Super Righteous Player
Chapter 743 - 284 Aberration_1

Chapter 743: Chapter 284 Aberration_1

Because Earl Yury had no "wounds."

The Divine Art "Eternal Youth," which required close contact with a wound to use, was obviously infeasible. However, this was originally equivalent to a Divine Art on the "Healing Spell" level, and belonged to the lower-tier skills that the Healing Profession wouldn’t use anymore after the early stages, unless they truly ran out of mana.

Annan was still using this Divine Art simply because he would never play the role of a healer—Considering Earl Yury flying in the sky, Annan immediately flipped through Silver Baron’s Divine Art list and exchanged five Holy Light Sigils for the most aggressive healing Divine Art that seemed useful early on, "Greater Healing."

Like "Eternal Youth," it also required at least one silver coin as a medium. It could launch a healing light beam at a person or a piece of silverware. If it targeted a piece of silverware, that silverware could temporarily store the healing use, with the storage limit depending on the value of the silverware (how many silver coins it’s worth).

If it targeted a person... then the recipient would immediately receive a certain level of healing when bathed in the light, and after that, their natural healing ability would greatly enhance for a period...

Simply put, this was a long-distance, HOT-including, single-target healing Divine Art.

This Divine Art’s instant repair ability for limbs and external injuries wasn’t even as good as "Eternal Youth." But the good point was that it’s long-range, and it came with a HOT... If you included the cumulative healing of the HOT, it could restore health to more than double that of Eternal Youth.

Annan was familiar with this Divine Art... and it was all because of that player known as "Monster Teacher." He managed to change his profession to that of a healing tank and became the only player proficient with shields among the current player base.

Since he had to stand at the forefront, it was impossible for him to run back to heal others or ask severely injured teammates to come forward to receive healing—they might die on the front lines. Therefore, his manner of healing became "Greater Healing" and "Radiance of Silver Light"... The former was a long-range beam HOT, while the latter was a large-area healing aura.

But according to the players’ constant chatter on the forums, the HOT effect of "Greater Healing"... was very itchy.

Because it wasn’t about "increasing vitality, healing wounds" like Eternal Youth, but "accelerating bodily healing." When healing wounds and internal organs, it would become incredibly itchy... It was the kind of itch where you could even distinctly feel your organs squirming.

Just as Mr. Radiance’s "Purification" Divine Art could directly purify a person into nothingness when used at high power...

The healing Divine Arts of Silver Baron were naturally not harmless either.

His Divine Arts could be amplified by the "Tyrant," indicating that there had to be harmful components to the body within these Divine Arts. This might be why Silver Baron’s priests advised people not to overuse Divine Arts for healing.

After all, every medicine has its side effects...

...It should be noted that Silver Baron is the deity of the "Trade" domain.

You might make a huge profit, but he’d never lose out.

The reason they hadn’t discovered this might be because Divine Arts of Silver Baron cost money... No one would spend a bunch of silver coins on someone whose health bar was already full to force heal them.

But when Annan healed Four of a Kind previously, he had managed to fill his health with a single breath—yet Four of a Kind’s bones were creaking. They were twisting at a visibly rapid pace, flesh writhing like snakes, and the newly grown skin was so sensitive that he couldn’t even grip a weapon properly.

...So, what would happen if he received "Greater Healing," an even stronger healing spell than "Eternal Youth"?

Earl Yury provided Annan with the answer in the end.

Bathed in the silver glow formed by Silver Baron’s healing Divine Art, he gave out a noticeable grunt and his expression turned extremely painful.

His body noticeably bloated. His muscles swelled, his skin turned red, quickly darkening to a purple-red hue, his bones creaked, and the veins on his head and arms bulged.

His heart throbbed violently, pulling at all the blood vessels in his body—The high-density plasma caused his blood pressure to soar. The blood gushed to his brain under high pressure, slowing down and stalling his thought process.

In the span of three or four breaths, the tips of his fingers and his face had turned purplish-black. Blood began to flow from the corners of his eyes and ears. His breathing became abnormally rapid, and as he inhaled vast amounts of cursed energy gas, his pupils gradually dilated...

"Ugh—!"

With a grunt, his eyeballs flew out—yet new eyes were regenerated in the blink of an eye.

While his thought process was disrupted and he struggled to create.

Jacob, the "Hole Opener," who escaped like a dog, embarrassingly unharmed, also witnessed this scene.

"I have some! I have it too!"

He almost screamed as he ran up to Annan, taking off all the silver coins and silver jewelry on him and threw them down in front of Annan.

"You’re really something..."

Annan chuckled lightly and reactivated his Divine Arts, pointing at the silver coins on the ground.

They transformed into beams of light—

Once again targeting Earl Yury.

Annan’s Saint of Silver Baron brand marks had already exceeded four hundred—his Divine Arts’ intensity was approximately equivalent to that of a Cardinal of the Silver Baron.

The silver coins activated by Annan, now numbering over fifty, were amplified by the "Tyrant" and equated to the healing power of a hundred and fifty silver coins hammering down on Earl Yury.

—When Twisted was chopped in the arm and lost more than a third of his health bar, Annan tossed out four silver coins, which instantly regenerated his bones, flesh, nerves, and skin, with a third of the healing power still overflowing.

It roughly needed three or four silver coins to repair and heal a severed arm up to the elbow, stop the bleeding, and alleviate the pain, while nine or ten could instantaneously restore an entire lost limb...

So, what could a hundred and fifty coins achieve?

It was akin to the "nutrition" needed to instantaneously grow fifteen arms—a potent poison for a healthy person, without a doubt.

Earl Yury’s shoulders suddenly burst open—his blood spraying out like from a high-pressure pump, splattering over five meters away. His flesh healed in an instant... yet under the immense pressure inside his body, the newly healed flesh was forcibly pushed out by his muscles, raising a lump on each shoulder.

His back also began to rupture, flesh surging forth.

Then, it was his left abdomen.

The exploded liver immediately regenerated—or rather, every part did. His abdominal cavity was being stretched by the rapidly proliferating organs, bulging as if he were pregnant.

He began to absorb a substantial amount of curse energy into his body, which, under his intense desire to "heal me", suddenly began to work.

A tremendous amount of vitality started being used—his entire skeleton grew rapidly, his teeth became long and sharp at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his hands turned claw-like. His pupils strengthened and were covered by a hard film. His entire form became hunched as his spine thickened and lengthened... A tail grew out from his coccyx.

His skin, filled with bumps like a toad’s, was his lymph modified by the power of curse energy under his will. His skin turned cyanotic black, growing unusually tough.

His ability to think was gradually eaten away by the pain... The curse energy device on his back gradually fell off as his body became deformed.

...No, it won’t do.

I need to fly... falling down would kill me...

In his hypertension-addled brain, Earl Yury’s creativity became Twisted.As such a thought vaguely formed in his mind, his back suddenly swelled—a mass of bloody wings struggled to unfold from his waist.

"No, not enough—"

Yury thought so, and another pair of wings unfurled from his shoulders.

As the curse energy device was displaced by the emerging wings and fell off.

"This is..."

Annan, looking up, suddenly widened his eyes.

Completely beyond Annan’s expectations, what appeared before his eyes—

Were vertical pupils turned dark gold from overdosing on curse energy, cyanotic black skin covered with scales, two pairs of flesh wings, sharp fangs and claws, a bent waist, and a fierce, pointed tail.

It wasn’t the fallen Earl Yury before them... he had suddenly transformed into a real demon.