At that time, Swell, who was only level 10, would use up all his divine power if he overstepped the level and cast this divine magic as high as level 12, not to mention other clerics who were no more than level seven.

Every time Swell casts "Holy Light Redemption", he needs to use a secret method of overdrawing his life force, "Prayer", to quickly restore his divine power so that he can continue to use Holy Light Redemption in the next disaster area.

However, Swell's divine power recovery is getting slower and slower, far from catching up with the rescue speed of others, making the rescue operation gradually disjointed, often the rescue force led by Trevier has reached the next disaster area, but Swell is still recovering the divine power in the previous disaster area.

Trevile's concern was that Swell, in his prime, was rapidly aging at a rate visible to the naked eye as he alternated the use of the Light for Salvation and Prayer. In just ten days, wrinkles have crawled all over his forehead and cheeks, and his black hair has become like snow.

Trevile, fearing that Swell would die of overdrawn vitality before the relief efforts were completed, advised Swell to stop the venture more than once, but Swell sternly refused. In desperation, Trevil could only do as much as he could, silently shouldering the burden of directing the rescue on the front line, and also took charge of the work of channeling the psychology of the disaster relief personnel and victims, hoping to minimize the burden on Swell.

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After calming Athos, who had a sudden psychological breakdown, Trevel frowned as the dying victims were dug out of the rubble, looking at the cloudy sky with concern, praying that it would not snow, otherwise the casualties would rise a lot.

Treville also knew that this wish was unlikely to come true, and now was the season of wind and snow, and the snow had already covered the land at this time of the year, and this year although the climate had changed somewhat due to the cataclysm, it was only a matter of time before the snow fell.

"Atos, get back to the front lines, your comrades need your help!" Treville almost exhausted the last of his divine powers, adding an encouragement to Atos, rekindling his fighting spirit, hoping that the young man would bring confidence to others and make them hold on a little longer.

Trevier's responsibilities were limited by his need to rule the whole situation, and this was the only way to encourage Athos and all the other clergy to persevere.

"Don't worry, Lord Trevier!" said Athos, slamming his fist on his chest, and ran into the depths of the disaster area, the young paladin ready to use his actions to atone for the sins he had just spoken.

Looking at the back of Athos's rekindled fighting spirit, Trevel shook his head, leaving behind the distractions in his heart, he knew that this was just an expedient measure, unless a new rescue team joined, it would be possible to completely dispel the gloom in the hearts of the rescuers.

At this moment, another strong aftershock struck, and the whole earth began to tremble, and the cries for help suddenly became a little louder. Under the horrified gaze of everyone, the mountain range not far away rose dozens of meters at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the falling rocks rolled down from mid-air like raindrops.

Under the violent shaking caused by the aftershock, no one could still maintain a standing posture, Rao is Treville is already a ninth-level paladin, and under the power of nature, he can only half-squat down, barely maintaining the balance of his body.

The paladins mixed with the rescue team could only crawl on the ground like the victims, barely resisting the falling rocks from the sky, but for these exhausted young men, it was obviously an impossible task to intercept all the falling rocks.

"Oops, it's not just the victims who go on like this, I'm afraid even the safety of the rescuers can't be guaranteed!" Trever watched as many rocks fell through the crowd and injured many unlucky people who couldn't dodge. The only thing to be thankful for is that under the desperate protection of the paladins, although the number of wounded has increased a lot, none of them have suffered fatal injuries.

Trevel felt extremely regretful at this point, and he used the last shred of divine power to inspire Athos, so that when he faced the strong aftershocks again, he had no power to deal with them.

Trevier set his eager eyes back on where Swell might be in the southwest, and now he had to pin his hopes on Swell. Trevel silently calculated, and couldn't help but feel a little desperate in his heart, at this time, it had been almost two days since Swell last used the Holy Light Redemption, and according to the declining recovery speed, Swell had only recovered half of his divine power at most at this time, and it was very likely that he had not left for here yet.

At this time, the aftershocks tended to intensify, and the aftershocks, which usually lasted less than a minute at most, have not stopped for five minutes.

With the help of the aftershocks, the nearby mountains began to rise at a speed visible to the naked eye, and more and larger rockfalls fell from the mountains like rain, seriously threatening the lives of everyone on the ruins.

"I really can't imagine that most of the elite of the Holy See branch will be lost here!" Treville sighed secretly. In the face of a huge natural disaster, the power of an individual is so small, almost everyone has lost confidence in the face of this power that seems to destroy the world, even Athos, who has just received inspiration.

At this moment, a wave of divine energy came from the southwest, and a large ball of divine power approached here at an unparalleled speed, turning into a huge divine cloud, enveloping the area, like a big hand supporting the falling rocks.

"Lord Swell! Lord Swell has finally arrived in time!" Athos shouted excitedly as he felt the familiar aura coming from the divine cloud.

Athos's shouts inspired the already desperate people, who shouted praises to the Lord of Light and thanked him for giving them hope in the most difficult of times.

Trevile, however, was not as optimistic as Athos, he sensed an aura of the end of a powerful crossbow in the sacred cloud, and he immediately realized that although Swell had helped in time, it would not last long.

Sure enough, under the impact of the falling rocks, the sacred clouds quickly became thinner, and the falling rocks broke free from the clouds and continued to fall, but fortunately, after the buffer of the sacred clouds, the power of these falling rocks has been greatly reduced, and the paladins who don't know the details for the time being can barely cope with it.

Trevile, who had already sensed the crisis, was anxious, he knew that once Swell's divine power was exhausted, the sacred cloud would be immediately torn to pieces by the falling rocks, and then all the people on this ruin would be stoned to death by the falling rocks that had accumulated in the clouds!

Just when Trevil felt desperate, a powerful and incomparable divine power rose to the sky not far from the southwest, merging with Swell's divine power, causing the divine cloud to grow rapidly, steadily blocking all the falling rocks.

Trevier was surprised and delighted when he saw this, it seemed that the Holy See's reinforcements had arrived!

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