I kissed the statue at the beginning and I vomited all over the floor

After Alvin fell down, the Fallen a mile away retreated and disappeared without a trace.

And everyone on the city wall breathed a sigh of relief.

It's not just because the enemies were almost wiped out, but also because there's a bit of fear of the unknown.

They were a little worried that Ivan, who looked a little abnormal, might suddenly have a brain storm and use this thing on his own people again.

"Todd, what kind of magic did you teach this kid?"

Il sat on the ground weakly and said to Todd, who used to be a member of the defense team.

"I... I just taught a [Five-Colored Ball]..."

Todd said this with no confidence at all.

……

In the distance, the last few Fallen still standing let out ear-piercing howls.

This sound seemed to be a signal, prompting the last group of Fallen troops ten miles away to stop.

In the middle of the team, a character who was obviously quite intelligent raised his head and growled twice in the direction where the sound waves came from.

Then, he just stood there quietly, as if waiting for a response.

This unit can be said to be the most ace unit among the Fallen who invaded this time.

All of them are professionals, and their ranks are probably not low;

There are also many fallen archers in the team who carry longbows and quivers. This is a new type that the druids have never seen before.

A middle-aged bald man who disappeared from the base chose a big oak tree this time, hid in the thick and dense canopy, and observed everything.

"Wow, this is amazing. Even though he's already this crazy, he still has the ability to control the system and conduct long-distance communications."

Priest Boll lowered his head and sighed in a low voice.

Soon, the commanding Fallen in the distance seemed to receive a signal from the front line.

He opened his mouth, revealing his twisted and deformed teeth, and growled twice in the direction of the druid station, then turned and left.

Like a whole, the entire team turned back collectively, with the commander as the center, and began to retreat at the same speed.

"Hey, we can't let you guys get away."

After saying this, his figure changed drastically.

……

On the city wall, in addition to the few people who stayed on duty, there were also a few druids who were seriously injured sitting there.

"Miss Philohill, thank you for your help."

A druid who had just received treatment from the female elf saluted to Philothir.

"We're colleagues now, Tracy."

The thin female elf responded with a smile, then walked towards her next target.

Leaving behind a female druid who was beginning to become a fangirl.

At the base of the city wall, most of the defense team members gathered together.

Although they were tired, they still had things to do.

"All the ladies who don't want to be scarred, gather here. I still have a dozen rounds of Ivan's version of [Cure Minor Wounds]!"

Il seemed to have forgotten the pain in his body. He jumped onto a wooden barrel, shouting and screaming with a smile on his face.

Ryan was holding his forehead with his hand while holding a pile of enchanted equipment that he had not yet used.

As the first group to be equipped with Alvin enchanted equipment, their defense team knew all too well what these spells were capable of.

“Okay, next one!

Don’t worry, the defense team still has a lot of this equipment!

Eh? Tyrion? We're currently treating women who don't want scarring.

You can ask Miss Ferothir to cast a normal healing spell."

The beautiful elf warrior covered his abdomen, where there was a long horizontal wound, which made him sweat profusely in pain.

"No, Mr. Il, you don't know how important it is for me to maintain my appearance. Please use the Evan enchanted version to treat me. I don't want to be left with scars."

"Uh...okay..."

At the door of the large warehouse, Alia and Senna were busy distributing medical supplies and food.

As if blaming herself for not contributing much in the battle just now, Senna worked extra hard.

"There's some dried meat here, do you want some?"

"There are lots of dried raspberries, do you want some?"

"Rye wine...Huh? Where did this come from?"

Perhaps because of the excitement after the battle, everyone in the entire station was using up their remaining strength to try to do something for others.

……

In the small tree hole, Ivan was lying on his mattress. His whole body was limp, making it even more difficult to move him.

"Sister, this pervert is so heavy..."

The short half-elf sat down on the edge of the bed and shook his sore arms.

They had only rested for less than two hours before they had to climb up the city wall again to prepare for battle, which was a bit too much for Xiao Lian's body.

"Shh, let's not wake him."

The half-elf lady is now in a state of severe overdraft due to summoning too many creatures.

Her strength, her spell slots, and all her energy had been used up. She was afraid that she wouldn't be able to recover after just a day or two of rest.

Xiling also wanted to fall asleep, but now, she had to check on Ivan's condition first.

Similar to Xiling's overdraft, in fact, Alvin also cleared out all the brain computing power he had accumulated during this period of time.

Different from energy consumption or physical fatigue, clearing the brain's computing power makes the Blue Star Waste Youth's main consciousness and subconsciousness become unconscious.

If there was a shaman who was proficient in soul perception here, he would probably exclaim: Wow, isn’t this a vegetable…

After confirming again and again that Ivan's breathing and heartbeat were fine and that he was in a normal state of sleep, Xiling forced herself to endure the severe dizziness and left Ivan's room.

……

The whole station was very quiet.

It was not until dawn that the members of the North District Sect had time to rest.

This was the first time for most people to experience such high-intensity combat. They felt excited after the battle, so they slept particularly soundly.

The silence in the base was not broken until after lunch time.

Xiling felt that she had forgotten something yesterday.

But because she was exhausted both physically and mentally, she went back to her room and fell asleep.

I was awakened by the noise outside and walked out the door in a daze, wearing my cloak.

A large group of cult members had gathered around the newly built heavy gate of the base. They huddled together, making gasping sounds from time to time.

Xiling tried hard to separate the crowd and saw Philohill and Ryan squatting on the ground, frantically casting healing spells on a tall figure.

“This is Priest Boll!

How did you get hurt like this? "

Boll, who was lying on the ground, was turned over by everyone. This sturdy middle-aged bald man was naked from the waist up, with countless small wounds all over his body.

There was a hideous cut running from his right shoulder to his stomach, and his ribs with some scratches could be seen between the protruding muscles.

What was even more terrifying was his face. There was a hole on his left cheek, which seemed to be a penetrating wound caused by an unknown weapon.

His eyes were tightly closed, but the right eyelid had obviously slumped a little, and the eyeball might no longer be there.

On his forehead, which was already covered with scars, there were countless more scars, from collisions, chopping, and scraping...

What kind of battle was this...