ushernet Chapter 780
Chapter 780
Chapter 780: Chapter 161: Reversing the Set Tragedy Chapter 780: Chapter 161: Reversing the Set Tragedy The towering tree before everyone transformed into streams of light, condensing into a card.
Sherlock couldn’t help but widen his eyes at this incredible scene.
This was the second time he had seen Aiwass utilize this mystical technique.
Previously, Aiwass had sealed an immovable Earthbound Spirit in front of him using a single card; this time, it was even more outrageous, directly sealing the Tree Demon along with its essence!
However, neither Sherlock nor Mr.
and Mrs.
Grace had the impoliteness to ask how Aiwass achieved this.
...
After all, mystical skills were one of the greatest privacies, the more obscure and powerful the technique, the bigger the secret it implied.
Aiwass picked up the brand-new card in his hand and summoned The Grimoire of Aiwass.
The fresh card turned into a green stream of light and merged into it.
The mark on The Grimoire of Aiwass jumped once again, changing to [The Grimoire of Aiwass (9/21)].
It opened by itself, floating above Aiwass’s left hand as the pages fluttered.
When it stopped on a certain page, the recently created [The Fool] Card materialized above it, rotating once before dissolving into a mist of pale green smoke.
Then, a tree within Aiwass’s field of vision was infiltrated by the green mist emerging from the void.
The next moment, it began to grow thunderously, its branches splitting, and in the blink of an eye, it became a sturdy and tall giant tree—
Completely different from the previous Anastasia:
It was at least twice the height of the former tree, with a thickness that could accommodate nearly three people embracing it; each leaf of “Tree Demon·Anastasia” shimmered like gold, resplendent in the sunlight.
Rustle—
When the tree finished growing, its leaves began to sway on their own, without wind.
Or rather, it was continuously absorbing the morning breeze, causing the leaves to be stirred by the air and produce a faint sound, resembling chimes.
Listening to the rustling of the leaves blended with the sound of chimes, Aiwass felt his spirit significantly uplifted.
He closed his eyes and carefully savored the Tree Demon’s healing output—though Aiwass was not wounded, he was now a Transcendent of the fourth Energy Level on the Path of Devotion.
As a professional healer, he was quite familiar with the sensation of the Fire Rite Skill.
—Feeling-wise, Anastasia’s healing volume was roughly a tenth to a fifth of Aiwass’s Fire Rite Skill.
And the efficiency of the Fire Rite Skill was basically half that of the Illumination Art.
Meaning, its healing volume was about 7.5% of Aiwass’s now instantaneous “Radiant Spell” derived from the “Illumination Art.”
Such healing efficiency was mostly useless in intense battles, considered as very standard slow recovery—in top-level difficult encounters, it’s all about rapidly fluctuating health bars.
Without the ability to boost health instantly, you can barely compete for healing numbers.
But considering that Anastasia offered limitless and cost-free group healing, this healing ability becomes very valuable outside of combat.
After all, Anastasia’s enchantment had no time limit—while the “Moon Spirit” state had a ten-minute restriction, the “Tree Demon” state had none!
—This was akin to using just three points of wind attribute mana to fully restore everyone nearby in a non-combat state!
Aiwass himself already possessed unconditional combat escape healing methods.
Now, he also had one to three times a day of group combat escape recovery—[The Fool] card could be used once a day, and with the reset effect of The Grimoire of Aiwass, he could reset it up to two more times.
Even in a game, it was a “tragedy that had happened.” There wasn’t even a chance for the players to intervene.
He felt satisfied.
Anastasia’s smile made Aiwass realize his decision was the right one.
There was nothing that could give one on a path of confusion more strength of heart than this.
Mage Maxim approached Aiwass.
“Your Excellency, Archbishop.”
He did not say much, just silently half-knelt down solemnly to Aiwass, “Thank you.”
One knee on the ground, looking down, right hand to his chest.
An all too familiar ritual.
In fact, the Knightly honor of Avalon was derived from this highest ritual of the Holy Nation, known as the Rite of Devotion.
Its meaning was: I am willing to offer this to you—my heart.
Generally speaking, only the Papal Guard was required to perform this ritual to the Pope, and it was not enforced under any other circumstance.
Unlike the Knight’s pledge of loyalty, if the Elves of the Holy Nation performed this gesture, they were truly ready to literally open their chest and offer their heart at any moment.
And Aiwass did not mince his words.
At such a moment, to say something like “no need” and decline Maxim’s honor...
that would be a defamation of Maxim’s resolve.
As an adult Elf, he must have understood the significance of this gesture and made a firm decision before doing so.
Thus Aiwass solemnly stretched out his hand and rested it on Mage Maxim’s head.
“Please rise, Lord Maxim.”
Aiwass spoke softly, channeling his mana and performed an Illumination Art on Maxim’s head.
This too was a gesture of grave respect—if he could use a complete Illumination Art at this close range, he could also use a lethal spell to instantly kill Maxim.
Even for a Transcendent, brain damage at this range was fatal.
By doing so, Aiwass signified he would not misuse Maxim’s trust and respect to harm him.
This family of Elves from the Homeland Faction was quite comfortable for Aiwass to deal with.
At least, they were not madmen...
Their simple concept of helping others was something Aiwass, as a human, could understand.
It seemed he should make time to meet Cardinal Favna.
Better wait until she becomes a Cardinal, then there would be a good excuse to meet.
Aiwass thought to himself.
“Mr.
Aiwass...”
At that moment, Yunus approached with some concern.
He held the harp solemnly and handed it to Aiwass, “This item...
it’s best if I hand it back to you.”