A Hospital in Another World?

Chapter 895: Legendary Mage: Little Garrett's Stuff is Really Useful

On the magic array, white light dots danced and expanded, becoming brighter and brighter. When its size and brightness finally stabilized, Garrett was astonished to see seven churches opposite them lighting up simultaneously with a white glow!

"They're about to launch a big attack!" He couldn't help but raise his voice, "Cirilla, come and see!"

"I see it!" Cirilla, with her back to him, didn't even turn around. At some point, she had reverted to her human form and was now hunched over the telescope, observing with great interest:

"It's such a long stretch! So long, a long stretch of white light—Garrett, come over here, it's clearer from this side!"

Garrett stared at the magic array, wanting to take notes. However, a brilliant white light had already shone into the cave, making him instinctively turn his head and jump up with an "ouch":

Light.

Vast and overwhelming light.

From across the strait, from the city walls of Kallas, from Six-Link City, patches of white light rose up one after another.

The white light connected and condensed, vaguely forming the shape of a structure, resembling both a mountain peak and a hall—

On it, something seemed to be swaying, like flying or running. Garrett strained his eyes but could see nothing clearly.Yet, the oppressive feeling in his heart grew heavier. It was like a black cloud pressing down on a city, even though the storm had not yet fallen, his chest felt increasingly stifled. Even breathing required great effort.

"Garrett, look quickly!" Cirilla waved frantically at him, simultaneously turning her body reluctantly away, her face showing a clear desire to watch for just one more second before he arrived...

Garrett smiled at her, tiptoed past her to the cave entrance, and cast an Eagle Eye Spell on himself, straining to see.

At first, nothing was clear, but as he watched, the scene before him became increasingly distinct. It was as if a peculiar force was pushing these images into his eyes and engraving them into his mind—

He saw a mountain.

A towering, majestic mountain formed by white light.

The mountain was divided into seven layers. The lowest layer consisted of ordinary human shapes, farming, herding, weaving, or running about. In short, they were no different from mortal believers.

The second layer was also ordinary humans, but they were no longer laboring. Some were copying books, some wielding swords, and some singing and performing. Their movements were slow and leisurely, exuding an indescribable sense of joy.

Among these people, occasionally, one would suddenly stop working, sprout a pair of pure white wings on their back, and then fly up to the third layer.

The third and fourth layers were filled with angels with wings on their backs. The difference was that the third layer seemed to be working while the fourth layer was solely dedicated to singing hymns.

As they sang, white light sprinkled down like snowflakes, and those below joyfully caught it with cupped hands.

The fifth layer consisted of four-winged angels, and the sixth layer had only a few six-winged angels. They held bows and swords, harps, or books and scepters, looking down sternly.

"How many people are up there?" Garrett murmured:

"It's hard to see clearly from this distance... Seven? Maybe more... Could it be nine? But the doctrine only changed recently to add new angels, so it might be too soon."

Before he finished mumbling, the figures of the six-winged angels became blurry and flickered, their wings seeming incomplete. More than seven figures appeared, flickering as if there were connection issues.

Garrett desperately wanted to see more clearly, but his eyes burned hotly, and he instantly burst into tears from the stabbing pain. He cried out in pain, covering his eyes:

"Stingy... If I can't see, I can't see. No need to be so harsh..."

He quickly cast Healing Spells on himself. When his eyes felt better, he peeked through his fingers and saw a figure slowly standing up on the seventh layer's peak.

The figure seemed extremely small, occupying only a tiny part of the peak;

Yet, it also seemed immense, so immense that when it stood up, the entire world shook.

Radiant light spread, auspicious clouds streamed, and golden scales shimmered over the waves, while the clouds around Six-Link City transformed into splendid colors...

"What is that?" Cirilla instinctively lowered her voice as if afraid of startling this giant of light:

"Is it their god? Or that... angel they mentioned? Can it fight? If it throws a punch, who can take it?"

Garrett didn't know the answer. He only knew that when the giant of light stood up, everyone on the seven-layered mountain bowed. White light swirled, and the chanting ascended straight to the heavens:

"Holy, holy..."

The giant of light looked around and then raised its palm, pointing gently towards Ostend.

