A Hospital in Another World?-Chapter 873: Little Garrett Still Hasnt Seen the Big Moves!

Fourth-tier spell, Flame Explosion. Among the eight schools of magic, the most lethal and destructive in the Evocation school.

One vial of potassium permanganate, one vial of nitrocellulose.

Double enhancement.

Boom!

This blazing white flame, in terms of power, directly leaped a tier, reaching the high-end of fifth-tier magic.

"Mm, not bad, not bad," Archmage Philby nodded in satisfaction as he sensed the spell's intensity. "When traveling, one must always have some trump cards. How could a disciple of the Radiant Lord lack the ability to challenge across tiers..."

This fireball, with its frontal assault capability, could already match a tenth-level, nearly eleventh-level archmage. Next, it would be up to your control abilities, little Garrett~~~

The fireball left his hand. It shot out, colliding with the divine light threads of the formation, exploding with a roar—

"Ice Wall!!!"

Garrett was so anxious he didn't even have time to shout "Cirilla," directly yelling the spell's name. As he shouted, he quickly wiped his space bag, pulling out another test tube:

"Ice Wall!"

Thick white frost mist spread out in front of him. The frost mist flowed, condensed, and solidified into a sturdy wall. The fourth-tier Ice Wall spell, like the fourth-tier Fireball spell, was also part of the Evocation school, with strength just matching that of a spear and shield.

As for the specific strength of the Ice Wall summoned by Garrett...

Archmage Philby sensed the energy in front and squinted slightly:

"This Ice Wall is a bit too solid... Even if a young Silver Dragon had just sprayed two breaths, borrowing the ice elements to construct the Ice Wall, it's still too solid... Little Garrett, what he used was..."

With a slight sweep of his mental power, he almost laughed. This test tube, with double-layered glass, vacuum-sealed inside, and wrapped with thick silk on the outside, was precisely the kind often seen in Senior Brother Byerbo's laboratory:

A liquid nitrogen tube.

Young mages in the cryogenic group often each had one, performing tricks by pouring it onto their hands. It doesn't hurt, hey hey, it doesn't hurt~~~

Can't you guys be a bit more creative? Archmage Philby secretly decided to take a stroll in Senior Brother's lab later. Anyone who hadn't thought of using liquid nitrogen to enhance ice spells would be strung up and beaten!

Looking closely, the Ice Wall summoned by Garrett wasn't the usual rectangular shape, nor was it a dome covering himself or the enemy.

He only summoned a quarter of the hemisphere, firmly shielding himself behind it. Meanwhile, Cirilla spat out another dragon breath, which began to solidify near the Ice Wall. Stretching, changing, it constructed another quarter of the hemisphere.

Tightly fitted, not a bit of a gap.

Archmage Philby's eyes squinted with a smile. This move was played beautifully, the coordination was so exquisite, the two little guys were very much in sync! Moreover, this hemispherical wrap—

Wouldn't all the explosive force be directed towards the opposite side!

On the opposite side, the bishop's face was indeed ashen. He had already thrown out his last rosary, overdrawing himself with the Thorn Crown to unleash power, having no will left to continue fighting:

Just give me a little time! Hold on, hold on, block for ten seconds, no, five seconds will do!

Let me activate the teleportation spell to take myself back, and if possible, take those two guys back too!

Who knew the opponent's move would strike straight at the vital point! That vine, incredibly tricky, instantly caused him excruciating pain, making it impossible to concentrate!

Barely managing to throw out a quick healing spell to relieve the pain, he had just gathered his thoughts when the pure white flames surged towards him, shaking the divine light formation to its core. Worse still— 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

He couldn't use teleportation!

Teleportation was afraid of dimensional anchors; in a fight against high-level mages, they would indiscriminately throw seven or eight to lock down an area, making it impossible for anyone to teleport freely.

And it feared elemental disruption; a powerful elemental spell explosion could turn the surroundings chaotic. In such a situation, teleportation could happen, but whether it would transport you to the ocean depths or into magma was another story.

Desperate!

The bishop's pupils turned blood-red in an instant. He raised both hands, fiercely pressing the Thorn Crown onto his head, letting the thorns deeply pierce his scalp, blood flowing all over his face. Ignoring the pain, he knelt on both knees, clasping his hands:

"Great Radiant Lord... You are supreme, you are exalted, you are holy, you are merciful... I bow at your feet, begging for your forgiveness of my sins, for your empathy for my weakness, for your pardon of my shortcomings..."

Abundant white light shone from him. On the Thorn Crown, white flames danced and soared higher. The rosary beads floating in mid-air seemed to gain support from the white flames, their light growing brighter.

In the center of the divine light formation, archer Roth gritted his teeth, drawing his bow for the second time. On the divine light formation, the white light converged, forming a layer of blazing flames on his arrow tip.

Far away on the mountain path, Archmage Philby approached with a solemn expression, hidden from sight.

The ground beneath her feet undulated like waves. With each casual step, her figure moved several dozen feet forward. After a few steps, she had already reached near the others, a defensive spell ready in her hand:

"Little Garrett, you must be careful!"

