Reincarnated as a blue dragon, he collided head-on with a wizarding civilization.

As usual, Rolin wore the standard robe from the Tower of Holy Blood, without a hood, and his silver-gray vertical pupils gleamed coldly in the moonlight.

His steps were not fast, even slow, but with each step he took, the solidification of space intensified.

The air seemed to have turned into a viscous gel.

He walked straight up to the gray-armored man who was imprisoned by spatial power, stopped, and then calmly raised his right hand with his five fingers slightly spread.

"Buzz..."

The invisible force field suddenly contracted!

The gray-armored man's body was as if it had been seized out of thin air by a giant hand covering the sky, and was lifted up from the ground, hovering half a foot in the air!

His limbs struggled instinctively, but in that almost absolute spatial stagnation, every tiny movement was slowed down dozens of times, becoming slow, sluggish, and filled with a sense of powerlessness, like an insect trapped in amber.

"Buzz—!"

A pale golden holy light membrane surged forth from the gray-armored man's body once again!

This time it was no longer a thin layer, but rose and surged like a real flame, trying to resist and break through the invisible spatial shackles!

The void between the light membrane and Rolin's palm twisted and flickered violently, as two immense forces silently battled, causing even the stagnant air around them to emit a faint hum.

However, the stalemate lasted for less than three seconds.

"Click... snap..."

Like the hardest glass being struck by an invisible hammer, a clear, straight crack suddenly appeared on the surface of that solidified holy light membrane!

The cracks spread and branched outwards at an alarming speed, instantly covering the entire light membrane!

The next moment, the light membrane collapsed with a roar!

It exploded into billions of tiny golden dust particles, suddenly illuminating like a swarm of fireflies on a summer riverbank, only to dim and vanish completely into the stagnant night in an instant.

Having lost its last resistance, the gray-armored man's body suddenly sank downwards, as if the unseen giant hand had clenched its five fingers and squeezed him even tighter!

His bones groaned under the strain, and his face turned deathly pale.

But what burned in the gray-armored man's eyes was not pure pain, but a more complex light, a mixture of shock and a strange stubbornness.

Rowling lowered his head slightly, his silver-gray vertical pupils falling on the inverted triangular eye badge on his chest, which had been torn but was still recognizable.

"The Temple of Final View of the Kingdom of Shane... so they're starting to send Holy Punishment Knights to places like this?"

His tone was flat, as if he were asking how the weather was today.

"Rorin, the 'Bloodthirsty One'..."

The gray-armored man coughed up a mouthful of blood, but a smile that seemed almost relieved spread across his lips.

"As expected, it lives up to its reputation. But did you think this was just a poaching crew?"

His voice was hoarse, but he pronounced each word clearly.

Rowling frowned. He didn't respond to the almost provocative question, but simply raised his other hand and tapped the man's forehead.

The gray-armored man's smile froze on his face, his eyes went from clear to empty, and then from empty to nothing.

His body went limp, like a puppet whose bones had been removed.

Luo Lin stopped.

"Thump."

The gray-armored man's body fell heavily onto the cold, rocky ground, and there was no sound.

He stopped looking at the corpse, turned around, and walked towards the direction where the green tiles had fallen.

Motu felt the suffocating feeling of stagnation around him suddenly recede like a tide!

He suddenly spread his wings, then quickly closed them again due to the excruciating pain in his wing membranes. The wound reopened during the movement, oozing even more blood, but he had no time to care at the moment.

He immediately crouched down beside Green Tile, carefully lifting her body, while pleading with Rowling:

"Captain, Green Tile is injured, seriously! Please save her!"

Green Tile lay on the ground, the penetrating wound in his chest still gruesome.

The faint golden light left by the holy power sizzled like a leech at the edges and inside of the wound, continuously burning the new tissue.

These holy lights intertwined with the dark red blood that kept gushing out, creating a cruel and dynamic scene of torture.

