Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 206 Assembling the Body

The erupting eternal sun dispersed the clouds in the sky and dispelled the darkness.

Like the real sun rising, the world instantly became as bright as day, and everything before my eyes was an extremely dazzling white.

Fortunately, the eruption occurred at a high enough location that the ground was less affected.

The scorching aftershocks knocked down some houses and trees.

The giant demonic eye in the sky finally disappeared. The survivors let out mournful cries.

The carnage was beyond description; the deaths and injuries were devastating. Those who survived appeared to have endured the ultimate torture. Skin and flesh peeled away, organs malformed, and life withered away. To lower beings, the gaze of the Bewitching Lord was the most vile pollution and curse.

Deyulan closed his blindfolded eyes and asked the person next to him, "How much is left?"

"There's no way to count it," the fat adjutant replied.

"What's your estimate..." De Yulan pressed.

"Maybe there are still a little over 100,000 left..." the adjutant said with a wry smile, offering a more optimistic figure.

The brief but intense brilliance faded, and the night sky returned to its clear, deep color.

The danger at Giverny's main camp is far from over. The demonic legions will not let this rare opportunity slip by. The lord's sole order is to utterly destroy the main human force.

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Tai'an frantically removed the female knight's armor. These external items severely hampered the performance of Life Weaving, and the materials before him presented a rare opportunity for practical application. He carefully and meticulously stitched together the blood vessels and muscle textures, completely disregarding any external influences.

Neither the patient's shyness and resistance, nor the aftershocks of the solar explosion mattered. Completely immersed in the time difference of the source eye, every second was slowed down by two hundred and fifty-six times.

Hathaway felt a chill on her skin as the golden inscribed armor covering her body vanished without a trace.

Such skillful manipulation threw the knight girl into disarray, making her doubt whether she would lose her virginity today. However, it was still better than becoming food for the devil.

The first leg was successfully spliced ​​together in less than half a minute, then the other one. Simply suturing a severed limb is much easier than complete regeneration.

The ability to see through objects is an unparalleled gift in the medical field. No need for repeated adjustments; it's a one-step solution.

Hathaway was incredulous to find that she had regained feeling in both of her broken legs.

"Who are you, Master?"

The beautiful knight girl, suppressing her embarrassment, asked.

Tai'an was immersed in his own world, unable to make sense of any sound even when slowed down two hundred times. Next was piecing together the arms.

A green light emanated from the broken part of the wound, and blood flow resumed after the blood vessels reconnected.

Hathaway acted like a puppet, trying her best to appear quiet and cooperative.

Before long, her limbs were put back together, and she curiously moved her body.

"How are you feeling?" Tai'an slowed down his sense of time, returning to normal.

"It seems pretty good." The knight girl tried to clench her fist and raised her beautifully muscular arm.

A body with perfect proportions, seemingly the embodiment of strength and beauty, with faint abs, extremely low body fat, and resilient skin. Even the softest parts are like this.

She is indeed a very special woman. A rare find among the masses.

"Let me check again."

The icy little hands seemed to carry an electric current, turning everything they touched a crimson color.

Perhaps it was the succubus girl's whipping that had an effect, or perhaps her own shameful side had been laid bare. In any case, the once extremely proud and aloof female knight could no longer maintain her composure.

"Is my body beautiful?" she asked nervously, biting her pale cherry-colored lips.

"It's beautiful!" was Tai'an's honest reply.

"If you want it, I can give it to you. As a way of repaying you for saving me."

Hathaway knew she couldn't resist, so she lowered her eyes and murmured shyly.

The choice always lies with the other party. The only constraint is the moral code of the human world.

Tai'an leaned closer to examine it, his expression focused and meticulous, like an expert appraising some rare work of art, a faint fragrance of female hormones wafting into his nostrils.

"Tai'an, please provide immediate support to the main camp."

The silvery thoughts attached to Tai'an's body converged into a phoenix, providing a new set of coordinates.

Hathaway recognized him as Heath's guardian angel.

"Okay, I'll go right away." Tai'an sighed, "I need to go somewhere else to get support. It's dangerous for you to stay here alone. I'll see you off one last time."

He wanted to see things through to the end, like seeing a Buddha to his final rest. He didn't want the female general to relive her tragic past once he left.

"Please wait a moment..."

Hathaway dared not be stubborn and decisively accepted the other party's kindness. She stored the scattered golden armor in her spatial ring and quickly changed into a nightgown. The moment she pulled the Golden Osmanthus Sword from the ground, her anxious heart calmed slightly. When she looked up again, the figure that had been in her sight had vanished.

Black lightning chased after a purple figure. A fierce battle erupted between them. In the blink of an eye, the purple figure exploded, its body torn to pieces.

A cloud of deep purple sludge flew towards Hathaway's location. The Golden Osmanthus Sword automatically transformed into a barrier of golden petals, protecting her. The purple sludge couldn't get close, freezing in mid-air, trying to find an opening to invade.

The lightning strike accurately hit the purple sludge in mid-air, instantly destroying its flesh and blood vitality.

"So many escaped...and they even split..."

Tai'an had a vague intuition that many of the demon generals he had defeated were actually still alive!

...

Hillside campsite.

Selena was besieged by a group of demon generals and was in dire straits. She could only barely protect herself with her Storm Domain and fought her way back.

In fact, she was in the best position. She could apparite and retreat at any time. The so-called spatial sealing was a joke in the face of a Saint-level spellcaster, unless it was set up by a master specializing in the spatial domain.

Each of the four sacred domains of the Academy Expeditionary Force faced opponents several times their own size.

Vasily, the headmaster of the Magic Swordsman Division, was the weakest and has already perished.

Salman, the head of the Warriors' Division, has lost an arm but is still struggling to keep going.

Guira, the headmistress of the Ranger Academy, was covered in blood, walking a tightrope between life and death.

Most of the Saint-level experts looked fearless. They knew that even if they died in battle, they could regain their lives through the altar and the mud of the underworld, and that any physical injuries would be easily repaired.

The deans who failed to reach the Saint-level are the ones who need to face the real danger.

Headmaster Thor of the Knights' House, Headmaster Audrey of the Archers' House, and representatives from the Wizarding House (Kinsilly), the Clerics' House (Miranda), and Vice-Headmaster Sylvie.

Each person needs to hold off one or two demon generals to ensure the situation doesn't completely collapse.

"How much longer are they going to hold them off? Why hasn't the Blue Rose Clan's Holy Domain made a move yet?"

"Mental Channel," Kim Si-li couldn't help but ask again.

(End of this chapter)