A Hospital in Another World?-Chapter 872: Little Garrett Passed, Barely Passed
Garrett swayed as he sat on the back of the deer, his face contorted in discomfort as he pulled out various items from his pocket:
"The pendant given by Lord 【Temporal Barrier】... wear it. Elemental endurance, useless when it's useless, but very useful when needed..."
"The bracelet given by Lord 【Deep Blue Song】... wear it. Ugh, it's so big and heavy, I can barely lift my arm... but 【Water Wall Spell】 is really useful..."
"The tie clip from Lord 【Philosopher’s Rose】... wear it. No tie, doesn't matter, clip it anywhere. It’s a weapon against mental attacks!"
"Should I release the skeleton given by Lord Immortal? Yes, let's release it. Oknjinn is also quite capable in combat, and if necessary, he can block a bit..."
This is ridiculous, we're already deep in the rear, why are there still enemy invasions, asking him to support! What are the fleet and blockade line in front doing...
He can’t fight...
Although, Garrett also knew that as an eighth-level mage, he should be one of the strongest combat forces in the nearby area.
Even if Cirilla didn’t transform into her dragon form to fight, he, Bernard, and Appa should be able to take down a five-person squad of the same level with their cooperation. If facing lower-level, larger numbers of enemies, they could unleash big fireballs and bombard them indiscriminately...
Of course, all this is based on the premise that he survives. And to survive—
After two months of training under Old Morgan and specialized training from battle mages sent by the council, after countless beatings, Garrett deeply understood one thing:
For someone like him, even if he practiced all night, he couldn't develop combat instincts. It’s not a matter of days; it requires long-term, life-threatening practice in the wild, in cities, on battlefields.
Some people manage to develop it, others simply die.
In the end, the advice from Old Morgan and the battle mages was to follow the traditional path of a mage. Load up on shields, apply seven or eight trigger spells, and when danger arises, hide and attack from behind the warriors.
Don't show off, don’t try flashy moves; teleporting into the enemy’s center to cast Ice Ring and then teleporting back really doesn’t suit you...
So Garrett decided to heed the advice. After wearing all the magic items he could, he started layering defensive spells.
Casting shields on himself, Bernard, Appa, and two on Cirilla. Oknjinn?
Forget about Oknjinn; the shields he knew either were useless to him or had a bit of a counterproductive effect.
Stone Skin, Resistance Boost, Deflection Ray, Arrow Reversal, Repulsion Shield, Radiant Shield, Advanced Mage Armor...
Hmm, after this period of training, he was much more proficient with various shield spells. Level 3 and below shields could be cast instantly, and level 4 defensive spells took less than three seconds.
After all, his mental power was strong, and his wallet was full—equivalent to having abundant materials, casting more shields was no problem. Ah, +1 to the sense of security, +1, +1, +1... With so many shields, the first wave should be survivable, right?
“The target is on alert.”
In the forest above the mountain path, three operatives from the Radiant Church were crouched behind a large tree, staring intently at the approaching figure. The bishop had stopped rotating his rosary, instead slightly lowering his head, seemingly using his mental power to lock onto the surroundings;
The archer had removed the wooden stick-like object, fitted an arrow to the bowstring, and was listening to the sounds below, not daring to look directly;
Only the warrior slightly bent his body, removed the heavy sword and held it in his hand, gritting his teeth audibly. After nearly an hour of searching, they finally confirmed that two of their teammates were in trouble—
Clothing fragments, bloodstains, explosive battle traces. Although they didn’t know why they left or why they suddenly fought, it was clear that these two were now unusable in combat, and the enemy might have been alerted...
“I knew thieves were unreliable... thieves are unreliable, that half-dead guy is also unreliable, in the end, only the Church’s people are reliable...”
The warrior muttered under his breath. The archer pressed his lips tightly, restraining himself from making a sound. The bishop was silent, checking everyone’s buff spells one last time, and then said in a low voice:
“When the mage passes that turn below, act immediately.”
“Yes!”
“Yes!”
A light chorus of agreement followed. The forest fell silent, with only the gentle sound of wind rustling the leaves; even their breathing was suppressed to the minimum. Everyone looked away, using their peripheral vision to watch the approaching group:
The barbarian warrior, in full steel armor and holding a bone club, looked around cautiously, striding through the bend;
The mage, riding a giant deer, had his shoulders tensed and was holding a small unknown object;
The beautiful elf, riding a snow-white unicorn, walked lightly behind the mage, looking around. The longbow on her back seemed like a decoration, with no intention of being used.
Three steps, two steps, one step...
“【Edict: Intimidation】!”
The bishop’s eyes suddenly widened, and he pointed downward. An invisible divine spell shot from his hand straight at Garrett on the deer. Without waiting to confirm its effect, he immediately cast the second spell:
“【Divine Punishment】!”
