticeable in his black priestly robes, appearing almost like decorative accents.

Victor sensed something amiss. One of the third-tier demons attacking him seemed to be hesitating, slowing its assault. Victor knew that distraction was the worst thing in battle; he could find an opportunity—

It was that third-tier demon who was looking at him. The spiritual attack of the third-tier fluctuations was rapidly approaching them. What should they do? Fafnir saw Bishop Demery in front of him.

Bishop Kingsley raised his sword once more, his mind completely focused on facing the incoming attack.

Am I going to die here? — At least this attack can protect the little guy behind me. Heh, it's alright, the chief sheriff of the God of Death isn't afraid of death.

Forcibly mobilizing all his spiritual energy, Kingsley was preparing to unleash this defensive attack when the messenger's spiritual energy fluctuations came from behind him: "Special: Spirit Barrier (Tier 3) (Loanable) (0/1)"

Change (1/1)

—（0/1）"

Kingsley saw the little guy behind him smile at him.

Fafnir saw that the demon who had attacked them had been killed by Mr. Victor, who seized an opening. A large amount of black mist surged from his corpse and flowed towards the rift. The black mist then turned and was attracted to Fafnir.

Fafnir's spirits lifted, and more and more black mist gathered around him, but this seemed to break a certain balance. Fafnir felt the spiritual fluctuations of the rift becoming more unstable and intense.