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Aura of Benevolence

The light pointer dissipated, signaling the end of sin.

Forseti looked around.

As soon as the Hive died, although Hydra remained loyal and continued following Hive's previous orders to attack the Supreme Sanctuary, their discipline gradually broke down. The formation scattered, and they fought amongst themselves, becoming inhumans who wandered everywhere like common robbers. In a blink of an eye, they were in disarray.

Forseti took out the last few Holy Light bombs and threw them into the enemy group.

"Boom boom boom!" With a few loud explosions, the Hydra's formation fell further into chaos, leading to internal stampedes and reducing the once fearsome force to a mob. Despite their breakdown in discipline, they remained absolutely loyal, willing to die rather than retreat, filled with martyr-like fanaticism. The battlefield echoed with the slogan "Long Live Hydra," and one inhuman after another charged at the Supreme Sanctuary with suicidal fervor.

Such a scene was shocking.

Forseti couldn't help thinking that today, fortunately, Hive was eliminated. If he had continued to develop with the fanatical loyalty of these inhuman, the consequences would have been disastrous.

He rushed into the Hydra team, wielding the sword of Rivendell like a meat grinder, slaughtering these aliens.

"Ah!" A scream came; Aristotle was shot through the chest by a bone spur and fell to the ground, seriously injured.

Forseti flew forward and quickly cleared the surrounding Inhumans before treating Aristotle.

Aristotle escaped danger, panting and looking at the battlefield: "It seems... Hydra is going to fight to the last person."

Forseti remained silent for a moment before returning to the battle, focusing on healing, with attacking as a secondary priority, reducing his own side's losses as much as possible.

But being a healer was definitely tiring, especially since he didn't have a group healing spell yet, forcing him to run around repeatedly on the battlefield to save people. Sometimes, when he was halfway through, the teammate he wanted to save was killed by the enemy, which annoyed him, prompting him to take out his frustration on the enemies he encountered.

The battle continued for about half an hour. Almost all of Hydra's tens of thousands of aliens died in battle alongside their leader. Only a few dozen aliens remained, not seriously injured and not too deformed. The Supreme Sanctuary chose not to kill them during the battlefield cleanup but captured them instead.

Thus, the first war in New York's history concerning the world's safety ended with a victory for the righteous side.

When the battle was over, Forseti cleaned up the blood on his body, returned to his room to rest, and opened the Sanctuary to check.

**[After saving the world, you can exchange for spells: Beacon of Holy Light, Aura of benevolence (choose one).]**

The Hive was undoubtedly a world-class threat, but likely due to its weak physical strength, the reward given by the Sanctuary was not high—two healing spells.

Forseti read the descriptions of the two spells again.

Beacon of Light was a special healing spell that needed to be used in conjunction with mass healing spells. Without a mass healing spell, it was meaningless to learn this one. Aura of benevolence was a group healing spell, so he didn't hesitate to choose Aura of Charity.

Aura of Charity was the first mass healing spell of the Sanctuary. It had three characteristics: large range, low consumption, and weak effect. These characteristics were not unexpected, given it was a spell with "aura" in its name.

Forseti then began to learn the Aura of benevolence.

A few days later.

In a room of the Third Supreme Sanctuary, an Inhuman was bound securely. Agamotto opened his right hand, and five tiny magic threads emerged from his fingertips, entering the Inhuman's mouth, nostrils, and ears.

Agamotto looked nervous, his five fingers swaying slightly, with the magic thread occasionally shining.

"Ah--"

An hour later, amidst the Inhuman's howls, a magic thread emerged from his ear. The thread's front end was twisted into a ball, glowing brightly as if entangled with something.

After the screams ended, the Inhuman's eyes became empty, as if he had lost the meaning of life, staring blankly ahead, speechless.

"The last parasite, successful," Agamotto exhaled, moving his fingers lightly and strangling the parasites wrapped around the thread.

After several days of Agamotto's efforts, all the parasites in the captured Inhumans were removed, freeing them from Hive's control. However, during this process, some Inhumans died on the spot due to mistakes in removal.

"What are you going to do with these Inhumans?" Forseti asked.

"Let's put them under house arrest in the Holy Sanctuary first and see if they can return to normal," Agamotto said. "At the same time, I'll try to eliminate their deformities and make them as normal human beings as possible."

Forseti nodded.

Almost all of the Inhumans had been killed in the recent war. The remaining Inhumans on Earth were estimated to number only one or two hundred, and most were controlled in the Supreme Sanctuary. The problem of Inhumans was over.

A mage took away the Inhumans who had just had their parasites removed and sent them to a spacious room guarded by several other Inhumans who had also been freed from parasites.

However, these Inhumans all had the same expression, paralyzed on the ground, indifferent to everything in the outside world. One even forgot his own physiological needs and excreted on the spot, like a vegetative person. The mage in charge of guarding this place wore an ugly expression.

Several Inhumans lay paralyzed. After a long time until late at night, someone said, "Do you think... Hive is dead?"

The other Inhumans were silent for a long time before someone replied, "There shouldn't be any; Hydra is immortal."

"Oh, that feeling is really nostalgic," an Inhuman sighed.

The guarding mage snorted, "Nostalgic? Do you know what Hydra has done?"

"Of course we know; we were even one of them... Mage, have you heard of a plant called 'poppy'?" an Inhuman asked.

"Poppy?"

"Poppy damages the body; it's a chronic poison. Everyone knows the consequences of smoking it, but everyone who has smoked it will miss that feeling."

The mage was silent.

"Hydra..." The Inhumans murmured the name for a moment and gradually fell asleep.

...

People were busy with the restoration of the Holy Sanctuary, but fortunately, the presence of Shilut made the work effortless.

It didn't take long for the sanctuary to be basically repaired, with only a few mages and craftsmen remaining, doing the final work.

At this moment, in a certain room, Cagliostro had dark circles under his eyes and was engrossed in reading several ancient magic books larger than his face.

A wooden box was placed beside his hand, with a piece of black meat quietly lying inside.