A Hospital in Another World? Chapter 1062: It's Mine! This Dagger is Mine!
Previously on A Hospital in Another World?...
Suddenly, a startling change occurred.
A white light shot from the ground to the sky, slicing through the night like a sharp blade. It cut through the treetops and extended down into the deep valley.
The ancient vine bird, the giant bird carrying Garrett, as well as Aishe Moon Song, Cirilla, Bernard, the Hawthorn couple, and Appa who had all leaped from the bird...
Even Sisoyin, who was protected by the ice wall, every single one of them was engulfed under that white blade of light.
Each person, even Sisoyin who was lying inside the ice wall without any view of the outside, felt their breath tighten and their hair stand on end!
What had happened!
What had happened—
Aishe Moon Song didn’t hesitate. With a loud shout, she threw herself forward with all her might.
The panther’s strong muscles bulged, fur stood on end, and even its tail was taut. Steel-like claws extended forward, aiming for the dagger:
She didn’t consider how strong the enemy was, nor did she think about the strength of the attack. Whether she could withstand this strike was not something the elven forest guardian thought about.Aishe Moon Song only knew that Garrett was still a cub, and Cirilla was a young Silver Dragon. As for the Hawthorn couple, Bernard, and Appa, they were all much weaker than her.
In the face of danger, with an enemy present, of course she had to be at the forefront!
She rushed forward quickly, and Cirilla was not to be outdone. The Silver Dragon girl didn’t hesitate either, unfolding her form in mid-air.
Light flashed and contracted, and a massive Silver Dragon appeared on the scene. Its enormous figure even overshadowed the ancient vine bird—
Wings flapping, it took a deep, deep breath.
Bernard: …
Mr. Hawthorn: …
Mrs. Hawthorn: …
Appa, who had shrunk to the size of a fawn and was being carried down by a barbarian: …
We can’t see anything!
We can’t see anything at all!
The situation ahead, how strong the attack was, the direction it was coming from, how wide its coverage was, where we should dodge…
We can’t see any of it!
Everything was completely blocked by Cirilla!
Miss Silver Dragon, we appreciate your kindness, but we… um, we…
We also want to help, at the very least, we don’t want to be a burden…
Three people and a deer fell one after another. Bernard tensed up completely, squinting his eyes, trying hard to see the intensity of the white light in the moment Cirilla folded her wings;
Mrs. Hawthorn quickly touched her left hand, gathering a handful of seeds between her fingers. Her right hand moved swiftly, her five fingers opening and closing like blooming flowers:
Every second counted as she added armor to those around her. Even if it was just the lowest level of armor, it was better than nothing!
Mr. Hawthorn clenched the weapon in his hand with a cold expression. Left hand holding a shield, right hand wielding a blade, he readied himself for battle. At the same time, he kept a sharp eye below, watching the few enemies who had been paralyzed by the chain lightning and collapsed to the ground:
“Throw the prisoners!”
He shouted loudly. What’s the point of charging forward ourselves? Throw the prisoners!
Throw them up as meat shields!
That white light, that terrifyingly sharp white light, was clearly activated by something fixed—perhaps that person’s blood or life force—
Such a thing couldn’t possibly switch from attack mode to healing mode right away!
Throw them!
Throw their bodies up, whether it works or not, block the first wave!
Mrs. Hawthorn’s eyes sharpened. She pointed down, and the grass on the ground moved without wind, growing rapidly.
Hundreds of stalks, hundreds of stalks, like countless green arms, grabbed the fallen, immobile bodies—
Throw?
No, that’s too much for the grass, it doesn’t have that kind of strength. So, shrubs nearby, please bend—
All of these actions took place in an instant. The dagger floated up, pointed to the sky, rotated, and the white light slashed down;
Aishe Moon Song leaped forward;
Cirilla transformed, spread her wings, and breathed out a breath;
Mr. Hawthorn and the others responded in their own ways…
And Garrett, standing inside the ancient vine bird, quickly slid down and shrank into the pilot seat. Both hands gripped the power core, his eyes sharp:
A warrior has a warrior’s way of dealing with things, and a mage has a mage’s way.
A warrior’s thinking is to charge forward and protect as many people as possible;
A mage’s thinking is to use magic, use magical equipment, use everything at their disposal!
“Shrink!”
He ordered the ancient vine bird in his mind. The giant bird rapidly shrank, from ten meters long, to five meters long, to two meters long… until it became a suit of ancient vine armor, firmly wrapping around him.
“Cast a spell!”
Garrett gave a second command. The ancient vine bird, infused with the power of nature, acted like a magnified oak staff, amplifying his spells:
Deflection Ray Shield!
Elemental Shield!
Protection from Energy Damage!
Force Field Shield!
Deflection Ray Shield, Deflection Shield, Deflection Shield, Deflection Shield!
Layer upon layer of armor wrapped around Aishe Moon Song.
Especially those Deflection Shields, one layer to the left, another to the right, then another to the left, and another to the right. Each one was slanted and stacked, looking like fish scale tiles on a roof:
Let’s see you slash!
