Chapter 1357 Cut up the Demon King! Can I Move?

Gretel subconsciously raised his hands to the sky.

The violent explosions are still continuing, and the power of the giant sword and the power of demons are still entangled. In the underground world, large numbers of demons are still exploding, burning, wailing and struggling...

But these are no longer the main enemies. As soon as the strongest big demon in front of them exploded, the defensive walls of the elders immediately expanded outwards, and some even turned to attack and began to sweep away the small and medium demons;

After all, even medium-sized demons have legendary, or near-legendary power. Instead of using a magic circle to sweep, but using the power of a single person to kill, the efficiency is really low.

Elder Fahim jumped up, facing the pillar of skylight cast from above the "deep well", and flew high to the surface.

As the ultimate healer in the fertile forest, he has the most experience in both single-target treatment and large-scale treatment. He is very anxious at the moment and just wants to quickly treat the children above...

He increased his speed as fast as possible. If he hadn't considered the large-scale treatment after a while, he would have almost transformed into a swift - a golden dragon would not work. The transformation speed would be too slow and would waste time.

At this time, it would be good to waste one minute or one second less!

He leaped at high speed, almost whistling in the air. However, even so, when the elder emerged from the ground, he still only had time to see gentle white light pattering in the sky, falling like rain:

treat!

treat!

treat!

Stop bleeding, maintain vital signs, straighten bones, connect muscles, replenish blood...

It fell on the soldiers who fought bloody battles, on the soldiers who fell unconscious on the ground, and even penetrated under the earth and rocks, and fell on the soldiers who fell into cracks and pits and were buried in the earth and rocks!

Such extensive treatment…

Such a large-scale and powerful treatment...

Elder Fahim looked up at the white light, feeling dazed for a moment.

Looking down from the sky, it is gentle and abundant, peaceful and compassionate.

He had seen such brilliance once before, during the Summer Solstice Festival, when the queen, who used to be a princess, danced on the top of the World Tree.

In line with her dancing, Lady Silver Moon sheds silver light from the sky, bringing comfort to all her people...

But now, could it be that after they killed the demon, Ms. Silver Moon took pity on the injured children again?

No, that's not right. Elder Fahim lowered his gaze, and his eyes suddenly condensed:

The healing light on the battlefield includes, in addition to gentle and tranquil white light, four colors of light: black, red, yellow, and green.

In addition to the colorful light, there were even light screens floating near the soldiers, with the numbers and lines on them constantly beating...

"Gretel, stop!!!" He couldn't help but shouted:

"You don't want your life!!!"

With such a large-scale and powerful treatment, even he, a legendary healer, needs to do his best. Little Gretel has just advanced to level 14. How did he do it?

How dare he? !

Even if something happens to him, nothing can happen to this child!

Even though Gretel was just a few hundred meters below him, and with his mental power, he could completely sense the little guy's condition, the elder still didn't dare to believe himself. In shock, he almost turned around and rushed back to where he was.

At this moment, a steady voice came from below:

"He's okay. I'm here."

It was the voice of Elder Aimat.

This great elder has always been calm, reliable, and very friendly to Gretel.

Elder Fahim breathed a sigh of relief, calmed down, and began to treat the wounded on the battlefield. While giving treatment, I still couldn’t help but feel uneasy:

What happened to this kid, Little Gretel?

Gretel... Gretel launched such a large-scale healing technique without using his own power at all.

In the dark, he just let go of his mind, communicating with the will of the world, communicating with the Emerald Dream, communicating with the ancient trees under his feet, and communicating with the entire magic circle of Yongju Island:

Help!

Help!

I will tell you everything I know, and ask you to do your best to save your compatriots on the battlefield above!

The meditation core is operating at full strength, projecting each spell model to the ancient tree, to the Emerald Dream, and to the magic circle above. Please study, please memorize, please——

Use these spell models to activate healing magic in a large area!

Gentle white light falls like rain.

When the white light disappeared, Gretel finally opened his eyes. He looked left and right in the darkness, feeling a little confused for a moment.

It wasn't until a ball of light rose up and he looked again at the light of the ball that he burst into laughter:

"Cerella!"

Gretel raised his voice. He raised his hand, and a mage's hand flew out and scratched the dragon wings that wrapped him far away:

"I'm fine! Thank you!"

The dragon wings opened slightly. The silver light shrank and faded like water, and soon, what caught Gretel's eyes was Cerela's gentle and charming face that was both happy and angry.

"Gretel! You succeeded! - Oh, it's so dangerous this time!"

"I know." Grete jumped lightly, jumped down from the horizontal branch, and landed next to her. He held her with one arm, turned around, and bowed slightly to the busy elders around him:

"Thank you."

"It's nothing, it should be." Elder Amat paused his palms slightly, turned his head and smiled at him:

"The final blow was all thanks to you, right? Come on, come over and see if there are any trophies you want—"

Grete followed his call and walked over. Looking up, various colored lights kept flashing, illuminating the entire cave in a strange way. Under the ancient tree and in front of the cave, there are various strange things piled up:

Grete tried hard to identify them. Some might be carapace, some might be claws, and some couldn't tell what they were.

Probably, maybe, it's always the fragments dropped by those monsters?

While watching, two huge mage hands held a large length of dark limbs and floated upward. Along the way, there was blood dripping with black blood and a stinky smell.

Grete was still eighteen feet away from that thing when he was knocked down by the smoke. Subconsciously, I took two steps back and cast a bubble spell on myself, but it couldn't cover the stench.

Before he could ask, Elder Emma pointed at the thing and smiled:

"Or do you want this? This is the largest piece of limb that fell off the demon king that was killed today. Can you take it, maybe it will be useful?"

"What use do I need it for..."

Gretel grimaced. Elder Amat smiled lovingly and shook his head:

"This is a demon beyond the legendary level, and it comes from outside this world. It is a rare material. Don't you want to study it? Know its structure, its composition, and its secrets?"

"this……"

Gretel hesitated. After all, he was really curious. Cutting up a demon king or something was not something he could just happen to have -

The question is, can I cut it?