Simultaneous Transmigration: We Level Up Alone Across Multiple Worlds

After weighing the options, Ethan decided that treating these people wouldn't take much longer and chose to follow them.

Kraft walked ahead, with Ethan following behind.

"Your name is Ethan Chen."

How did you know?

"The monk's certificate from Rigel Church has his name and surname on it."

Ethan didn't reply. His hand, which had just been handing over the documents, paused for a moment; he hadn't actually noticed that detail.

Ethan Chen did not answer.

His blue-gold pupils narrowed slightly.

If the elf's magical perception were being used, she should be able to detect it... but so far, in Muxingtong's perception, the area around Kraft is completely calm.

Ethan pulled his hood down a little.

The village appeared in the valley just as the sun had set behind the ridgeline.

A dozen or so stone houses...

The roof was smashed through, and the walls were covered in claw marks.

The bell tower of the village church has been demolished.

Injured villagers are clearing the rubble.

Those carrying rubble and those pushing carts were ignored.

A middle-aged man wearing a turban was the first to notice Kraft's emblem, and he put down the broken tiles he was holding and jogged over.

"My Lord Mage..."

"A monk. Not a mage." Kraft gestured behind him with his thumb.

"Where are the wounded?"

"They were all carried inside the church."

The church looked larger than it did at the village entrance.

The benches in the main hall were piled up in the corner, and straw mats were laid on the empty ground. The wounded lay on the straw mats, their injuries similar to those of the three people in the outpost. The one with more serious injuries was outside the church, lying on the ground covered with a white sheet.

Ethan squatted down in front of the straw mat.

A warm yellow light appeared in the palm of his hand, covering the torn flesh, and the wound closed up from both ends towards the middle.

The second... the third...

Kraft glanced at the progress inside the church, then turned and went outside to help the others.

Nearly half of the wounded have been treated.

Kraft leaned against the doorframe and looked for a moment.

"Did you learn this technique from the wounded soldiers at Rigel Port?"

Ethan turned the wounded man's arm over, found the claw marks hidden in the crook of his elbow, and held his hand up to them.

"I guess so."

"Ligel is a good place."

Ethan Chen didn't reply, and the light of the healing magic in his hand went out.

How many are left?

"The inside is all healed, but there are still three minor injuries outside."

After nightfall, the village chief lit a bonfire.

The villagers pooled their stored grain together.

Wheat porridge, dried vegetables, and hard bread.

Kraft received a bowl of porridge and half a biscuit, then turned and handed a bowl to Ethan.

Ethan took it.

The wheat porridge was thin, with a few overcooked wheat kernels at the bottom of the bowl.

The campfire burned for a while.

The crackling sound of the firewood splitting was actually reassuring at that moment.

"Are you a local from Rigel?" Kraft placed the bowl on his lap.

"no."

"Where did it come from?"

"Northern Plateau."

Kraft's eyebrows twitched. "The Northern Plateau? That's demon territory."

Ethan took a sip of porridge but didn't reply.

Kraft did not press the matter further.

I folded the food bag and placed it next to my knees, then looked up at the stars for a while.

The autumn night sky was clear, with the Milky Way stretching from the northern mountain ridge all the way to the ruins of the church bell tower in the south.

"I used to have a human partner." Kraft's voice suddenly slowed down by half a beat.

"He's also a monk, and he's also from the northern continent. Just like you, he doesn't talk much."

He took the wooden pendant with the goddess emblem from his collar and gently stroked its patterns.

"Then humans erected a stone statue of me. And then nobody..."

A low, guttural roar suddenly came from the northern forest.

It's not a wolf.

Ethan Chen had already stood up.

Mu Xingtong pierced through the night and locked onto the magical outline deep in the forest.

Four.

Three creatures with relatively weak magical energy fluctuations and medium size were moving quickly through the forest, their dark red magical outlines flickering in the night.

The fourth one followed closely behind, its magical power far exceeding that of the first three. A dense mass of dark red magic was slowly condensing into shape.

Kraft put down the bowl.

"Everyone, get into the church. Close the door."

The village chief was stunned for a moment, and then, realizing what was happening, he scrambled and pushed the people around him into the church doorway, scattering bowls and dry rations all over the ground.

Kraft was heading towards the village entrance.

Ethan Chen walked past him first, leaving behind a single sentence.

"Please protect the villagers."

Kraft was taken aback. He had initially thought that the monk wrapped in the black robe was a frail healer who needed a guarantor to pass the card.

Now it seems... the cloak and mask on his body must be magical artifacts used to conceal his magical power.

Like Volamere, is he concealing his own magic...?

Three demons emerged simultaneously from the mountains and forests.

With limbs swinging wildly as they charged, their eyes dark red and without pupils, the three demons scattered as they rushed out of the forest, flanking Ethan Chen from three angles.

Ethan Chen's eyes darted left and right.

Mu Xingtong locked onto the dark red magic core in the chest cavity of each of the three demons.

The core of magic pulsates below the ribs; for most demons, the core of magic is the heart.

"The Goddess's Three-Pointed Spear!"

Three magical spears materialized out of thin air.

The spear was slender, and its white light was dazzling.

Held in front of his palm, the spear tip was aimed at the movement trajectory of the three demons.

Ethan Chen was not going to hold back and continued to pour magic into the spear of light.

After the Origin Space was synchronized, there was no longer a shortage of magical power.

The three spears of light began to split under the influence of excessive magic.

Three become six, six become nine.

The spearheads were pressed thinner and thinner, their brightness becoming increasingly dazzling, and the tips of the nine spears of light spread outward in a fan shape in front of the right palm.

The original design of Goddess Three Guns was to fire three shots simultaneously for precise point-to-point kills.

Ever since the day he deciphered the Holy Scripture, Ethan Chen had been thinking... what if there was an abundance of magic power?

Nine magical spears were unleashed simultaneously.

It covered all possible evasive maneuvers for the three demons.

*Pfft!*

The spear of light easily pierced through flesh and blood, instantly penetrating the heart of the demon. The three demons began to disintegrate as they were pierced in mid-air.

It mingled with the incandescent holy light and was quickly dispersed by the night wind.

Upon seeing this, Kraft smiled with satisfaction.

Footsteps could be heard coming from the forest.

Unlike the previous wild beasts running on all fours, this is more like a person's steady stride.

The demons emerged from the shadows of the forest.

High-level demons.

It is humanoid and its size is larger than the previous three combined.

Wearing shoulder armor and breastplate, surrounded by a dark red magical barrier, they were extremely cautious.

Ethan didn't pay much attention and reassembled the Goddess Three Guns.

But this time...

Only one was formed.

A massive amount of magic power was poured in as if it were free, and with Mu Xing Tong observing the magic structure inside the spear in real time to apply compression, the spear became thinner and thinner.

Ethan didn't notice that his eyes began to emit blue-gold starlight, and his own magic was also affected by it, causing the tip of his spear to change color.

At the very tip of the spear, a thin layer of star-blue light appeared on its surface.

The blue light was very faint, like the first sliver of dawn breaking on the horizon in the early winter morning.

The light spear slipped from his hand.

Sizzle...!