Go ahead and slash!
The arc of lightning split from the chain lightning might be strong enough to knock out warriors of level 9 or 10 at best. The items found on such people wouldn’t be above level 15, right?
Fine, let’s overestimate the enemy—16? 17?
I refuse to believe that with so many layers of protection stacked together, you can still break through with one slash!
While he was stacking shields, Cirilla was also stacking armor. The massive Silver Dragon looked down at the panther, stopped her fierce attack, and paused slightly:
In that moment of pause, the icy breath she had just exhaled began to change subtly. Layer upon layer, one layer after another, formed scales of ice in the air. Crystal clear, smooth as a mirror.
I dare you to shine!
I dare you to shine white light!
If you can, cut through one layer, then another, cut through seventy or eighty layers! Let’s see if your white light is more, or if my breath is more!
The dagger rotated, slashing downward. The sharp white light turned 45 degrees, skimming past Garrett’s ancient vine armor, and continued to fall. It struck the first ice crystal and shattered it; then it struck the second ice crystal and shattered it again…
Shattered!
Refracted!
Scattered!
The main part continued to shatter!
Another small part was refracted!
And another small part was scattered!
In no time, Cirilla’s icy breath had created a colorful rainbow.
No matter how fierce the white light was, after being weakened layer by layer by the ice, it had already diminished by more than half. By the time it turned 90 degrees, parallel to the ground, and aimed forward, Mrs. Hawthorn had already finished her work—
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Bodies were lifted high by countless wild grasses and then flung into the air by the bending shrubs. In the midst of everything, Garrett even summoned a whirlwind to adjust their positions:
Making sure the white light cut accurately through one body after another, blood rained down, and the smell of blood filled the air. By the time the white light reached the ice wall, it had been weakened by more than 30 percent.
At this point, Sisoyin, who was tightly protected by the inverted bowl-shaped ice wall, had already rolled to the base of the wall with all his might.
—Even though he didn’t know if it would help, even though he didn’t know if he would roll directly into the attack’s path, even though he didn’t know the outside was cold, and that the ice wall was being layered one on top of another…
But people always strive to survive with all their might, don’t they?
The ice wall layered up, the white light shot out. At this time, Aishe Moon Song, heavily protected, was already rushing forward with all her strength:
Charge!
Pounce on that dagger!
Turn it around and press it into the ground!
Make sure it doesn’t hit anyone!
The panther’s sharp claws all extended, the tips devoid of metallic sheen, instead emitting a black, ebony-like glow—this was the powerful attack power granted by the spearhead that Aishe Moon Song had carried for years.
Behind the claws were powerful and strong panther paws. Even without enhancement by nature magic, a full swing could break a deer’s neck or press a crocodile into the ground.
Now, these claws, with all their might, struck down and actually drove the dagger into the ground. Aishe Moon Song didn’t dare relax, pressing down hard, her shoulder and back muscles bulging, emitting a low growl:
“Grr—”
Stay down!
Stay down!
Don’t fly anymore!
If you keep flying, I’ll break you—
“Moon Song Sister, get out of the way!”
Above her, Cirilla’s voice came with a heavy wind, overwhelming everything. Aishe Moon Song instinctively rolled to the side, just in time to see a dragon claw
pass over her and press into the ground.
Immediately after, the giant dragon inhaled and exhaled:
“——!”
A frosty white stream instantly encased the dagger, freezing it into a half-human-sized ice ball. Cirilla let out a joyful cry and pounced on the ice ball, starting to chip away at it:
“It’s mine! This dagger is mine!”
…My dear, no one said it wasn’t yours… Also, your eyes are too sharp; while everyone else was busy fighting, you were probably just eyeing the gems on the dagger…
Aishe Moon Song finished rolling the last half-circle, got up from the ground, and smiled wryly. Looking around, she saw that all the prisoners—except the one she had pounced on—had been neatly sliced in half by the dagger.
As for the one beneath her claws, who had taken a hit from the dagger in the chest, had been slightly aided by the force when the thing flew up, and had been pressed by her four claws and brushed by the icy breath…
In short, he was clearly not going to survive.
Aishe Moon Song didn’t care whether the prisoner lived or not. She looked up and saw Garrett slowly floating down, and hurriedly waved at him:
“Hurry over! Hurry over! Dispel the ice wall and see how our comrades are!”
Garrett: …Don’t shout so loudly! Dispel the Featherfall spell, and the time saved by dropping directly is just a second or two faster than floating down!
He floated down while looking back. Cirilla, holding the ice ball, was continuously refining it, reducing the half-human-sized ice ball to the size of a watermelon. Inside the ice ball, the dagger lay quietly, seemingly drained of all its power from the previous strike.
Thousands of miles away, in the Pelu Governor’s Mansion, a swordsman with dazzling white teeth and lips red as blood, so beautiful he appeared almost demonic, let out a soft "hmm" and raised his head towards the distant north.
“The mark on my dagger has been triggered. —Something must have happened to the transport team.”
“Sir?!”
