CHAPTER 1238: CHAPTER 622: JOURNEY TO SAINT REEL

"Ro, Lord Rod, do you possess the Space Attribute?"

"Oh my, with so many items, your storage space must at least be as big as a room, right?"

Rod smiled and said, "A little bigger than a room."

The faces of the two were mixed with shock, ecstasy, and a dreamlike disbelief.

"By the Holy Ring, is this a miracle?"

"Is humanity finally saved?"

Tears filled their eyes once again, falling like broken strings of pearls.

At this moment, a bright light enveloped the area, creating an environment for Soul Surgery. The two Bishops lifted the most serious patients onto the operating table, where Horus’ hands shone with Bright Light, pressing down without hesitation.

The Soul Surgery began.

Qingyu bloomed with intense fire light, maintaining the lives of other injured, preventing the deepening of corruption.

Rod saw a flash of Golden Light before his eyes.

Saving humanity, Divinity +3

Good!

Rod beamed with joy, just by providing surgical tools, he gained 3 points of Divinity; Saint Reel was simply too generous!

In contrast, Trolian was stingy; of course, in the past it was fine, but with Trolian’s growing strength, the Divinity granted became less and less, situations like this would warrant just about 1 point.

Rod glanced around; his total Divinity had skyrocketed to 41.

In just this brief day, he managed a positive growth of 39 points in Divinity.

Continuing like this, activating the Star Soul and igniting the Stars would be no problem at all.

Sweeping across the Spirit Realm, purifying the world, eliminating the Black Fog, it could even be said to be just around the corner.

Rod laughed quite happily, while the two beside him were also awed by Horus’ remarkable soul surgery skills.

"Is Trolian the legendary land of fire? Are you the Envoy sent by the Fire Will to save us?" they exclaimed, Trolian’s arrival saved their team’s fate.

Once the two calmed down, Rod began further communication with them.

The young girl told him her name was Vier, and she was a Church Knight of the White Sect.

Her companion was named Lance, holding the position of High Rank White Priest.

Under the command of the Saint Rel Royal City, they led a team deep into the darkness to eliminate the threat near the "Ever-burning Lighthouse" and cleanse the pollution, ensuring the Waterway remained clear.

However, for unknown reasons, the Royal City did not send reinforcements as originally planned, and the support materials were also delayed.

The Ever-burning Lighthouse is a great distance from the Saint Rel Royal City, about three thousand thousand yards, nestled deep in dark territories, with no human survival except for specific "Waterways."

They didn’t know what went wrong, and several attempts of Spiritual Communication fell into silence without a response.

And the ominous Flesh Puppets became more numerous. They had no support or supplies, guarding the lighthouse in isolation for three months until the last of their resources were consumed, forcing a withdrawal.

But in their fatigued state, they were soon attacked by a large number of Flesh Puppets.

They fought desperately but eventually fell on the outermost perimeter of their defense circle.

Originally, they believed they would face complete annihilation there, but unexpectedly they met the traveling party from Trolian, which led to their rescue.

After hearing this, Rod’s heart swirled with thoughts.

Who could have anticipated that the Saint Rel Royal City was still three thousand thousand yards away, and the two human Royal Cities were separated by as much as ten thousand thousand yards.

With such a vast distance, plus being obstructed by the Black Fog Wall, no wonder they couldn’t find each other.

And this team, astonishingly cut off from their Royal City for three months.

The situation far exceeds expectations.

Saint Rel must have encountered some trouble, otherwise, they would not have forgotten a team probing deep into the dark.

Upon further inquiry, Rod confirmed their timeline was completely in sync with that of Trolian.

This was quite comprehensible, as one sunset equaled a day, when the seven-pronged Star completes a cycle of fixed trajectory, it signifies a week, the moon completes its orbital loop, representing a month, and when the stars return, marking a year.

The units of distance were the same as well, all extended from the foundation of human strides.

In these aspects, Saint Rel and Trolian were surprisingly consistent.

Rod quickly conveyed this information to Qingyu and others.

The group became tense, as they smelled an unusual scent of danger.

Qingyu assertively said, "With Trolian’s experience, it’s inevitable to encounter trouble, and this isn’t a mere threat, but a disaster."

The hearts of everyone sank, disaster, those were two incredibly weighty words.

Its occurrence signifies countless deaths, warriors’ demise, towns being overturned, the extinguishing of the Guardian Fire.

It runs through the entirety of civilized history, a fate people avoid yet fear, and cannot escape.

Jelaba asked, "Should we help them?"

Though it was posed as a question, it held an assertive tone.

"Of course." Peibela and the Red Queen naturally replied, "It’s our mission."

Liszt sighed, "The king’s decision to send you was correct. I had concerns previously, whether sending so much strong force here would affect Trolian’s expansion, but now it seems utterly necessary. We have sufficient strength to assist Saint Rel in overcoming disaster. Helping them means helping ourselves."

Qingyu directed his gaze towards Rod.