Chapter Twenty-Six: The Healing Angel
After a fierce battle, everyone was wounded to some degree, except for Wang Xiao, who seemed almost invincible. The most severely injured was Yang Ming; with every breath, fresh blood seeped from his wounds.
Ji Weijie watched anxiously, his heart pounding with worry.
“Yang Ming, why don’t you treat yourself first? We can clean up the battlefield,” Xia Mengsi said, exhausted.
Yang Ming wanted to refuse, but seeing Ji Weijie’s expression—like a man on the brink of collapse—he decided to accept the suggestion and heal himself first.
Wang Xiao spoke up, “Wait. Let’s all recover a bit first.”
Ji Weijie couldn’t even muster a response; all he wanted now was a meal and a good night’s sleep.
The three turned toward Little Bone, but awkwardly, Little Bone was still in giant form and drained from the fight.
“Ahem, I have something good here,” Wang Xiao announced.
The “good thing” he referred to was a reward obtained from a previous quest—a Healing Angel.
[Name: Healing Angel
Race: Angel
Level: Tier Three
Abilities: Holy Light, Healing, Angel’s Blessing, Purification
Owner: Wang Xiao
Evaluation: A mobile hospital.]
[Holy Light: Empowers beings of light, causes immense harm to creatures of darkness.
Healing: Possesses powerful restorative effects.
Angel’s Blessing: Grants blessed targets light-attribute damage.
Purification: Removes all negative effects.]
The Healing Angel, with pristine white wings, appeared before them, radiant and beautiful, holding a gem-encrusted staff. Summoned by Wang Xiao, the angel stood quietly, waiting.
“Healing Angel, use Healing on them!” Wang Xiao commanded.
Hearing the word “healing,” Little Bone eagerly trotted over to stand behind the three.
But the Healing Angel didn’t cast Healing—Little Bone was simply too large for the spell’s range to cover.
Wang Xiao shot Little Bone a glare. Little Bone wanted to protest but thought better of it—after all, he was just a laborer here.
A pale green light enveloped the trio, and their wounds vanished before their eyes.
Especially Yang Ming: the bloody hole in his abdomen was filled with fresh flesh, leaving only a faint scar to mark where he’d been wounded.
“Healing Angel, use Purification.”
This time, Little Bone sensibly remained in place, watching as Yang Ming and his companions regained their vitality with envy.
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“It’s a pity about all this meat,” Ji Weijie sighed.
Wang Xiao, seeing his look, slapped him on the back. “You want to eat it? Then you can have it from now on—I’m not touching it!”
Xia Mengsi shot Ji Weijie a look of contempt.
Yang Ming said nothing, but it was clear he would never eat such meat.
“Haha, I was just saying, don’t take it seriously,” Ji Weijie replied quickly.
Yang Ming now asked, “Did you get any rewards for the kills? I only received some souls.”
Xia Mengsi suddenly realized, “Right, why weren’t there any rewards?”
“Yes, there used to be rewards for kills,” Ji Weijie added.
The three looked to Wang Xiao.
“Why are you looking at me? I killed the strongest enemy in that group and got nothing.”
“How strange.”
When Wang Xiao killed the dragon-man, he only received 150,000 souls—50,000 more than he’d gotten for slaying a flying dragon.
They gathered up the spears forged from unknown metals, but the sight of so many lizard-men corpses left them at a loss for how to dispose of them.
Little Bone, however, was thrilled—he knew exactly what to do.
He began devouring the lizard-men, a black hole-like portal appearing before him. All except the Tier Five dragon-man’s corpse, which Ji Weijie kept for research, were swallowed up.
Little Bone, revived by his meal, soon reverted to his original turtle form. He wasn’t cute; in fact, he was rather terrifying—after all, who wouldn’t be unnerved by a giant turtle skeleton that moved?
The fact that it was animated made it all the more monstrous.
After returning to his usual form, Wang Xiao was amazed to find the farm unharmed.
Little Bone chuckled. If not for me, your junk would have been destroyed long ago.
“Good job, Little Bone! If I find anything good in the future, I’ll be sure to save it for you.”
Wang Xiao and his friends checked the chat channel and found that others had experienced similar attacks from strange creatures.
People were scrambling to buy healing potions, causing their prices to soar.
According to reports, casualties were immense; most had died, only a lucky few survived.
Wang Xiao noticed a common thread—all these people had used a certain item: the Lord Card!
Wang Xiao had used one as well, and had been using it for some time, until today’s ambush by the lizard-men.
To be honest, the lizard-men were formidable, especially the dragon-man.
If Wang Xiao didn’t have unlimited resurrection, he and his friends would have been tonight’s dinner for the lizard-men.
His situation was worse than most; others had only faced Tier Three threats, but Wang Xiao had battled a group of Tier Threes and a nearly Tier Six monster.
After some thought, Wang Xiao realized the cause: he had used the Cursed Ring’s power that morning.
He’d thought the ring had failed, but it had merely been waiting for the right moment to unleash its effect.
The Slaughter Ranking would award prizes after tonight; it had been thirty days since arriving in this world.
Most people had reached Tier One, a significant number were Tier Two, a few were Tier Three, and only a handful reached Tier Four—at least in Wang Xiao’s region.
There were only five Tier Fours; Xia Mengsi and Yang Ming had been Tier Three, holding fourth and second place.
This showed how crucial it was to have a strong leader.
Their ranking was largely thanks to Wang Xiao’s efforts.
Now Yang Ming had risen to Tier Four, and Xia Mengsi, thanks to today’s battle, had moved up a rank.
The person bumped from fourth place was only a point behind Xia Mengsi.
Ji Weijie, the bald one, was now ranked ninth.
He was unlikely to be pushed out of the top ten, securing himself a reward.
Everyone watched the rankings closely, especially those vying for the top hundred.
Some rejoiced, others worried.
No one wanted to be forced out.