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“Save… Save me…” someone begged.
“This way, Father!” Templar Genny shouted.
“Ugh… Ack!” I screamed.
“Please… Ack!”
“The holy power isn’t working. Damn it… the holy power…” Draktaris grumbled.
“Blergh…”
“Ahhhhh!”
Gruesome wasn’t enough to describe the situation.
If they had been just a bit late, I would have had a nightmare.
“Father…” Draktaris said.
“The priests must be bishops or higher, Father Draktaris,” I suggested.
“I understand,” Draktaris said.
“Please evacuate the ordinary priests. If I’m right…” I said.
‘The burn might be contagious.’
“Gaaaaah!”
As expected, a priest grabbed their arm and screamed.
I was sure they touched the wound of the injured priest.
“We need priests capable of purification. This burn is like a plague,” I said.
It would spread to people with low Magic Resistance or Holy Power.
The holy power of ordinary priests was useless against it, so they were useless here.
A glance was enough for anyone to deduce that the injuries weren't just a simple burn....
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