Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 222 Powerless
Volame's face was solemn. She took out her wand. Although her magic power had not fully recovered, she still had enough magic to cast flying magic.

Ella showed no fear at all, and even seemed to want to have a fight with these guards.

She didn't consume much magic power in the previous battle, so dealing with these guards was no problem at all. The only problems would be with the priests in the temple.

The atmosphere was very heavy and a battle could break out at any time.

At this moment, an old voice suddenly sounded from deep inside the temple gate.

"stop!"

The sound seemed to contain a strange magic that made all the guards stop their movements and subconsciously look in the direction of the sound.

An old man in a simple white robe walked out from the depths of the temple, accompanied by two young priests.

The other party was none other than the bishop of this temple—Casarius.

The bishop's eyes swept calmly over the guards who were on edge, and then fell on Volame and Ella who were surrounded in the center. Finally, his sight stopped at Fulilian who was unconscious behind Volame.

When he saw the blood on Fulilian's abdomen, a flicker of fluctuation appeared in his eyes.

"Drop your weapons," Bishop Casalius ordered.

The captain of the guards looked troubled: "But, Your Excellency, they attacked the guards and tried to force their way in..."

"I say, put down your weapons," Bishop Casarius repeated. His tone remained calm, but the weight contained in it made the captain of the guards' heart tremble, and he dared not hesitate any longer.

"Yes! Bishop!" the captain of the guard gave the order quickly.

The encirclement was instantly dispersed. Although the guards still stared at Ella and Volame vigilantly, the weapons in their hands dropped.

The bishop came to Fulilian.

He ignored Ella who was on high alert, but stretched out his hand and hovered above Fulilian's wound, and a soft light began to appear.

"It's useless." Ella said coldly, "Ordinary healing magic doesn't work, otherwise we would have healed it ourselves long ago."

The bishop ignored Ella. After a moment, after confirming that his healing magic was indeed ineffective, he said with a serious look, "Can you tell me why this elf girl was so seriously injured?"

The bishop did not ask the two men why they broke into the temple. Perhaps when he saw the injured Fulilian, he already understood everything.

Volame looked at the calm old man in front of her. She could feel the pure aura of light emanating from him, which was completely different from the indifferent guards before.

She immediately gave a brief account of the whole story, including mentioning the demon general Balzac.

Ella stood aside vigilantly, her eyes fixed on the bishop, waiting for his decision.

Bishop Casalius listened quietly to Volame's explanation and his gaze returned to Fulilian's wound.

During the treatment just now, he naturally sensed the dark power deep within the wound. The power was so strong that even he was frightened.

There was silence for a moment.

There was silence in front of the temple, and everyone was silently waiting for his answer.

Finally, Bishop Casalius made a decision.

"Wherever the goddess' light shines, all life has value. Regardless of race or faith, no one should stand by and watch someone die."

He turned to the captain of the guards and said, "Bring in this elf girl, along with these two."

The captain of the guard was stunned for a moment, then he accepted the order: "Yes! Bishop!"

Vlame's tense nerves finally relaxed at this moment. "Thank you," she sincerely thanked the old bishop before her.

Even Ella temporarily put away her edge and said apologetically, "Sorry."

Bishop Casalius nodded slightly. "It's alright. I understand your feelings. Saving the dying and healing the wounded is what the goddess's followers should do. But..."

His tone became very serious: "This power is not insignificant. Even I am not completely confident. You must be mentally prepared."

After saying this, he said no more and turned to walk into the temple.

Volame and Ella hurried to catch up, the hope that had just ignited in their hearts was also overshadowed by the bishop's words.

The healing place of the temple.

Fulilian was placed on the platform. After carefully examining the wounds on her body, Bishop Casalius's expression became extremely solemn.

But he still used the highest level of sacred magic.

His palm was suspended above Fulilian's wound, and magic power surged around him. A ball of milky white holy light that was dozens of times more intense than the one Volame had cast before condensed in his palm.

The holy light slowly poured down, covering Fulilian's entire body, and the moment it came into contact with the wound, it made a "sizzling" sound.

The black energy at the wound seemed to have life. It began to churn and resist wildly, even trying to counterattack the pure light.

The bishop's face changed drastically when he saw this scene, but he still gritted his teeth and continued to cast magic.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Fine beads of sweat also seeped out of his forehead, obviously he was exhausted.

However, although the black energy in Fulilian's wound was suppressed and even the wound began to heal, there was still a dark aura under the skin, in the core area close to the internal organs.

Just like taking root, although it was weakened and suppressed under the influence of the holy light, it could never be completely eradicated.

More than ten minutes later, Bishop Casalius slowly withdrew his hand, and the light on Fulilian's body also dissipated.

"Ugh!"

He sighed tiredly, looked at Fulilian's still pale face, shook his head, with deep fear and helplessness in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, both of you." The bishop apologized to Volame and Ella, "The dark power this young lady has been subjected to is too strong and strange. I have never seen such a foul power in my life.

Although the highest level of holy magic can temporarily suppress and slow down its spread, it cannot be completely eradicated unless someone can continuously cast holy magic, but that is only a temporary solution and not a permanent cure.

Her vitality is still slowly being eroded, and I'm afraid she won't last more than three days."

"Can't last more than three days?" Volame's voice was trembling. She looked at Fulilian's face, which was as calm as if she was sleeping, and a strong sense of unwillingness surged in her heart.

Even the Bishop of the Human Temple is powerless!?
Ella sighed softly.

In the end, they couldn't do anything.

Looking at the two people's entangled expressions, the bishop shook his head and gave up the words he wanted to say.

Theoretically, if you encounter this unknown dark force, the best decision is to keep it in the temple for research.

I believe that with the speed at which humans develop in the field of magic, it won't take a few hundred years for them to create magic to counter this dark force.

But considering Ella's previous actions, the old bishop gave up the idea.

(End of this chapter)