Boom!

A greatsword descended from mid-air. Warrior Wilson, struck by Cirilla's previous attack and coughing blood, rolled and crawled away from the flames' range. He circled around, rushing back into the battlefield after leaving the Ice Wall—

That silver dragon was unbeatable, but the people around him, taking down one was still worth it!

A fierce wind blew. Bernard, riding on Appa, covered in various enhancement, defense, and healing spells, gripped his bone club tightly. The Silver Moon Deer sprinted at full speed, and when it reached its peak speed, the barbarian roared, swinging the club with all his might—

For the glory of the Radiant Lord!

For the boss!

Roar!

Above, a heart-stopping dragon roar echoed. Cirilla spewed another dragon breath, and the severely injured Radiant Knight went limp.

A paralytic dragon breath; this time it wasn't the icy breath but the paralytic one!

Radiant power surged through his veins. From wielding wooden swords as a child, through training at the monastery as a youth, to decades of long battles and cultivation. Year after year, he finally became a twelfth-level high-rank knight—

Even when severely injured and paralyzed, a mid-rank knight couldn't easily challenge his edge.

However, Bernard was already ninth-level. A ninth-level barbarian, when going berserk, could achieve near tenth-level strength;

The armor crafted with the combined efforts of the dwarven elders could absorb a significant portion of the attack and shock;

The various enhancement spells on him boosted his strength, agility, and endurance.

Riding an eighth-level magical beast, the massive Silver Moon Deer charged at full speed, and even inertia was formidable!

Roar—

The bone club's tip revealed the shadow of a beast, roaring to the sky. This time, the beast soul didn't attack alone but vibrated within the bone club, combining with Bernard's full force, crashing into the descending greatsword.

Boom!!!

The ground shook instantly. Appa staggered back a few steps, its hooves digging deep into the soil, white light flashing on its antlers, sweeping across its body.

Bernard leaned back with his bone club, almost falling off the deer's back.

And the Radiant Knight named Wilson was sent flying, crashing into a large tree and breaking it. Under the shock, he spat out another mouthful of blood.

At this moment, the long arrow burning with light flames was already grasped in Cirilla's claw tips. The Silver Dragon lowered her head slightly, and a torrent of attack spells fell like a waterfall, rendering the archer barely breathing.

The divine light formation had shrunk to its limit, tightly clinging to the bishop, only covering the archer's head and shoulders. The bishop continued praying with his head bowed:

"May you show your omnipotent authority, may you display your great power, may all respect your holy name, may your kingdom come..."

He placed one hand on his chest and the other on the archer's head. His thumb pressed the archer's brow, and his four fingers spread over the top of the skull.

With each prayer, the archer's flesh rapidly withered, his cheeks sinking like a skeleton. Soon, he exhaled faintly and completely lost his breath.

And beside the bishop, the white flames seemed to be doused with oil, instantly becoming tangible. Above the white flames, a figure with wings on its back gradually appeared, holding an object in its hand. Its imposing aura rose steadily.

Garrett: "Flame Explosion! Flame Explosion! Flame Explosion! Damn, why haven't they broken through yet—Nature, forest, surrounding trees, wild grass, vines, tell me what's going on inside—"

No response.

Under the continuous Flame Explosions, the Ice Wall had long evaporated, turning into dense fog, obscuring all vision.

The trees, wild grass, and vines around the explosion's center had been destroyed by the Flame Explosions.

However, the entire forest, the entire nature, was frantically alerting him to leave quickly, not to stay—

"Cirilla! Retreat!"

Garrett shouted loudly. A long cry echoed in the sky as the Silver Dragon swooped down, grabbed his shoulders, and flew away swiftly. Garrett dangled, his head lowered, quickly casting support spells:

"Calming Spell! Mage Armor! Cat's Grace! Wind Ring! Appa, Bernard, run quickly—"

Before he finished shouting, the figure above the white flames had solidified from a turbulent form into substance. It, or he, floated high in the air, opened his eyes, and looked around. Then, with his arms crossed in front of his chest, he suddenly drew back:

A long arrow, formed purely from white flames, appeared on the bowstring. Then, the entire figure collapsed, merging into the long arrow. The light arrow shot through the fog, straight into the sky.

Garrett was terrified. Almost frantically, he cast every defensive spell he knew:

Ray Deflection!

Arrow Reversal!

High Mage Armor!

Ice Wall!

Ice Wall!

Ice Wall...

"Cirilla! Dodge! Dodge!"

He shouted continuously. Cirilla soared over the mountain peak, folding her wings and diving down sharply. With a roar, the light arrow pierced the hillside, shattering half the rock.

Among broken wood, branches, snow, mud, and dust, the somewhat shrunken light arrow shot through, heading straight for Garrett!

The Silver Dragon folded her wings, shielding Garrett inside. Garrett's hands flew, stacking defenses. The light arrow grew closer, closer—

"Sigh..."

A soft sigh echoed in the air. Then, a woman in a long dress stepped out, lightning entwining her hands, effortlessly catching the light arrow.

"Little Garrett, you still haven't seen the big moves!"