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Chapter 1216

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When Duque's last [Starfall] hit Nefarian's head, it pierced through Nefarian's throat, followed by his cervical vertebrae. Then, he activated [Ice Barrier]. Even with his Breaking Dawn Mage's [Ice Barrier], which was many times harder than diamond, he almost couldn't withstand it.

Under the huge impact, he was directly blasted into the huge pit under Nefarian's body. When the [Ice Barrier]'s duration ended, Duque had no choice but to retract the high-density Ice Elemental Barrier. Tragically, he found himself soaking in a pool of dragon blood.

"Blergh!" Duque vomited, then used the water elemental barrier to clean himself up. Under the super high standard of the System Elf's micro-manipulation, Duke quickly became clean and shiny. Unfortunately, the stench of dragon blood on his body was immediately despised by his lovers.

Sasha, who had a very sensitive nose, made an apologetic expression and retreated.

Ilusia silently activated her Ice Barrier, purifying the surrounding air.

Duque recovered slightly, then ran to Kane's side. He raised his hand, and a visible dark aura flew into the air from Kane's thigh and circled around Duque's hand. Duque squeezed his hand, and it disappeared.

Without any time to rest, Duque immediately switched to his Priest form.

At first, Duque was like a terrible Priest trainee. There wasn't a single trace of Holy Light on him. But gradually, the Holy Light in the air, or rather, the Holy Will that had killed Nefarian responded to Duque.

Duque's lost moral integrity began to return.

Twinkling like stars, they shone brilliantly.

The golden light on Duque's body accumulated more and more. In a few breaths, Duque's golden light had already surpassed the level of a regional bishop.

At this moment, Duque looked like a god!

He was bathed in Holy Light, and his face was filled with kindness and love.

His voice suddenly became magnetic and confident. "The Holy Light will not give up on any warrior who fights against evil."

With that, Duque opened his eyes. In his mind, the physiological knowledge he had learned in middle school, as well as the structure of the human body, were forced to appear in his mind by the System.

From the System's scan, Duke could 'see' the flow of blood in every vein as if he had X-ray vision.

In this era where there was no knowledge of anatomy, it was almost impossible to reattach a severed limb. Even the most powerful priest could only make the severely injured person place his or her leg against the severed limb to promote the proliferation of cells and speed up the regeneration of the flesh and blood. As for which blood vessel, whether the muscles and tendons were connected to the right place, only God knew.

Duque was different!

He condensed Ice with his bare hands, and created two perfect ice tweezers in the air. First, he pressed hard against Kane's leg bone and used Holy Light to stimulate the fusion of the bone and stimulate the growth of the bone marrow and nerves inside the leg bone.

Then, at a dazzling speed, Duke used forceps to press against every broken nerve and blood vessel, and then used rune threads that he created on the spot to reconnect the blood vessels. Basically, other than the capillaries that were not connected, the large arteries, veins, and slightly larger blood vessels were all connected.

Finally, the skin was stitched.

Finally, the skin was stitched.

Every stitch was stitched.

When everything was done, Kane shouted in surprise, "My ancestors, I can feel my calf now!"

Everyone was shocked to see that Kane's toes were starting to move.

"Don't move!" Duque shouted. Kane instantly froze like an obedient child.

"I … Am I not healed? Under the omnipotent Holy Light's treatment … "The old bull felt wronged, his two thick index fingers pointing at each other.

Duque carefully examined Kane's thigh. "It only looks healed. Many of the blood vessels inside might not be able to be reconnected. Some of the muscles and blood vessels might die. For the next two months, you are not allowed to go anywhere in Stormwind City. Otherwise, you will still be a one-legged bull. "

"Two months!?" Kane shouted in shock.

The attending doctor, Duque, had a stern look in his eyes. "It will take a hundred days for the tendons and bones to recover! I said two months because of your amazing regenerative ability. "

Suddenly, Duque realized that Grom was not there.

Before Duque could ask, Theon said, "Grom said he went to kill the traitor."

Uh, if he had not mentioned it, Duque would have forgotten that Lord Howl had risked his life to kill that idiot Rend Blackhand. Instead of being the Orc chief, he had become the black dragon's dog.

In any case, Nefarian had been killed, and the evil faction in the world had lost another flag.

After defeating the boss, how could he not loot the corpse?

Of course, Duque was not interested in the [Shadow Flame Staff] or the [Judgement] set. There was something better in this world. Although the best equipment was bound to the soul, it could still be taken away as long as the owner was not decided.

The hero team could not use it, but there were second-rate and third-rate people waiting for it.

The only surprise was that Duque had found something incredible in Nefarian's dimensional bag. It looked like an ordinary Greatsword of the Brotherhood, but the result of the system scan was [Reforged Ashkandi, Greatsword of the Brotherhood]!

Although the quality of this sword was still Epic, in the game, it was an exquisite item that could only be found in Level-85 dungeons!

It would not be an exaggeration to say that it was the best sword below Divine Weapons!

Good sword!

Unfortunately, no one wanted to use it here!

Everyone here who could use a two-handed greatsword basically had a Divine Weapon. There was no such thing as an outdated Divine Weapon in this world. As long as they had better materials, they could increase their damage by another level. That was why no one wanted it, so they simply left it to Duque to handle.

Duque casually put away the greatsword and looked at his palm. At this moment, three gloomy flames floated in the air less than five centimeters above his palm.

The Divinity of Fire and Wind and Thunder were collected earlier, and the new Divinity of Shadow was the spoils of war from killing Nefarian. Duque did not expect that he would have such a high affinity with the Shadow element.

Now, it was Duque's turn to be troubled.

In this world, even the Moon Goddess Elune, whom he was most familiar with, would not tell him how to become a God. That was because every Path to Godhood was unique.

But even a fool knew that the more types of divinity one obtained, the harder it would be to integrate them all.

Moreover, a God with Fire, Wind and Thunder, and Shadow … What kind of God was this?

Duke's head started to hurt.

Just as Duque was thinking, Grom, who was covered in blood, returned. The blood-stained [Bloodhowl] hung behind Lord Howl.

Even though he was a little old, even though his hair was a little white, even though one of his hands was broken, Lord Howl was still Lord Howl. The hideous head in his remaining right hand said it all.

Raising Rend Blackhand's head high, Lord Howl roared, "Lok-tar, ogar!"

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