A beam of white light, thin and pure, seemingly harmless, like a ray of sunlight from the sky. Yet, when it struck the ground, the whole world seemed to tremble—

Garrett's heart tightened, and he rushed back to the magic array to observe. The entire array was occupied by the seven-layered light mountain, covering almost half the strait, and Ostend—Ostend—

The place where the light spot was suddenly exploded. The brightness, the color, if Garrett were to mark it, he would label it with a small mushroom cloud...

Or perhaps it was entirely leveled. Garrett looked at the map's marker, the small mountain, the facilities within it, possibly all gone, turned into a crater?

Were there people there?

Were any of our people there?

Were there our mages or warriors?

Garrett's heart tightened again. And after the giant of light's strike, it raised its hand once more, gently pressing down. Under its palm, white light flickered, and a white light hand seemed about to fly out—

This palm would strike Ostend City, right?

Or the nearby rebel camp?

Garrett panicked. Although in the final exchange, any pieces could be sacrificed, Ostend City had risen in rebellion under the council's promise—

Was there any way to save them?

Any way to block or intercept the enemy's attack?

Garrett's mind raced. Along the way, his senior sister had urgently given him various legendary spells to memorize, which now spun through his mind one by one.

At the time, he had hurriedly learned, only superficially memorizing the background information. Now he regretted not studying them thoroughly. No, no, this one won't work...

All the protective legendary spells seemed to be for individuals or small groups; to interrupt the giant's attack, would they have to counterattack?

Who would go first?

Would it be the teacher?

Just as he thought this, Cirilla suddenly exclaimed and pointed ahead.

Garrett rushed to look, only to see the majestic light mountain wobbling like a water reflection, blurring and dispersing layer by layer. Amidst this collapse, a furious roar echoed from the other side:

"Bastard!!!"

Huh?

Did we succeed?

Who? Which legendary figure used what great spell?

Garrett tiptoed, nearly breaking his toes, regretting he hadn't learned ballet for better balance. Still, he saw nothing clearly, only heard faint laughter across the world:

"Hehe..."

"Xixi..."

"Hahahahaha..."

It sounded like an enchantment. Garrett muttered to himself.

In a place he couldn't see, the legendary enchanter, Lady Almeida, wrapped her students and laughed as they dashed to the opposite shore, leaving dozens of devices around Six-Link City, tirelessly outputting:

"Little Garrett's brainwave research is really good. By breaking emotions into brainwaves, we can output at high power~~~"

"And it can be powered by electric motors! Dozens at once!"

"We're leaving, but these devices will keep working! Let them find them slowly!"

"Hehe, the key to Divine Descent spells is unity of the people; the greatest fear is us! Here a bit of encouragement, there a bit of terror, and there some temptation—I challenge your prayers!"

"Next time, we can collaborate with the Illusion school, maybe add some mid-air dance performances and sound effects?"

As the light mountain collapsed and the giant of light vanished, Garrett squinted to see the magic array, noticing that the white light across the strait had almost completely dissipated, leaving only faint remnants, like a paint palette not entirely washed clean by water.

In this thin white light, a golden beam suddenly shot forward. It moved incredibly fast and fiercely, closing in on the magic array.

Before Garrett could exclaim, a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky!

The lightning was sharp and powerful, and with a single strike, the golden light veered and retreated to the city.

The colorful light soared away without looking back, while after the lightning split the sky, bolt after bolt, a dense rain of electric light fell towards Kallas City!

Garrett stood up abruptly.

Dark clouds pressed down, thunderclouds clashed, already brewing lightning and thunder; however, such dense lightning, such precise attack direction...

The teacher, it must be the teacher!

"Decar! Do you want to die here?"

A roar echoed from the opposite side. Garrett strained his ears but heard no response from their side, especially not the teacher's calm, slightly mocking voice.

Only the lightning in the clouds, falling like rain, one strike after another, accompanied by flashes of various lights. The people in the church must be desperately trying to attack the teacher, but failing, or unable to lock on?

"Decar!!!"

With the roar, another light mountain rose

atop the cathedral, with a giant at its peak, wielding a long sword, slashing down—

Divine Descent Spell?!

Another Divine Descent Spell?!

Having just broken one, how could they launch a second so quickly? Even with organized prayers, shouldn't there be some charging time?