Count Toka looked at this unbelievable scene, then turned to look at the white-robed old man beside him with doubt and apprehension. “Bishop Mu'en, what... what exactly is this?”
The old man's face was deeply lined with wrinkles, making him look kind yet solemn. With a grave expression, he spoke in a raspy voice, “I... I do not know. All I know is that as a Tier Eight, I cannot perform healing magic on such a massive scale.”
Any battle would leave behind traces, often affecting the natural environment and disrupting its stability.
One of the dogmas of the Holy Light Church was that nature was a miracle bestowed upon humanity by the gods; destroying nature and trampling upon life was an act of blasphemy.
Therefore, the Church regularly organized clergy to use magic to repair the devastated earth after battles, stimulate the growth of withered vegetation, and breathe new life into ruined territories.
Thus, Bishop Mu'en was no stranger to restoring the earth, as he often performed such restorations himself.
However, even as a Calamity-class extraordinary, he could only cast such magic over a small area.
Seeing this scene now, his mind was deeply shaken. He could no longer maintain his usual calm and dignified composure, standing frozen in place.
“Church records mention that when our former Archbishop, a peak Tier Nine Cataclysm-class powerhouse, casually cast a spell, everything within dozens of kilometers was healed.”
“Could this be a Cataclysm-class powerhouse, just like the Archbishop?”
At this point, the old man paused before continuing slowly, his tone carrying a trace of fanaticism he had never shown before.
“Or could it truly be... a god?”
A god!
These two words struck the ears of the other Tier Eight powerhouses nearby like a sudden clap of thunder, stirring up tempestuous waves in their hearts.
Had the gods, who had disappeared for nearly ten thousand years, truly returned?
If so, what would become of humanity?
This question surfaced in the minds of all the Tier Eight powerhouses present. For a moment, everyone lowered their heads and fell silent.
“Now that the monster tide has been resolved by that lord, and the people below are gradually returning to the city, we should head back first as well.”
“Everyone here holds an important position. Once we return, there will surely be a mountain of matters waiting for us to handle.”
The squinty-eyed Chamber of Commerce President wearing glasses suddenly spoke.
The group exchanged glances, then unanimously agreed. With heavy hearts, they flew toward the city.
Regardless of whether that existence was a Cataclysm-class powerhouse or a god, that immense power could easily obliterate them. They did not dare to rashly attempt contact.
If they ran into someone with a bad temper, their combined strength wouldn't even survive a single slap from the other party.
Thus, it was better to return first to handle city affairs and tighten management over the city.
On one hand, it was to give themselves peace of mind; on the other, it was to prevent some blind fool from offending that great figure should they enter the city on a whim.
If that happened, the entire city would be destroyed.
By then, they wouldn't even have a place to cry.
However, even if they searched, they would only come up empty-handed. After Xia De vanished from the spot,
By the time he reappeared, he had already returned to the city, right near that restaurant.
At this moment, some chaos was unfolding in the city.
Although the group from the Demon God Cult who had been lying in ambush in the city had been subdued beforehand, some remnants had still managed to escape capture.
Following their original plan, they caused minor disturbances in the city. Coupled with local scumbags taking advantage of the chaos to commit crimes,
This resulted in constant minor commotions, even though no major disaster had occurred in Toka City.
“Ah! No!”
A scream filled with obvious terror reached Xia De's ears. Xia De followed the sound and looked over.
He saw a fierce-looking man drooling as he stared lewdly at a young mother holding her five-year-old daughter. The man made vulgar gestures in the air as he walked toward them.
His strength was Tier Two, Rank Five, while the mother and daughter were just ordinary humans.
With a twisted smile on his face, he slowly approached the pair. With every step he took, the fear on their faces deepened.
And his smile grew even wider.
Just a piece of trash fishing in troubled waters during the chaos, Xia De thought.
Xia De looked at the man expressionlessly, his gaze as cold as if he were looking at a dead man. From the man, he caught the same stench of scum as those who had died by his hands in his previous life.
Just as he was about to make a move to kill the man, a furious roar echoed from nearby.
Immediately following was the sound of hurried, heavy footsteps.
A chef with a small mustache charged straight toward the wicked man, his arms outstretched as he held two blood-stained kitchen cleavers. He roared,
“Even middle-aged men have dreams! As an extraordinary, you dare to commit evil against ordinary people? Have you lost your dreams?!”
Everyone's attention was drawn to the mustachioed chef. The wicked man looked at the chef rushing at him with two kitchen cleavers as if he were looking at an idiot.
Xia De, however, grinned and watched the scene with great interest.
The mustachioed chef spread his arms and flicked his wrists, causing the two kitchen cleavers to spin in his hands as if powered by motors.
The aura of a Tier Three, Rank Seven powerhouse erupted from him.
Then, bending his knees, he leaped high into the air with a powerful kick off the ground.
Next, several beautiful, cold glints of light flashed through the air as the cleavers sliced through, and the mustachioed chef landed behind the wicked man.
The mustachioed chef knelt on one knee, his arms crossed in front of him, holding the blood-stained kitchen cleavers.
The wicked man let out a dry, raspy groan, wanting to say something.
But before he could speak, he lost consciousness, and his body collapsed to the ground with a thud.
Seeing this, the little girl in the young mother's arms thought the man was dead and screamed once more.
“Don't worry, I used the back of the blade. He's only knocked out. My kitchen cleavers were forged to cook delicious, happy meals, not to kill.”
The young mother finally snapped out of it. Gratitude filled her tear-stained face as she hurriedly bowed to the mustachioed chef along with her daughter.
“Thank you! Thank you for saving our lives! If not for you, I really...”
The mustachioed chef gave the sobbing mother a bright, healthy smile, his white teeth catching the light. He gave them a thumbs-up and said,
“As a middle-aged man with dreams, I absolutely refuse to allow any evil to happen before my eyes!
“Those fellows who have lost their dreams—I shall stop them!”
Suddenly, another scream echoed nearby. The mustachioed chef's expression changed, and he said to the mother,
“Alright, ma'am, hurry and take your child to a safe place.
“I must go deal with the other dreamless fools!”
With that, he turned to leave, but paused for a moment before departing to add,
“Oh, and if you can, please support ‘Dream Restaurant’!”
Then, shouting things like “I will stop those who have lost their dreams!”, he ran toward the source of the scream with his kitchen cleavers raised.
Xia De watched the entire scene from the shadows, finding himself a bit amused. Yet, as he looked at the departing figure of the mustachioed chef, his mood became exceptionally pleasant for once.
With a look of nostalgia in his eyes, he softly murmured,
“He really is... shining so brightly.”
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