Chapter430-The Price Paid
Chapter430-The Price Paid
At the same time, the golden rays of light fell upon each person, and John noticed that the wounds on their bodies began to heal at a visible speed.
Although John had protected everyone during this ordeal, preventing any fatalities, injuries were still inevitable.
After all, it was impossible for John to shield everyone perfectly.
While no one had died, the number of injured was significant.
Along the way, John could have helped them heal, but his own condition was not good either, so he had to pretend to be unaware.
If he helped some but not others, it would certainly lead to ill feelings.
Thus, he had to handle these matters with great care.
As everyone's bodies gradually returned to a normal state, a sense of happiness filled their hearts.
After all, this experience had been a perfect one for them in many ways.
The High Priest looked at John and couldn't help but smile.
His face, wrinkled like dried orange peel, also showed a faint smile, but in the eyes of others, it looked terrifying.
It was as if the dried peel had come to life and was now grinning incessantly in front of them, a sight that sent chills down their spines.
Silver Tear, standing nearby, shuddered involuntarily and lowered her head in silence.
If she didn't know this person was on their side, she would have been truly frightened.
Who could have imagined that someone good would look like this? He seemed more like a piece of dried bark that had gained sentience.
However, everyone kept their thoughts to themselves, understanding the gravity of the situation.
This person was reputed to communicate with the gods, which meant that this High Priest indeed possessed powers beyond their comprehension.
The moment they realized they were not in their original forms, everything took on a different hue.
What kind of methods did this High Priest truly possess? They still didn't know, but undoubtedly, these matters posed a certain danger to them.
Thus, they had to maintain tight control over their emotions.
Any hint of something unusual could give them away.
They could be indifferent for now, but if the situation escalated, it would become a different story altogether.
He clenched his fists tightly, trying to suppress his feelings, but finally couldn't hold back and jabbed Silver Tear hard.
"Could you stop laughing?" he almost growled through gritted teeth, his voice trembling with suppressed frustration.
He knew all too well what his companion was laughing at, but he was in no position to comment, so he simply endured it.
Even John's lips were twitching uncontrollably at this point, barely able to contain his amusement.
The High Priest, however, kept his attention on John and noticed his odd expression.
"What's wrong, Divine Envoy? Are you feeling unwell? Why does your mouth keep twitching?"
Hearing this, John's lips twitched even more.
"Ahem... It's nothing, just thought of something funny. Don't worry about me. Go on, what were you saying? What did you discover?"
John said with a smile, while Dark Fox bit down so hard that his teeth nearly cracked, but he couldn't help feeling aggrieved.
It was too absurd, truly too absurd.
Why was it that, after their crossing, everyone else turned out to be extraordinary, while he ended up being the fool? This realization hit him hard, just when he thought he had come to terms with everything.
Now he felt the depth of this malice once more.
"I noticed that among those who survived, quite a few harbor no strong ill will toward us. If I tame them a bit, their runes could completely become ours," the High Priest said, his expression turning radiant, as if the dried orange peel had stretched out a little more.
Silver Tear glanced at him and then quickly looked away.
There was no helping it; the sight was too unbearable.
Though he had thought he could tolerate anything, he couldn't help rolling his eyes now.
It was just too much.
As the conversation continued, John suddenly had a thought and spoke directly.
"Have you considered merging your runes with his? Since he can harness the power of the forest, that means you could also gain control of those runes."
"Your runes glow differently, but their patterns are largely the same. If you can fuse them, you'll be able to wield the power of three tribes."
The chieftain of the Zebra Tribe, who had been listening silently, suddenly brightened at these words.
Gain control of the power of three tribes?!
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