The victory of a religion in another world is so easy?

The next moment, to the warrior's utter bewilderment, the armor on his body appeared in Elsa's hands.

Elsa swung her dagger and plunged it into the heart of the heavily armored warrior.

"I've killed four, not bad," Elsa commented, "but it should stop here."

The massive blood loss, combined with the toxicity of the poisoned arrow, made her feel dizzy and her vision began to blur.

I just don't know if we can stop these people from doing things they don't even know what they're up to.

Another warrior charged forward, slashing horizontally with his two-handed sword. Elsa struggled to parry with her dagger, but the disadvantage of her weapon and the difference in strength caused her dagger to be pushed back.

The two-handed sword, with its dagger attached, left a deep, bloody gash in her abdomen, through which her writhing internal organs were faintly visible.

But if only she could be saved, she really didn't want to die, or rather, she really didn't want to die. The military camp wasn't far from here.

If any of them—Taylor, Lysa, Olena, or even Rand—discovers the problem here, there is hope for salvation.

My injuries seem to be too severe right now. Even if I am saved, I might not survive. Although I have heard that Rand has a secret technique that can bring the dead back to life and heal the wounded, I have never known if it is true.

Chapter 89 Blessing 2 Restarted

I did make it just in time.

Lysa and Olena take turns guarding Rand. When Olena is by Rand's side as his personal bodyguard, Lysa is off duty.

Sometimes, even after get off work, Rand would take up her time to do tasks like scouting the surroundings, which wouldn't easily expose her identity.

She wasn't free tonight, but she wasn't idle either. Ellie had asked her to come out and find some herbs. During the standoff, many wounded people had appeared, causing herbs and other medical supplies to become scarce.

Although Earl Blackbrown's opinion was that these conscripts' injuries should not be treated at all, Rand still tried to persuade him.

At least the wounded in the front-line combat units will receive medical treatment.

Abandoning the wounded would be a devastating blow to morale.

Thus, Ryza, who went out to find herbs, encountered Elsa, who was being chased.

Lysa admired Elsa somewhat. Even though she was so badly injured and being chased by more than a dozen high-level professionals, she still managed to get so close to the military camp.

If I survive this, I'll probably be able to advance to the highest-level professional.

Lysa delayed for a while, and after the commotion grew, all the other high-ranking members of the hideout, except for Tanl who was stationed at the military camp, arrived. They successfully killed the remaining eleven high-ranking professionals and rescued Elsa.

Saying she was saved might not be the right word, because Elsa's injuries were too severe, and her chances of survival were slim.

Elsa, who was taken back to the military camp, was charred black and covered in gruesome wounds, almost unrecognizable.

Rand immediately put down his work, cleared out a treatment room, and arranged for treatment.

In the medical room, Ellie and Lysa, who had some basic knowledge of herbalism, stood on either side. Olenna was not there; she had gone to temporarily handle military affairs for Rand.

"How is it?" Rand asked.

“The liver is diseased and needs to be removed. This is probably due to the poisoned arrow. In addition, we discovered a side effect of the golden leaves: a lot of the flesh and blood have become somewhat similar to plants,” Ellie said in a heavy tone.

Such injuries are basically beyond saving; it's a miracle that Elsa is still alive.

It's unclear what kind of tenacious will to live exists within her frail body, but she is still alive.

Perhaps the miracles and spells recorded in those ancient books could achieve that, but the conditions are certainly not available here now.

Rand remained as still and emotionless as a stone statue, simply saying, "Wake her up."

Ellie nodded and sighed. That was all she could do now; at least Elsa could leave a last message.

Elsa woke up quickly under the stimulation of Ellie's magic. The moment she opened her eyes, she heard Rand say, "Agree quickly."

"Agree to what?" Elsa was momentarily confused.

Rand said, "All you have to do is agree."

Trusting Rand, or perhaps because her injuries had made it difficult for her to think clearly, Elsa agreed, though she didn't even know what she had agreed to.

The moment Elsa agreed, bloody body tissue appeared in Rand's hands: a necrotic liver, vesicular flesh, which Rand began to remove at high speed.

Such surgery is extremely efficient and avoids massive bleeding. Rand is not a medical student and does not know how to perform surgery, but the blessing of the god of struggle gives him the ability to pluck flesh and blood.

Although it cannot be used in combat for the time being, it is still very useful as a surgical tool.

Then, without hesitation, Rand cast Blessing 2.

Elsa, who was about to faint again, suddenly widened her eyes, and an expression of disbelief appeared on her beautiful and delicate face.

Rand said to Ellie, "Tie her up."

Ellie glanced at Rand; she had personally experienced the effects of Blessing 2.

“That won’t do. If she doesn’t release it, her desires will burn her brain.” Ellie hesitated for a moment before sharing her experience.

Rand was a little arrogant; he had already prepared a countermeasure.

Taking the cleaned toy from Lysa, he said to Elsa, who had regained consciousness, "For now, this is all we can do, so please make do for the time being."

Ellie glared at Rand: "Aren't you going to leave?"

“What’s wrong with looking?” Rand said matter-of-factly.

He's been in this world for almost a year now, and while he hasn't improved in anything else, his skin has certainly gotten a million times thicker.

The main reason is that he needs to keep an eye on things. The recovery effect is achieved by Elsa chewing too many golden leaves and the effect of Blessing 2. Rand must pay attention at all times to remove Elsa's plant-like flesh and blood.

