Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Volame hurriedly stopped Ella, suppressing her anger and anxiety. She took a deep breath and pleaded again, "Goddess, isn't the Goddess' teaching preaching salvation and mercy? She is just a pitiful victim. Please let us in and ask to see a high-ranking priest."

If only I had spent more time learning holy magic.

Unfortunately, in order to master the attack magic first, I slightly delayed the study of the sacred magic.

After all, it is difficult to get started with sacred magic, difficult to make progress, and even more difficult to achieve great success.

Although Volame is talented, it is impossible for him to learn all the magic in just a few years.

Just like the advanced magic in sacred magic, it takes time to accumulate.

"Rules are rules." Another guard stepped forward, his attitude firm. "No one is allowed to enter without a referral. Moreover, the injured are involved in dark magic, and the decision to rescue them must be made by the Bishop himself. And the Bishop is very busy, so how can you see him just because you want to? Get out of here! Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!"

Volame wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by the guard again.

"You guys!" Volame was so angry that he was shaking all over and wanted to say something else.

However, before she finished her words, a figure beside her moved.

It's Ella!

The suppressed anger in the elf girl's eyes suddenly erupted. She had already reached her limit of tolerance for the arrogance and indifference of the human temple.

This kind of existence is simply a desecration of the purity of the Goddess's faith.

"Why waste your time talking to these guys!"

Ella released magic without hesitation. It was not magic that could kill people, but pure attack magic.

"What!?"

A short cry of surprise was heard, and the two guards felt a sharp pain in their wrists, and the swords in their hands flew out.

Ella was so fast that the guards couldn't even see her casting the spell.

The next attack hit the guard immediately.

thump!

The two guards who had been so majestic just now were instantly knocked out and hit the gate, unable to stand up for a while.

Their faces were filled with disbelief. They had never expected that this seemingly soft elf woman would actually be a magician!

"Sister Ella!" Volame also exclaimed.

She never expected Ella to take direct action, which would cause trouble.

Sure enough, the next second, an alarm sounded inside the temple. It was obvious that this place was covered by some kind of detection magic, and Ella's magic fluctuations just now were detected by it.

Soon, dozens of fully armed temple guards rushed out from the open gate, holding swords and shields. They surrounded Volame and Ella, pointing their swords at the two of them.

According to the alarm of the detection magic, and the two guards lying on the ground not far away, it was obvious that the two women in front of them wanted to break into the temple.

So one of the guards, who looked like a captain, ordered without hesitation: "Capture them! If they resist, kill them without mercy!"

Dozens of guards responded in unison, slowly narrowing the encirclement.

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!"

Volame's tense heartstrings finally relaxed at this moment.

"Thank you." She sincerely thanked the old bishop in front of 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.

Chapter 223 A Bold Proposal

After all, angering a powerful elven magician would do them no good.

Moreover, the old bishop saw a hint of familiarity in the magic released by Ella.

When he was young, he traveled around the continent and saw the legendary elf somewhere.