Chapter 287 Rescued

"Who is it?" Arlin shouted. Hearing this sudden sound, Arlin's eyelids jumped. Now that he was about to succeed, he didn't want anyone to hinder him.

The knights looked around warily, but found nothing unusual. Just as they were about to attack again, a figure appeared at the door of the tent.

"What kind of person!" Seeing Ling Hao appearing at the door of the tent, Arlin shouted harshly.

To Arlin's question, Ling Hao seemed to unconsciously walk to the bright saint. A group of bright knights in the way seemed to have been pushed away by an invisible big hand. Just now, a few miles away, Ling Hao has found the situation here. Seeing that the situation is critical, it must be too late to rescue when he arrives. He made a sound first, confused the other party first, and then accelerated to the rescue, and finally caught up before the other party reacted.

Ling Hao walked all the way to the saint of light, and Ronald and others who stood in front of her struggled to raise their weapons to stop Ling Hao from approaching. Ling Hao casually set them in place and did not move, and then threw a few recovery magic on them.

"Sir, how are you?" Ling Hao came to the saint of light and saw that her face was pale, and the situation looked extremely bad.

Vice President Ling? Why did you come here?" The bright saint opened her eyes and saw that it was the vice president who left a deep impression on her in this year's four college competition.

"It's just on the way. I happen to see someone who is unfavorable to you, so naturally you have to take care of it." Ling Hao's words immediately made the saint's guards breathe a sigh of relief. The strength of the vice president of Ling can be seen by all. With him to protect the saint, it is foolproof.

"Who the hell are you? How dare you interfere in the internal affairs of our Holy See?" When Yaerlin saw that only Ling Hao appeared, he was very sure that he did not immediately find Ling Hao's identity. In his imagination, Ling Hao was the only one who couldn't make any big waves. With great courage, he asked harshly.

"I haven't seen you for a few months. Why are you getting old like this?" Ling Hao turned a blind eye to Yarlin, who was shouting behind him. Looking at the bright saint in front of him, who had been at least ten years old, he couldn't help frowning.

"The duty of the Bright Saint is to save lives and heal the wounded. For this reason, we are willing to pay the price of our lives." Although the bright saint was very weak, she replied with an extremely pious attitude.

"If you interfere in the affairs of the Holy See, aren't you afraid of the anger of the tens of millions of believers in the Holy See?" The conversation between Ling Hao and the saint of light angered Arlin. He pointed to Ling Hao's back and roared.

"The anger of tens of millions of believers? I'd like to see who bears the anger of the believers after the matter is exposed. Ling Hao turned around and looked at Arlin's clown-like performance and asked disdainfully.

Ling Hao's rhetorical question immediately stopped Arlin. The order she executed this time was to deal with the saint of light. Her prestige on the magical continent was definitely not comparable to that of the archbishop of light. After the exposure, he didn't know what would happen to Archbishop Guangming, but he would definitely die ugly.

"Fight for me!" Ling Hao shouted coldly when he found that the people of the Dark Holy See wanted to leave quietly.

Patlem discovered his identity as soon as Ling Hao appeared. As a powerful supporter of the dark archbishop, Patlem naturally knew something about the people around the dark saint. After summarizing the strength of Ling Hao's strength from all parties, the dark archbishop came to the conclusion that this person's strength is unfathomable, and he will run as far as far as he meets.

He greeted his subordinates. As soon as he wanted to retreat quietly, he was stopped by Ling Hao. The group stood at the door of the tent and did not dare to move, for fear of angering Ling Hao.

"Mr. Patlem, who is he and why are you so afraid of him?" Arlin asked Bertlem in a low voice. Originally, he thought that Ling Hao was a good person who passed by, but Bertlame's performance made his heart tight.

"Don't you know who he is?" Patlem smiled bitterly and said that if he had known that he would meet this evil star, he would not have taken over the task.

"Is he?" Arlin couldn't figure out who could make Patlem so scared.

"Didn't you hear what the bright saint called him?" Bertlem said angrily.

Vice President Ling? Ling Hao from Dishui College!" Arlin finally remembered that it seemed that Ling Hao was the only one who was called the vice president of Ling in the whole continent.

"Who else is there besides him?" Bertlame sighed, and now his lives are all in each other's mind.

The two of them whispered here, and Ling Hao and the Holy Lady of Light were also talking.

"What are you going to do with these people?" Ling Hao glanced at Arlin and Bertlem and their subordinates, and their fate was waiting for the bright saint to decide.

"Let them go. They are just under orders." Sure enough, as Ling Hao expected, the Bright Saint didn't hesitate for a moment and directly decided to let them go.