Honestly, there's nothing to see right now. Elsa's body is covered in disgusting wounds, which doesn't arouse any desire at all.

Rand silently turned the prop to its highest setting.

Then I watched Elsa keep trying to twist her body.

As dawn approached, Elsa finally calmed down. Well, the "operating table" was covered in water stains, probably from sweat.

"Why isn't he awake?" Ellie asked, puzzled.

Rand, also puzzled, patted Elsa's face and said, "Wake up, wake up."

Still not awake.

Lysa's rarely expressionless face twitched; the corners of her mouth seemed to curve slightly, and her eyes also seemed to crinkle.

She went around to the side and gently pinched the toy switch that was placed to the side with her fingers.

He extended another finger, mimicking Rand's manner, and chuckled loudly before shifting the gear to its maximum setting.

woke up.

Everyone present now knows that Elsa is faking fainting.

Elsa sat up in embarrassment and anger, throwing the toy aside. Now she finally knew what it was for; no wonder she had stolen it before.

Lysa, who always seemed indifferent to everything, came after her and left whip marks on her buttocks that made it uncomfortable for her to sit or stand.

He opened his eyes and met Rand's gaze.

Recalling the half-night she spent interacting with that vibrating mechanical structure, all under Rand's gaze, she suddenly lost the courage to stay awake.

Elsa glanced at Ellie and Lysa beside her, remained silent for a moment, then lay back down on the operating table, turned over, and turned her face toward the bed.

Now she's starting to doubt whether coming back to life is a good thing, because it's clear to her that her future life will never be able to escape this dark history.

My life seems to be full of dark history. The last time I stole underwear in the Lord's Hall was also under Rand's watchful eye.

This is an apocalyptic black history; I feel like my life has lost all color, and the future seems bleak.

"She's fainted again." Ellie kindly explained on Elsa's behalf, "She's probably just recovering and is prone to fainting."

Elsa should be cured now, and Rand had no intention of continuing to attack her sense of shame. After calling a female medical staff member over from outside the medical room to take care of her, he led the staff out of the medical room.

Although the messenger was dead, the letter from his own 2nd Legion was still received. The opportunity to break through the enemy legion was just around the corner, and he was extremely busy.

The scout team suffered heavy casualties, but because Elsa attracted most of the attention, a few survived, such as the little thief girl who seemed to like Elsa very much.

Chapter 90 Breakthrough, Mystery Clouds

In theory, the highest level does not exist, because the difference between the upper level and the highest level is not just a matter of job rank.

This includes physical transformations, spiritual elevation, and the complete unlocking of the mysteries of extraordinary power.

Once you reach the highest level, it becomes difficult to believe that this former human professional is still human.

Tanl can knock a charging armored horse to the ground with a single punch, Olena can dance amidst blades, and Lysa possesses unimaginable eyesight, even able to control arrows to change direction after they are fired.

After Elsa and Rand left, she immediately got up, jumped off the wet operating table, took a towel from the female medical staff next to her, wiped herself off, and then put on the prepared clothes.

She felt she had stepped into the threshold of becoming a top-tier professional, and her hands were itching to fight. It was a pity that this was a crucial time, otherwise she would have definitely challenged Olena or Lysa to test her current strength.

Now, I guess I'll just have to try it myself.

Rand entered the military camp, where Count Black Brown was already waiting.

Seeing Rand with dark circles under his eyes, Count Black Brown wasn't surprised. The infantry regiment wasn't as outrageous as it had been at the beginning. Although it still looked vulnerable, it was at least more presentable. Count Black Brown could imagine the hard work Rand had put in.

Once again feeling relieved that he had managed to capture a laborer, Earl Black Brown remained outwardly calm and said, "The enemy has already begun their attack. Prepare your defenses."

Rand nodded. In terms of war command, Earl Black Brown was a good superior.

He never interferes in matters he doesn't understand or in trivial details, and when problems arise, he takes the initiative to find solutions.

For example, regarding the previous issue of provisions, after learning about the situation, Earl Black Brown neither scolded Rand for not understanding the implications, nor did he punish the quartermaster.

Instead, he led his men to plunder the countryside.

The same applies to commanding infantry regiments. Count Black Brown knew very well that he was not good at commanding such muddy infantry regiments, so his commands were only in general terms, such as attack, defense, stalemate, and so on.

This allows Rand to do a lot of things freely. If Earl Black Brown were to play micro-management, Rand would probably have given up long ago.

In fact, Rand was not good at commanding either. After all, he was just a college student in his previous life, and his understanding of military affairs was limited to some history books and cultural courses during military training.

Many military affairs are now being handled in accordance with the results of discussions with Tanl, and it seems that they are barely able to maintain their current status.

If all the legion commanders in the Second Prince's faction were like Earl Blackbrown, Naland felt that the outcome of this battle would be a foregone conclusion.

Rand knew very well that the other side was now fighting on their home turf and had likely received news of the 2nd Legion's encirclement before him. Faced with being surrounded, the other side might launch a desperate attack at any time in order to defeat one of the legions and relieve the pressure.

To this end, Rand had already made preparations, building many watchtowers to prevent surprise attacks.

Unless they are ambushed, Rand is confident that his side is difficult to defeat.