Swords, magic, and martial arts

Rhodes sighed helplessly, holding the high-grade anesthetic powder, but ultimately gave the female knight a dose. He himself was also covered in wounds, but he didn't want to lessen his pain; physical pain made him feel a little better.

After taking the medicine, the female knight's brow, which had been furrowed in pain, relaxed.

"Thank you," she said, looking at Rhodes' expression, she knew she couldn't save him.

Through the cold metal mask, Rhodes saw a few tears streaming down her face.

Hearing her say thank you, Rod felt incredibly ashamed. If only he had overcome his fear sooner, he wouldn't be in this situation.

No, there must be another way to save her, Rod thought to himself. His mind raced, and he thought of the Divine Illumination Technique, which, even after learning it, was practically useless…

The Divine Illumination Technique is said to be able to bring the dead back to life, but can it be used on others? Rod tried to mobilize his internal energy, but he found that the internal energy could only flow within his body and could not flow out of his body.

Then he remembered the priest's assessment of his flames during the battle: "They are full of the smell of blasphemy." To him, was the smell of blasphemy the breath of life?

He rekindled the flames, which were much weaker than before. He struck the flames on one of his wounds, and a searing pain shot through the wound, but he noticed that it was slowly healing...

He figured out how to save her life.

Rhodes used gravity magic with his left hand, using his mental power to observe the damage to her internal organs from all angles. With his right hand, he gathered dark green flames and reconnected the severed intestines.

He had never been a doctor before, let alone had any experience in surgery. Whether he could save her was entirely up to fate.

As he was doing this, he felt cold and dizzy from excessive blood loss. He bit his tongue, letting the pain rouse him and quicken his pace to stitch up her wound before she lost consciousness.

He heard Baron calling his name, but he ignored him and continued to concentrate on his work. An arrow, which seemed to have come from nowhere, struck his thigh.

He slumped to the side, not even glancing at his own injuries, and continued treating the female knight's wounds. After he finished stitching up her abdomen, he collapsed to the ground, unconscious...

……

Rhodes found himself walking in a pitch-black world, surrounded by countless voices calling his name.

Am I already dead? Is this the world of death?

He looked around, but it was pitch black and he couldn't see anything. He looked down at his own hands, but he couldn't see them either. He could feel his body, he could touch it, but he couldn't see it.

He felt someone grab his foot. He looked down and saw countless hands trying to grab him. He struggled to break free from one hand, only to be grabbed by another.

He was pulled down, and then countless hands grabbed him and pulled him down. He struggled to stand up, but found that there was nothing to hold onto, and it felt like he was floating in mid-air.

He struggled desperately, but he was still being pulled downwards. Gradually, he felt himself suffocating. At this point, he stopped trying to break free from the hands that were pulling him and began to attack them with his feet, fists, nails, and teeth.

After being fiercely attacked by Rhodes, all those hands disappeared.

After those hands disappeared, the world went completely dark again, and he couldn't see anything. He stood up and tried to shout, but no sound came out.

He walked forward, wanting to know if this world had an end. After walking for a while, he started running again. He ran for a very long time, but it was still pitch black all around him, and he didn't feel tired.

He kept running, running straight ahead...

……

Rod opened his eyes and found himself lying on an exquisite wooden bed. There was no strange smell of alcohol mixed with mold like in a tavern room; instead, there was a pleasant aroma of wood.

The room was surrounded by gray brick walls, decorated with deer heads and rows of exquisite candlesticks, the candlelight illuminating the entire room brightly.

He tried hard to recall what had happened before. He remembered that he had fainted from blood loss on the altar, and he also remembered that real and long nightmare.

Rhodes didn’t know how long he had been unconscious. Although the dream was long, it shouldn’t have been very long, because he didn’t feel hungry or thirsty when he woke up.

He looked at his hands. His left palm was wrapped in white bandages. He remembered that the priest had cut a deep, bone-revealing wound on his left hand.

His right hand was completely wrapped in bandages and had lost all feeling. He tried to unwrap the bandages with his injured left hand and his teeth and found that his entire right hand was completely burned.

Will my right hand be useless? Does that mean I'll have to learn left-handed swordsmanship and become a legendary swordsman from another world?

I remember that I was attacked at the end, and the injury to my right hand was caused by the attacker?

He stared at his hand for a long time, and then noticed that the spatial ring he used to wear was gone.

He threw off the covers and tried to stand up, but as soon as he stood up, a sharp pain shot through his entire body, and he fell to the ground.

Rod got up from the floor and sat on the bed. He found that he was covered in wounds and bandages all over his body.

The wooden door to the room was pushed open, and Baron walked in and sat down on the chair by the bed.

"I just went out to use the restroom and you woke up," Baron said. "You've been unconscious for three days. We had the castle's scholars treat your injuries."

Baron, seeing Rod's charred right hand, said, "Your right hand is fine; it will heal in a while."

Rhodes breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, and asked, "What happened after that day? Why was I shot by an arrow?"

"There were other members of the Cult of Death on the other side of the mountain who fled up after the battle. Then Sven arrived with the Brad family's army, and we're in his castle now. You were lucky; you were only shot in the thigh," Baron said.

"Did the female knight survive?" Rhodes asked.

"She survived, and later several members of her knightly order came and took them back, including Harvey's body. Before she left, she saw that your sword was unusable because of your flames, so she left her sword to you," Baron said, taking a sip of his drink.

"They are very grateful to you for saving her, and they gave you a bottle of alchemical potion to replenish your strength, so that you don't need to drink water or eat during these days of unconsciousness."

Rhodes was also a little disappointed; he had always been curious about what the person under that metal helmet looked like.

"Where is my spatial ring?" Rhodes asked again.

"I'll keep it here for you for a few days. Don't say anything more now, just lie down and rest. I'll come up and call you when it's time for dinner so you can meet the owner of this place. Once your injuries have healed, we can go to the south of Nord with the Brad family's caravan." After saying that, Baron walked out.

Rhodes still had many questions he wanted to ask, but Baron had left, and he didn't have the energy to continue speaking. Now, for some reason, he felt sleepy again and lay back down on the bed to continue sleeping...