Her breathing was rapid and shallow, each inhalation accompanied by a faint hissing sound, like a broken bellows, and the soft popping of liquid bubbles.

That's air leaking from the punctured lung.

Luo Lin glanced around at Green Tile's horrific injuries, his face remaining expressionless, and simply squatted down beside him.

He took out a narrow-necked bottle, about the size of a thumb and made of dark red crystal, from his wide robe sleeves, and uncorked the bottle, which was made of the same material and engraved with tiny runes.

An extremely rich medicinal aroma, mixed with a strong life force and a certain rusty, sweet smell, instantly spread out.

He steadied Green Tile's head and neck with one hand, and with the other hand, he pressed the bottle opening against the edge of her serrated mouth, which was slightly open due to pain, and poured in all the thick, dark red liquid, as thick as blood.

"Gulp... Uh!"

Green Tile swallowed instinctively, and then her body stiffened and trembled violently as if struck by a high-voltage current!

The emerald green vertical pupils suddenly expanded to their limit, and an abnormal dark red blood ring even appeared around the edge of the pupils!

At the horrific hole in his chest, a fierce struggle erupted instantly!

Dark red mist, brimming with immense vitality and a certain domineering neutralizing medicinal properties, surged forth from within like a living tide!

It collided violently with the pale golden remnants of holy power that lingered at the wound!

Two vastly different yet incredibly powerful energies violently tore at, eroded, and annihilated each other!

Pale golden specks of light were forcibly forced out and peeled away from the depths of the wound tissue, rising up like fireflies that were driven away, only to quickly dim and extinguish.

At the same time, the dark red medicinal power began to take over, urging the muscle fibers and blood vessels at the edge of the wound to writhe and proliferate at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The pink, newly formed granulation tissue, like the most diligent craftsman, filled and mended the transparent hole layer by layer and circle by circle.

Although the speed wasn't astonishingly fast, the continuous and firm healing trend was enough to put people at ease.

Green Tile's violently heaving chest gradually calmed down. Although his breathing was still noisy, it was at least no longer the hoarse sound that was on the verge of breaking.

Her previously unfocused vertical pupils refocused, and she blinked, looking somewhat bewildered yet with her usual fierceness, at Luo Lin squatting beside her.

"team leader."

Her voice was soft, with a slight hoarseness.

"What was that light of his?"

Luo Lin stuffed the empty medicine bottle back into his sleeve and stood up.

His silver-gray vertical pupils swept over her horrific injuries, his tone remaining as calm as if stating an objective fact:

"The Holy Light of Judgment from the Temple of Final Judgment. Its essence is a highly purified power of faith imbued with specific laws of judgment."

According to their doctrine, it has an additional purifying and suppressing effect on heresy and blasphemy.

Your rapid regeneration ability also falls under their definition of "abnormal recovery," which is within the scope of their control.

The green tile lay on the ground, its vertical pupils darting around as if trying to understand the words.

But clearly, terms like the power of faith and the laws of judgment were too abstract for her.

However, she understood the point about restraining regeneration.

Then, she grinned.

Although the movement aggravated the injury in her chest, causing her to gasp in pain and some more blood seeped from the corner of her mouth.

"Can I learn this thing?" she asked quite seriously.

Rowling clearly had no interest in answering the green dragon's whimsical question.

He turned around, the hem of his silver-gray robe fluttering in the night wind, and walked straight back the way he came, his figure quickly disappearing into the mist.

Green Tile was completely unfazed by the captain's coldness, or perhaps he was already used to it.

She turned her head with difficulty to look at Motu, who had been standing guard beside her. The fighting spirit in his emerald vertical pupils began to flicker restlessly again as his injuries lessened.

"You, learn!"

She stared at Motu, her tone carrying a sense of entrustment that came as a matter of course.

"I've learned it. Teach me... how to beat up the person who uses this light."

Motu did not respond.

Holy power is clearly something from the side of divine belief; how could he possibly learn it?

Green Tile's way of thinking is sometimes so simple and direct that it's frustrating.