Chapter 223: Girl, You're Awake?
If that blue-haired hero from a thousand years in the future were to face this Demon King who had just merged with the power of the Fallen Gods Land, could he win?
In an instant, Kurtz conjured up an image of the blue-haired hero, his face resolute, shouting "My victory is inevitable!" before charging forward.
"Forget it. I'd better not trick him."
Kurtz muttered to himself, then shook his head, dismissing the inappropriate thought.
The most urgent task was to save lives.
"How do you plan to save her?" Serie asked, looking at Kurtz's solemn expression.
She could sense that the power within Frieren was extremely troublesome, something even she herself was unwilling to be tainted by.
"It's a bit troublesome, but there's always a way." Kurtz carefully laid Frieren flat on the ground. "Two methods."
"The first method would be to use the power of Orger's holy sword or the power of faith of the Light of El, which were of the same level, to dispel it forcibly. But summoning Orger and the Light of El would cause too much of a commotion. It is not worth it for such a minor injury."
Kurtz's tone was calm, yet carried an indescribable confidence.
Serie gave him a wary look. "This little injury? Then what do you suggest we do for this 'little' injury?" She sensed that this man already seemed to have a plan.
"Simple." Kurtz crouched down, a soft light slowly gathering in his right palm, then hovering above Frieren's abdomen. "I'll transfer these corrosive forces directly into my own body."
"What!?" Serie's expression changed drastically, and she immediately objected. "NO! Are you crazy?"
"That's the corrosive divine power from the Land of Fallen Gods! It's too dangerous to introduce it into your body rashly!"
"Don't worry." Kurtz looked up and smiled at her. "I've dealt with this stuff before, and this amount isn't enough to corrupt me. I can suppress it completely and then deal with it when I get to Orger. It'll be a piece of cake."
Kurtz was also conducting experiments.
His body was approaching the perfect life form, and each reincarnation guaranteed a lifespan of at least 100 years without aging.
Now that he possessed Schlacht's magic, he could use his current amount of corrupting divine power for experiments.
However, he didn't tell Serie any of this, perhaps because he didn't want to worry her.
Although the man spoke of it casually, Serie knew that the risks involved were far more serious than he made them out to be.
That was, after all, the power leaked out after the death of a god, and it was extremely dangerous.
She opened her mouth, wanting to persuade him further, but seeing Kurtz's calm eyes, she swallowed back all her words of advice.
She knew him. This was something he had already decided, and he always seemed able to do things that others thought were impossible.
"Hmph, do as you please! Don't expect me to save you if anything happens!" Serie turned her head away, her tone stiff, but her nervous sidelong glances betrayed everything.
At the same time, another question arose in her mind: Why was Kurtz so concerned about this unfamiliar white-haired elf girl? He didn't even hesitate to draw that dangerous power into himself.
Could it be that he was considering taking on another apprentice? Did he want to put this Frieren under his wing?
At that moment, Kurtz's palm was already close to Frieren's wound.
As the magic was cast, an invisible suction force emanated from his palm. The corrosive divine power that had been entrenched deep within Frieren's body, as if summoned by some force, began to be forcibly drawn out bit by bit and then disappeared into Kurtz's palm.
As the corrosive power was withdrawn, Frieren's pale face seemed to regain a bit of color, and her tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly.
Kurtz's expression remained unchanged. The light around his palm flickered briefly.
"How is it?" Serie finally couldn't help but ask.
"Everything is going well, and I estimate that Frie... she will wake up soon."
"No... I asked... never mind, it's nothing." Serie gritted her teeth, feeling a bit like biting the man in front of her.
Even though he knew perfectly well that she wasn't asking about the white-haired elf girl in front of them, he deliberately brought her up.
However, judging by the way this man was acting, it seemed this corrosive force didn't have much effect on him.
Serie wasn't sure either.
"Speaking of which, where did those two find the magic source to cast teleportation magic?"
The magical power required for teleportation magic was extremely large, not to mention the directional teleportation magic created by Kurtz, which required an astronomical amount of magical power.
Even if you multiplied Flamme and Ayla's magical power tenfold, you probably still wouldn't be able to gather enough.
"Judging from the teleportation fluctuations just now, it seems quite crude, as if it were constructed under some kind of emergency." Serie lowered her head, carefully analyzing the traces of the teleportation magic.
"Could they have run into some trouble?"
"I don't know. Let's ask her when she wakes up."
As if summoned by Kurtz's words, Frieren's eyelids twitched slightly, clearly indicating that she was about to wake up.
"Hmm..."
Frieren slowly opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was a completely unfamiliar face.
"Hey! Young lady, you're awake? Congratulations, you're now a mother of two!"
Frieren: "???"
Unable to stand it any longer, Serie punched the man in annoyance before asking Frieren, "What's your name?"
"Frieren." She repeated her name, her voice quiet.
She remembered that demons attacked her village, and then a red-haired human mage and an elf mage appeared and saved her village. At that time, they had even carried her, seriously injured, on their backs.
As for what happened next, she only had a vague recollection.
"Very good. Where are Flamme and Ayla, Frieren?"
"Flamme and Ayla?" For Frieren, who had never heard these two names before, the realization that the two mages who had saved her village bore these names made her blink in confusion.
"You should have seen them before, right? The red-haired human is Flamme, and the elf is Ayla."
Kurtz explained considerately from the side. Judging by Frieren's puzzled expression, she didn't know the two people's names.
"Yes, those two saved my village." A look of realization flashed in Frieren's emerald eyes. So the two women were named Flamme and Ayla.
She struggled to sit up. Although the pain from the wound in her abdomen had subsided, it still brought waves of weakness.
Kurtz reached out and gently pressed his hand on her shoulder.
"Don't rush to move. I just cleared the power from your body, but you're still very weak. Just lie down and talk."
Frieren obediently lay down, her gaze shifting between Kurtz and Serie. "Who are you?"
"My name is Kurtz, and her name is Serie. I a...We are their master."
[End of Chapter]
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