"Your Highness! No way!" Ronald quickly stopped the Saint of Light and said, "They want to kill you. You can't let them go easily!"

Ronald still has a layer of meaning in his heart. After sacrificing so many brothers, he can't wait to peel them and cramp them. How can he watch them leave?

"Roman Ronald, I know your hatred. But there are too many lives that have disappeared today. I don't want to see anyone give their lives for it again. The saint of light said calmly.

"But, Your Highness..." Ronald wanted to say something more, but was stopped by the Holy Lady of Light.

"I have made up my mind, Vice President Ling, you just let them go." The bright saint said.

"Did you hear me? Why don't you get out of here?" Ling Hao didn't look back and said coldly.

When Arlin and Bertlem heard the pardon, they quickly fled here with the remnants of their subordinates without looking back.

"Your Highness, you really shouldn't let them leave, alas!" Seeing Arlin's hurried escape, Ronald sighed deeply. He did not feel sorry that he could not avenge his brothers, but because of this, the Holy Lady of Light left a hidden danger for her own safety. After Arlin fled back, the Archbishop of Light would not easily give up harming her, and would definitely send someone to come. In this battle, nearly half of the saint's guards died in the battle, and almost everyone else was seriously injured. How can they resist the attack?

"After all, they are also believers in the God of Light. Let them go and believe that they will repent under the call of God of Light." The saint of light still has a calm expression.

"It's strange that they will understand." Ling Hao said secretly in his heart. The compassionate spirit of the saint of light and willing to sacrifice for the people is worthy of his respect, but this belief that human nature is good and the simplicity of blindly believing in the god of light makes him shake his head.

"Let me help you treat it." The current situation of the bright saint made Ling Hao secretly worry about her. According to her current situation, it will take less than a year to exhaust her life and die.

"Help her up and sit up. You protect the law for me. Don't let anyone disturb you." Ling Hao said to Ronald.

Before the saint of light refused, Ling Hao asked several guards to help her up and sit down. He sat down cross-legged behind her and put his palms against her vest. A strong internal force transmitted from his hands to her body to help her sort out the scattered inner breath.

Seeing that the bright saint's face gradually turned blood, and the frowning eyebrows also unfolded, Ronald and others finally breathed a sigh of relief. All the magic on the fantasy continent is, without exception, to treat trauma, and for the trauma in the body, in addition to recuperating with drugs, you can only wait for it to heal naturally, and the process is naturally long. Like Ling Hao, who can treat internal injuries with internal force, they are unheard of, and they are more and more in awe of Ling Hao.

"Okay." After an hour of treatment, Ling Hao withdrew his palms and adjusted his breath by himself.

"Your Highness." Seeing that the Holy Lady of Light opened her eyes and was about to stand up, Ronald hurried forward to help her.

The saint of light shook her head gently, pushed Ronald's outstretched hand away, and stood up steadily. Her complexion has completely recovered, and she looks even more energetic than before when she treated the people with forbidden spells in the kamiga Chiman Kingdom. All this is due to Ling Hao, who not only sorted out the messy internal information in her body, but also left a small part of the internal force in her body. Although he could not stop her from continuing to age, he could keep her health from getting too bad.

"Here you are." When Ling Hao opened his eyes, Han Yue and the others had arrived and were sitting around him.

"We just arrived not long ago, and it took a lot of effort to deal with those little guys." Han Yue said. The people in charge of the Dark Holy See who intercepted them were very cautious. After sensing that several companions were restrained, they immediately turned into a stealth state. If it hadn't been for the breath tracking method taught by Ling Hao to Han Yue and others, it would not have been so easy to capture those people.

"Where are they?" Looking around, there was no saint of light and his guards in the tent.

"They are having a ceremony for the dead guards outside and preparing to cremate them." Han Yue said that seeing the guards who fought desperately to protect the bright saint, Han Yue couldn't help but think of her guards in those years. In order to protect her, she also fought until the last person fell down without taking a step back.

"Let's go out and have a look." For those guards, Ling Hao's heart is full of admiration.

They walked out of the tent door and only saw that all the surviving guards were busy with the cremation ceremony of the war dead. The seriously injured were cleaning up the bodies of their companions, and some of the lighter injuries and able to move carried the bodies of their companions to a wooden platform temporarily built. The wooden platform has placed the bodies of dozens of guards flat.

"Come on! He is still alive!" A seriously injured man who was cleaning up saw his companion in front of him suddenly move. After careful observation, he did find that his companion still had a weak breath. He couldn't help shouting excitedly.

Hearing his cry, everyone left their hands and surrounded them.