Garrett on the deer back suddenly looked up. Two shields shattered simultaneously, 【Endless Ink Pen】 flashed, the tie clip from Lord 【Philosopher’s Rose】 on his chest heated up instantly... there are enemies!
It’s a mental attack!
“Reacted? Not bad.”
From a distance, Archmage Filby, watching through a spell, nodded with a smile.
Whether it was relying on magic equipment or the enemy not using an attack spell first but focusing on control, reacting after the first strike was barely passing...
Well, next, let’s see his combat quality.
Garrett slapped the Silver Moon Deer, immediately attempting to cast a teleportation spell. However, this escape speed was slightly slower than the enemy’s attack. A bright, bowl-thick white light struck from the sky!
Deflection Ray shattered!
Repulsion Shield shattered!
Radiant Shield shattered!
Advanced Mage Armor shattered!
The sixth-level Divine Punishment spell, used by a senior bishop of the Radiant Church, was simple and unadorned. It looked like just a white light, but it pierced through layers of third and fourth-level magical shields like paper!
However, these shields were not all... 【Endless Ink Pen】 flashed slightly, 【Mage Armor】 activated and shattered; 【Force Field Shield】 triggered; 【Water Wall Spell】 triggered...
The protective items from a legendary mage were indeed extraordinary. The fourth-level 【Force Field Shield】 held against the Divine Punishment spell for a breath before silently shattering; the 【Water Wall Spell】 held for two more breaths.
And in these three breaths, the sound of a bowstring and the shadow of an arrow, almost surpassing sound, shot straight at Garrett:
“Zing!”
The archer’s first long arrow was released. The warrior gripped his heavy sword, stamped the ground, and charged.
However, it was too late. Three breaths were enough for Cirilla to react, leaping up in rage:
“Roar—”
A giant, silver-glowing adult dragon appeared on the mountain path, releasing a breath of dragon fire.
The arrow advanced, advanced, then was enveloped in layers of extreme cold, covered with frost. When it hit the silver dragon, it had become a long stick.
The silver dragon scales dented slightly and rebounded. Cirilla remained unmoved and unharmed.
The warrior braked urgently but it was too late. The ground cracked, and thick layers of frost covered his feet. He stomped hard, breaking free, and fled:
Damn, a silver dragon!
Where did the silver dragon come from!
This battle is unwinnable!
“Pretty good, surviving until the little silver dragon takes over is also a victory.” From afar, Archmage Filby nodded with a smile:
“Little Garrett, it’s up to you next, don’t flounder in the gutter~~~”
Garrett: “...”
Garrett said nothing, jumped off the Silver Moon Deer, and cast all his defensive spells on himself again. Then, crouching down on the spot, he curled into a ball:
Cirilla, you just fight, but don’t step on me!
Fortunately, even in her rage, the silver dragon had some sense. Cirilla flapped her wings, ascending slightly to hover about five meters above the ground. Her long dragon neck swung left and right, following the most concentrated scent of the enemy, and unleashed another intensified dragon breath.
The bishop's face turned ashen. Whether from the cold, anger, or fear was unclear:
He himself was only level 12, the warrior in front was level 13, the archer level 12—and this silver dragon, by its size, was an adult dragon, definitely above level 15!
Why would such a dragon appear here?
Whoever was responsible for intelligence gathering and information summary should be flayed alive! They should wail in the Lord’s holy flames for eternity, until the end of the world!
Surrounded by flashing white light, layer upon layer of holy shields shattered in the extreme cold of the dragon breath. The bishop gritted his teeth, grabbed his wrist rosary, and pulled hard:
The thread of the rosary snapped. The beads did not fall but floated, forming three rings around him. Light
intertwined between the beads, forming a profound divine spell array that forcibly blocked the dragon breath:
“Retreat! Move!”
He shouted loudly. This rosary was given by his teacher, a level 15 cardinal bishop, and had been blessed by his prayers for years. It could withstand a silver dragon’s attack for a short time—
The warrior and archer turned to flee. Three steps, two steps, one step, almost within the spell array's range. Behind them, the sound of snapping branches and splintering wood as the silver dragon’s giant claw slashed down:
“Clang!”
The warrior had no choice but to turn, swing his sword, and block the blow. The immense force sent him flying, spitting blood, and crushing seven or eight beads off course.
The spell array began to dim and shake, and the bishop squinted, pulling a crown from his bosom and viciously placing it on his head. Thorns under the crown immediately pierced his skin, blood flowed freely, igniting white flames atop the crown—
“Cirilla! Ascend! Use spells!”
A shout echoed from the mountain path. The silver dragon flapped her wings, rising above the treetops. Simultaneously, vines erupted from the ground, twisting and winding, crawling into the bishop’s robes.
“Ahhhhh!”
The white flames extinguished suddenly, and the bishop doubled over, clutching his groin, his eyes bulging. Garrett knelt on one knee, one hand pressed to the ground, the other holding two test tubes:
“【Flame Explosion】!”
