A Hospital in Another World?

Chapter 900: Eliminate the Mage Accompanying the Dragon!

The enormous Silver Dragon spread its wings and took flight.

The powerful wings of the Silver Dragon flapped mightily, diving headfirst into the magical storm.

In the raging vortex, even high-level mages found it difficult to steady themselves. Only the dragons, with their robust bodies and immense weight, could withstand such air currents and fly steadily through them.

Garrett stood at the cave entrance, gazing up at the sky, watching Cirilla soar away. His hands were clenched tightly together, his nails turning white:

"Cirilla, I'm sorry for putting you in danger..." the young mage murmured.

"If I had even a little strength left, I would have gone myself, but I really can't..."

He watched Cirilla fly higher and higher, then suddenly fold her wings, dive, spread them out again, and firmly catch a small black dot before plunging back into the storm.

"Don't be reckless, don't be reckless, coordinate well with the mages... As long as there is a stable platform for casting spells, they are still very powerful..."

Garrett murmured to himself. Then, he resolutely turned around, walked back into the cave, and began to complete his part of the task.

He put away the telescope.He put away the observation array.

The shielding array... he decided not to put away the shielding array for now. Garrett thought for a moment, walked out of the cave, grabbed a stalk of wild grass, concentrated for a moment, and sprouted a large handful of grass seeds. Turning around, he swung his hand towards the cave—

In an instant, the dry and smooth cave floor was densely covered with wild grass.

"This way, they probably won't find it."

Garrett mumbled softly, walked back into the cave. The wild grass parted for him, creating a path that allowed him to put away the shielding array and stride out:

Go!

Head inland!

The faster, the farther, the better! As long as the enemies had the strength, they would definitely come to investigate upon seeing the Silver Dragon take flight!

And the enemies coming to investigate would definitely not be of a low level!

As Garrett walked, his hands flew, layering himself with magical shields. After finishing with the shields, he took out all his magical equipment and donned them one by one.

Everything done, he reached the cliff's edge, steadied himself, took one last look at the distant storm, then launched himself into the air with a flight spell—

"Ahhhh!"

He was going to crash into the mountain!

He was going to crash into the mountain!

The powerful aftershocks of the magical storm combined with the unstable air currents in the mountains were unexpectedly difficult to handle!

Why was it so hard!

Garrett stretched out his arms, flapping desperately. He pulled up, turned, and came to a sudden stop... After a long struggle, he clumsily landed in the treetops, not daring to fly any further.

"Not practicing regularly, can't clutch the Buddha's feet in the heat of the moment... Forget it, better to run underground... Phantom Steed!"

The black magical horse appeared silently. Garrett mounted it, buried his head in the Phantom Steed's gray mane, and urged it on:

"Run! Phantom Steed, run inland! Along the slopes, along the valleys, as fast and as far as you can—"

The Phantom Steed galloped at full speed. Summoned by an eighth-level mage, it could adapt to all land terrains—slopes, forests, sand, mud, and swamps, running without difficulty or slowing down.

Half-phantom, half-real, its mist-like hooves made no sound as they touched the ground, carrying Garrett away. A few mountain ridges away, two brown-clad men leaned against a tree, lifting their heads.

"The target is moving."

"We have relocked it."

"The fluctuations of a third-circle spell, the intensity is slightly higher."

"Judging by the distance from where the dragon took off, it should not be far."

"It should be a valuable target, and judging from the spell intensity, it should be a target we can defeat—"

Both were members of the Holy Knights, one a ninth-level bishop, the other a twelfth-level swordsman. They had been sent across the strait from Ostend City to search diligently for any large-scale gathering of high-level forces from the Kent Kingdom.

After two days of hard searching, they had found nothing but had witnessed a legendary battle and a huge explosion... Anyone with eyes could see that the Church had suffered a disastrous defeat.

Kallas City had been destroyed. The chain of divine spells in the Seven-Linked City had been completely broken. Everyone who survived would face the accountability of the Radiant Holy City—and that accountability would most likely be conducted by the Inquisition...

They had to do something.

To avoid being thrown into the black dungeons of the Inquisition, they had to produce valuable results!

"The target is about... four miles away," the shorter, thinner man muttered, staring intently at the glowing dot on the divine compass.

"He's moving continuously! His speed isn't fast, Stephen, we can catch up with him!"

"He's running inland, almost in a straight line." The taller man, with his hand on his sword hilt, glanced at the compass.

"We can intercept him. Kali, let's take a slightly detour and cut him off!"

"Go!"

"Go!"

Kali muttered a short prayer, and a layer of white light appeared on both him and his companion. He leapt forward, grabbing the strap of Stephen's backpack, clinging lightly to it.

Stephen bent low, knees flexed, and surged forward. A deep footprint marked his takeoff spot, and in a gust of wind, he was already tens of meters away.

"Quick! Speed up! We better get ahead of him and set up an ambush, taking him by surprise! A mage who is prepared is much harder to deal with than one who is caught off guard!"

The twelfth-level swordsman ran at full speed, faster than a galloping horse. Steep slopes posed no obstacle, and deep ravines were crossed in a single leap. On the divine compass, two light spots moved rapidly, soon appearing to merge.

"We're catching up... catching up... stay hidden! Stay quiet! Get ahead, find a good ambush spot, and get ready to strike!"

Kali crouched with his sword among the trees, Stephen knelt behind him, praying. On the compass they carried, a brightening light spot was moving quickly toward their location.

The Phantom Steed's speed was faster than a regular horse, and more importantly, it was stable, traversing sloping hills and rugged streams as if on flat ground. This gave Garrett more freedom:

He closed his eyes, lying on the horse's back, expanding his senses. He listened to the wind's whispers, the water's flow, and resonated with the surrounding wild grass, trees, and wildlife:

Which path inland was the nearest and safest?

Were there any dangers nearby?

Were there spies of the Radiant Church?

Was there anything hostile that shouldn't be there?

After months of intense training under Old Morgan, the results finally showed. The senses of an eighth-level Nature Priest unfolded, the entire nature resonating, trees, shrubs, wild grass, all guiding him:

Go this way!

Go this way!

Don't turn left! Don't turn left! There's a hostile aura on the left! Two of them, strong and close!

Garrett abruptly opened his eyes. Without a word, he reached back, pulled out a row of test tubes, and held them between his fingers. Concentrating slightly, he activated the spell structure:

Boom!!!