The battle was fierce, but it didn't take long. From the appearance of Trina's fleet to her surrender, the battle lasted no more than half an hour. However, it took a long time to clean up the battlefield after the battle. Out of humanitarian considerations, Xiao Chen, after receiving Trina and six other hostages, began to let the crew of Houyi and Xingtian participate in the work of treating the wounded, extinguishing fires, and repairing ships.
Since Xiao Chen had a large number of mages, there were many people who could use healing spells. Mages from the Spirit Tower, such as Glade and Crete, also mastered some high-level healing spells. They could treat the wounded much faster than other mages, but even so, many seriously injured sea creatures still died every moment.
Crete floated in the air, holding a white ball of light in his hand. A trace of light gray energy gathered towards the ball of light from all directions. The energy came from the souls of the dead floating on the sea below. They were all the soul power that had not yet dissipated. After being purified in Crete's hands, they would turn into pure white balls of light and fly towards the wounded who were not dead yet.
The wounded who were originally wailing in pain would suddenly calm down after being hit by these light balls. Their pain would be quickly relieved, and their wounds would begin to stop bleeding and scab over. The light ball in Crete's hand was like an endless healing machine, constantly repairing the bodies of these wounded.
"Krete, you did a great job. It's not easy for you to use the magic of soul redemption to cover such a large area. You have surpassed me in this aspect.
You humans have great potential. I originally thought that only those visitors from Earth like Xiao Chen had such talent, but it turns out that education is more important than talent. "Glade passed by Crete with the "Soul Gathering List" in his hand. What he did was completely opposite to Crete. He would extract the souls of those strong men into the "Soul Gathering List" when they were dying, and turn them into ghost warriors. The souls of the sharks were simple and strong, and were most suitable for making ghost warriors, while the souls of the mermaids were good materials for making ghost mages.
"Teacher, you know. Among the spells of the Spirit Tower, I am more interested in the art of life than the art of death." The soul ball in Crete's hand had reached a certain limit and could no longer accommodate any more souls. He stretched out his hand and released the ball of light. The ball of light flew towards a half-sunken ship. The deck of the ship was hit by two cannon shots. There were many groaning sea warriors on and under the ship. The ball of light exploded above them and turned into light rain. These life energies were integrated into the bodies of the wounded.
A Scale Clan warrior who had a cut on his waist by shrapnel had his pain relieved by the light ball. He looked up at the source of the light ball, propped himself up, walked a few steps towards Crete, knelt on the deck, and knocked his head heavily. Several other Sea Clan warriors saw this scene and followed him to kneel down to Crete who was flying above them.
"Do you enjoy the feeling of being appreciated?" Glade asked.
Krete was stunned for a moment, then nodded gently and said, "The reason why people are human is because they generate and spread emotions. In my opinion, even the hatred of the living is much better than the silence of the dead. Not to mention the gratitude from the heart? Although I will attack without hesitation when I encounter an enemy, I still like the feeling now. I like the feeling of giving others hope. I know what it feels like to suddenly lose hope. After death, people are nothing. After death, there is nothing. At most, they become something like the ghost warriors in your holy book. But how can that be considered themselves? The original existence has completely dissipated."
"As a book spirit that has neither life nor death, I can understand what you said, but I can't experience this feeling too much." Glade said, stroking the "Spirit Gathering Book" in his hand, "To me, death or life is just a state of existence."
"No, teacher, I think you are alive." Glade began to gather a second ball of light in his hand, "I think you would have accepted Jenny as my junior sister a few years ago. That was the awakening of human emotions. Until now, you have your own friends, your own joys and sorrows. Maybe that feeling is not too strong yet, but you will eventually understand more and more."
"Why...are you talking to me like this now?" Glade asked.
"Because today is an opportunity. I am here, and I see that their arrogance and blindness have brought such tragic consequences to themselves, and I am also very touched. And this is a good opportunity for you, Mirda, and book spirits like Xiao Mu. Maybe you should open your heart and feel more of these people's pain and hope. Maybe this is the key to you being able to go further."
"Become more human?" Glade has been practicing for many years, but his strength has always been stuck at the threshold of a great magician, and he has not been able to stabilize the realm of a great magician. Not only him, but other book spirits are also like this. Only Xiao Mu's realm is slightly higher, barely reaching the level of a great magician. Glade has always believed that this is the limit of the book spirit's own talent. But Crete disagrees with this.
"After all, magic is a power created by humans. You once taught me that in the era of the Seven Towers, a saint said that the purpose of humans using magic is not to become gods, but to become more perfect people." Crete said.
"Xiao Chen and Lord Luo Ling both said similar things to me, but I never thought that one day I would be taught by my own disciples." Glade smiled. His appearance has not changed over the years, and now Crete, who looks to be in his early twenties, is actually a little older than him.
"Okay. Maybe you're right. Why not give it a try?" He put away the holy book in his hand, stretched out his hand and grabbed it downwards. Fragments of souls gathered in his hand, and a soul ball began to appear in his hand. But he did not release magic in the air like Crete did, but flew down and came to a dying shark warrior.
He could tell at a glance that this was good material for a ghost warrior, and a minute ago he might have easily sucked out his soul.
But now he pressed the ball of light with healing power into his body.
Most shark people have ferocious faces, but when this shark warrior looked at him with his big copper bell-like eyes, they were filled with a mixture of emotions including gratitude, fear, and pleading.
"What are you thinking about now?" asked Glade.
The seriously injured shark warrior was unable to answer. Glade put his hand on his head and extracted some information.
In a home on a small island, with young children and elderly parents, my thoughts are filled with worry, guilt and longing for them.
In just a minute or two, Glaser was immersed in the thoughts of the shark warriors, and his eyes were red without him realizing it: "So this is what fear and hope feel like. This is what Crete meant: Now is the moment when their emotions are the most intense. Can even I sense it and understand it?" (To be continued)