Chapter 59

However, when Jiang Junming mentioned the Goddess of Care, the two old priests hesitated. Looking at Jiang Junming's clear eyes, they were momentarily unsure whether they should let him try.

"Let him give it a try." A voice, both sensual and slightly hoarse, came from the back of the crowd. A woman in a black robe, who had appeared there at some point, spoke. Originally, after seeing the tall old priest of the God of Justice use divine magic to treat the injured person, the black-robed woman thought that although the patient's condition had improved, it was still difficult to save his life, so she didn't want to do anything. But when she heard Jiang Junming mention the principles of the Goddess of Care, her eyes lit up, and she spoke up.

The two old priests seemed to place great trust in the black-robed woman. When they heard her say this, they no longer hesitated. The tall old priest said, "Then go ahead and try."

Jiang Junming nodded, walked to the injured person, and lifted his eyelids. Both pupils had dilated, primarily on the left side, and his limbs were stiff, clearly symptoms of an epidural hematoma. The injured person's breathing was extremely weak, and the carotid pulse was almost undetectable. Without caring about sterility or disinfection, Jiang Junming picked up a long sword from the ground and stabbed it into the injured person's left temple.

"Ah..." A chorus of gasps rose.

"Stop!" A student, a believer of the God of Protection, saw Jiang Junming stab the "dead" person's vital point with a long sword and shouted angrily, "The person has already returned to the embrace of the gods, why are you doing this!"

"He must be crazy. That person is already dead, why is he stabbing a corpse with a sword?"

"I don't know either. From the looks of it, he must be crazy."

"Could this be some strange method from their Moonlight City? I can't believe he has the nerve to use it in front of the priests at the academy."

As they spoke, Jiang Junming, holding the long sword in reverse, had already stabbed it into the injured person's left temple.

A student, a friend of the injured person and a believer of the God of Protection, roared in anger, drew his sword, and charged at Jiang Junming.

"Definitely a follower of an evil god, kill him!" After a moment of shock, several other students, also believers of the God of Protection, rushed forward, forming a circle around Jiang Junming. To them, what Jiang Junming was doing looked like a strange ritual on a corpse, a desecration that only followers of evil gods would perform. This young man must be a follower of an evil god.

The people rushing at Jiang Junming were all knocked to the ground in an instant by the black-robed woman and the two priests, one tall and one short. The surrounding students didn't see how the black-robed woman and the two old priests had acted. The black-robed woman then stood next to Jiang Junming, expressionless, looking at the students who had been knocked down. The tall old priest shouted, "The follower of the Goddess of Care is treating the injured person, all of you behave!"

"Sir Priest, he's not treating Kainus. The method used by the young man from Moonlight City is not divine magic! It's black magic, it's black magic!"

"Yes, Sir Priest, that's necromancy, he's a fraud."

"I've heard of the divine magic of the priests of the Goddess of Care, and no one has ever mentioned such a method. That's black magic!" The people around said, although they were intimidated by the black-robed woman and the two priests and didn't dare to attack Jiang Junming, what he was doing was too unbelievable. Even in the face of the priests' authority, the students were still agitated, far from the obedient demeanor they had in the auditorium.

The two old priests exchanged glances. What the students said was also what they were thinking. Jiang Junming was not using divine magic to treat the injured person; it seemed like he was... desecrating the corpse.

As they spoke, the tip of Jiang Junming's long sword was already pressing against the injured person's temple. With a slight flick of his wrist, he applied force, and the sword pierced through the skin and muscle, breaking through the thin temporal bone below the left temple, leaving a blood hole about half a centimeter in diameter.

Jiang Junming worked carefully. This was the first time he had performed such a delicate operation after his wrist was enhanced by the optical brain, and he was unsure at first.

The skin and muscle in an adult's temporal region are only 0.8 centimeters thick, and the temporal bone below is 0.2 centimeters thick, totaling 1 centimeter. If he didn't control the force well, the sword could pierce into the brain tissue, turning a living person into a dead one. If the force was insufficient, the 0.2-centimeter-thick temporal bone would not be penetrated.

It was extremely difficult to control the force, but Jiang Junming felt that after his wrist was enhanced by the optical brain, he had the perfect control. The sword pierced through the skin, muscle, and temporal bone, avoiding the superficial temporal artery, like a quick and successful burr hole surgery. He felt a great sense of satisfaction and then flicked his wrist to withdraw the sword.

Dark red blood spurted out under the pressure of the high intracranial pressure, looking extremely terrifying. Except for Jiang Junming, who knew that the blood was spilling out due to the high intracranial pressure and the decompression, everyone else thought that the bleeding was caused by Jiang Junming's sword, leading to the massive blood loss. The two old priests were shocked and then smiled bitterly, unsure of what to do in this situation.

Jiang Junming had thought the blood would be a solid clot and was wondering how to remove it. But seeing the dark, old blood spurt out, he wondered if the priests' healing magic had prevented the blood from clotting.

The apprentice knight, who had been sitting on the ground, suddenly came to his senses, picked up another long sword, and without a word, charged at Jiang Junming.

Before the sword could reach Jiang Junming, a huge force pressed down on the apprentice knight's arm, as if a mountain were pressing down on his head, pinning him to the ground, unable to move.

"Do you want to harm the follower of the Goddess of Care?" The black-robed woman's hoarse and sensual voice now sounded stern and cold. Her foot, under the black robe, stepped on the apprentice knight's hand, as if embedded in the ground, and no matter how the apprentice knight struggled, he couldn't break free.

The two old priests, seeing the situation getting out of hand, smiled bitterly and were about to step forward to stop the black-robed woman. If a priest killed a student at the church academy, it would be hard to explain. But before they could speak, a weak voice came from the ground: "Let him go! Where's my sword?"

Huh? This is...

Kainus, covered in blood, struggled to get up. The blood spouting from his left temple had stopped, and the blood now flowed slowly down his face. The blood was no longer dark but bright red.

He's alive?

He's alive!

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