A Hospital in Another World? Chapter 948: Garrett: Serpent God, I Have One Too! Come Out and Feast!

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom boom!"

The continuous explosions startled Tetra's men, who had already handed over and flown some distance away.

Turning around, they saw half the field shrouded in black mist, while on the other half, Garrett, holding a staff, wore a cold expression, continuously unleashing blasts forward.

One should chase a desperate enemy with remaining courage and not seek false fame like a hegemon.

The opponent's combat level was estimated to be between 13 and 14, possibly reaching 15. Such a high level couldn't be killed by a single Fireball, even two or three waves of Fireballs wouldn't suffice—

After nearly being wiped out by a bishop's Divine Descent Spell in a battle with the Radiant Church;

And after a Death Charge by a swordsman from the Radiant Church, wielding a bone arm;

Fireball, Fireball, Super Fireball, Super Super Fireball!

Occasionally throwing in a Chain Lightning, Lightning Web, or Lightning Ring!

In the previous world, it was said that lightning and fire were the best at breaking evil. In this world, against forces of darkness, death, poison, and plague...

The strongest counter was the Holy Light of the Radiant Church, followed by the lightning and fire controlled by the Conjuration school!

Even though you're a high-level caster, you were careless first, your spellcasting is crude, and your attributes are countered by mine. With Cirilla as my backup, I can definitely fight you!

Of course, the premise is that I myself must not be careless or relax... By the way, since Holy Light is the strongest at breaking evil, how about replacing nitroglycerin with aluminum-magnesium powder?

Boom boom! Boom boom! Boom boom boom boom!

Nierka was bombarded until she was tottering. The young mage's control of fire and lightning seemed endless. With each blast, the black mist and serpentine hair around her would shrink back a bit—

"Boom!"

Here it came again. The firelight was as bright as day, piercing through the black mist, making the serpentine hairs squint their eyes tightly, curling up uncomfortably. Nierka had to bite her tongue again, spitting out a mouthful of black blood:

"Poof!"

The black mist, nourished by fresh blood, surged again, barely keeping the rolling flames at bay. Nierka frowned deeply, clutching her chest:

She had already spat out three mouthfuls of black blood!

Her undead body couldn't regenerate blood on its own. Every mouthful spat out was one less. To gather it again would take at least a year of worshiping the Serpent God, absorbing moonlight and the power of death.

"Stop... stop..."

She weakly called out. Far, far away, black clouds rolled around Tetra, with several Golden Eagle Warriors flapping their wings, rushing over:

"Stop! Don't fight anymore!—Don't hurt anyone!"

Garrett remained silent, holding a liquid nitrogen vial in his left hand and pulling out two more vials with his right. With a point forward, a purple-white fire wall swept forward, clearing the black mist from the field, pushing it all the way to Nierka.

Then, the fire wall closed in from both sides, forming a perfect circle of flames, trapping her inside. Although the radius was still about three to five meters, the Tetra priests rushing nearby were forced to halt five or six meters from the fire ring, their breathing labored.

"I'm not hurting anyone." Garrett replaced the two vials with new ones, standing within a shield, refusing to show himself. He simply cast an amplification spell on himself, letting his cold voice spread across the field:

"This Priestess Nierka... she said she wanted to show me the power of the Serpent Woman, so let her see the power of a mage. Don't worry, the black mist stopped at my front before, and this fire ring won't burn her either."

"But she's almost done for!" The Tetra priestess, supported by two Golden Eagle Warriors, hovered low over the fire ring several times. Each attempt to save her was thwarted by the fiercely burning purple-white flames, unable to descend below two stories high.

Inside the fire ring, the familiar, dark aura of the Serpent God grew weaker. The Tetra priestess knew that if this continued, even if Nierka's life was saved, she would be demoted to a mid-level priestess—

"Please release her... Honorable Son of God, please release her quickly!" She hurriedly whispered a few words, held by the two Golden Eagle Warriors, blocking Garrett's path. Tidying her skirt, she deeply bowed:

"Our Serpent Women walk between life and death! If she's too injured, she will no longer be able to walk between life and death. Then, she will directly return to the land of the dead!"

"Her aura is getting weaker... it seems she really can't hold on anymore!" Cirilla whispered through the mind link. Garrett sighed, gently waving his hand. The fire wall spell quietly dissipated, leaving a circle of scorched ground, already turned to glassy substance.

In the charred area, Nierka lay curled up. At this moment, this once-beautiful Serpent Woman's clothes were scorched black, her appearance hideous and terrifying.

On her face, hands, and all exposed skin, countless tiny snakes seemed to be writhing beneath the surface, struggling to break free:

"No! Serpent God! Great Serpent God!" She rolled on the ground instinctively, arms raised, embracing the sky:

"Spare me! Spare me! Spare me—no, no..."

"What's happening?" Garrett cautiously walked closer, observing from a distance. He intended to keep her as a hostage, merely wanting to embarrass her, not kill her—after all, Lynn was still in their hands:

"Is she about to die? Is there any way to save her?"

His healing spells were all positive energy, which might accelerate the death of an undead.

"The power of the Serpent God is out of control." The Tetra priestess, with a serious face, knelt from afar, reaching out to her colleague. A wisp of black mist spread from her fingertips, silently drifting toward Nierka. As soon as it approached, a serpent's hair lunged out, swallowing it.

"Ah—!"

Nierka let out a heart-wrenching scream. The Tetra priestess gently shook her head, retreating half a step on her knees:

"No, I can't calm it... The power of the Serpent God and her own power are imbalanced in her body... To save her, unless..."

"Unless the power of the Serpent God is removed?" Garrett interjected. Seeing her nod hesitantly, he thought for a moment, grasping his oak staff, cautiously stepping closer. Cirilla followed closely, ready to cast a defense spell at any moment:

Be careful!

Don't get bitten by the snake!

Garrett didn't intend to get too close. He slowly extended the oak staff, holding the end, and probing the staff head forward. In the green mist, the small tree kept extending, two meters, three meters, four meters...

Finally, a black-and-white shadow leapt from the staff head, pouncing on Nierka, swiftly sinking into her hair.

"Tasty! Tasty!" From the depths of Garrett's consciousness, came the frenzied joy of the Contract Spirit Snake:

"Tasty tasty tasty tasty tasty—"

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