In the Kara Mountains, reinforcements have been in a stalemate with the rebels for almost a month, casting a cloud over the already clear situation.

Not long ago, the two sides had experienced a major battle, and the rebels' frontline troops were crushed by the volley of muskets of the new legions, and Celita led the town cavalry to charge the rebel camp, only to be met by William, who rushed to help.

No one expected that the leader of the rebels would also be a chosen one.

And he is also known as the "God of War", the chosen one hand-picked by Verus, the god of terror and killing.

The conditions for becoming the Chosen One are extremely harsh, not all mortals can withstand the favor of the gods, and the master-level strength is just the threshold. Before Cilita became the Chosen One, her strength was only a high-level knight, and although she survived the baptism of light because of the bloodline of the Gondal family, she was unable to control the powerful power she suddenly obtained.

Compared to William, who has been through a hundred battles, she is just a little girl who has experienced several battles.

Armed with a black greatsword, William and his black-armored guards fought with Celita, who was wielding the sword of Gondar.

The two sides fought back and forth for hundreds of rounds, and finally ended up in a lose-lose situation, and finally retreated. During the battle, Sirita was slashed in the abdomen by William's black greatsword, and although William's right eye was blinded by the afterglow of the Holy Light, it seems that her injuries are more serious.

The jet-black sword seemed to carry some kind of curse, preventing the wound from healing.

After returning from the battlefield, Celita continued to have a high fever and was in a coma in bed, with no signs of healing from the wound in her abdomen. If others were injured like this, they would die in less than a day, and only the Chosen One, blessed by the father Julian, would be able to survive until now with their tenacious vitality.

With Cilita unconscious, the position of chief general could only be temporarily filled by her adjutant Derrank, and even though the experienced general tried to stabilize the soldiers' moods, the morale of the reinforcements fell uncontrollably to the bottom as news of Cilita's wound spread.

Inside the tent, Reinhardt stared at the map on the table with a frown.

In the current state of the reinforcements, it was impossible to launch an offensive against the rebels, but with each day of delay, the situation deteriorated. It's not just Celita's injuries, the rebel commander is directing the burly ogres to carry boulders to build fortifications.

At this moment, the curtain of the tent was lifted, and an old man dressed in a priest's robe walked in.

Seeing this old man, a look of respect appeared in Reinhardt's eyes, and he quickly stood up.

The Knights Templar were the eagle dogs of the holy city of Romania, the whip of the Father Julian. As the head of the Templar Order, the only person worthy of his respect is the bishop of the Cardinals, except for His Majesty the Pope.

The one standing in front of him was one of the bishops of the College of Cardinals, and at the same time his godfather and life mentor, Bishop Clement.

"Master Clement."

"I've done my best," Clement sighed softly.

Hearing this, Reinhardt's expression darkened.

If even the Holy Healing Technique performed by the Bishop of the Cardinal could not heal Cilita's injuries, then she was probably hopeless.

"Whether it's holy water or holy healing...... Or maybe the elven eaux-de-vie were of no use to the curse that wrapped around her wounds. If I'm not mistaken, the black greatsword in that man's hand should be the 'Sword of Slaughter'. Clement said with a solemn expression.

"Sword of Slaughter? Are you sure it's true? Reinhardt asked earnestly.

Clement nodded.

Seeing this, a trace of solemnity appeared in Reinhardt's eyes.

No devout believer will be a stranger to that dark history.

At the end of the Covenant Age, on the battlefield of the final battle, the paladin, who had been baptized on the Holy Mountain and led the followers to drive the minions of Chaos to the Far North Wasteland, died under the sword of the 'Sword of Slaughter'.

A single blow from the jet-black sword will grant a permanent curse, and even the power of the light will not heal the wound.

After the Chaos invasion was repulsed, the Human Emperor threw the evil sword, stained with the blood of countless heroes, into the volcano of the Far North Wasteland. If there were no problems with this history, this evil sword should have disappeared, but I didn't expect it to appear in this world again.

Reinhardt's fists clenched.

Just then, footsteps were heard outside the tent.

Looking at the herald at the door, Reinhardt restrained the solemnity on his face and spoke expressionlessly.

"What's the matter?"

"The chief wizard of the Rick Kingdom asks to be seen."

Reinhardt jerked up from his chair and said with a beaming face.

"Take me to him!"

The herald was slightly stunned, and hurriedly bowed his head.

"Master Wizard asked me to bring you a message, he will naturally come to you later, now he has to go and see Lord Cilita's injuries first."

Looking at the unconcealed joy on Reinhardt's face, Clement sighed slowly.

Wizards?

In the era of the Covenant, there were not a few wild wizards on the side of the three-clan alliance, and there were many powerful three-star wizards, but the final outcome did not change. After all, this is a curse from the gods, how can the power of mortals resist it?

To be honest, after confirming that the jet-black greatsword that slashed Cilita was the Sword of Slaughter, Clement didn't have any hope that Jiang Feng would be able to heal Cilita's injuries.

……

In a secluded place in the corner of the barracks, Jiang Feng saw Silita's camp tent.

When he lifted the curtain and walked into the tent, several female servants had just finished changing the bandages on Cilita's abdomen and helping her to lie down again in a coma.

Jiang Feng glanced at Cilita who was lying on the hospital bed, and saw that the fair and pretty face had turned miserable white at the moment due to severe blood loss. Even with the vitality of the Chosen One, it is not easy to survive until now.

Noticing this uninvited guest, the older maid frowned slightly, and stepped forward to ask, "Miss Cilita needs to rest, may I ask if you are ......?"

"My name is Jiang Feng."

The maid hurriedly bowed her head and saluted, and said tremblingly.

"I'm sorry, my lord, but I ......"

"Go and help me get a basin of hot water," Jiang Feng said directly without listening to what the maid said, "and clean bandages." ”

"Yes, sir." The maid nodded resignedly, and quickly turned away.

Walking to Cilita's bedside, Jiang Feng reached out and touched her forehead, and quickly withdrew his hand.

It's hot!

It's like a stove.

Looking at Cilita, whose face was pale, Jiang Feng's brows furrowed slightly.

The injuries on her body were much more serious than he had imagined.

"The aura of the curse was wrapped around her, and it was strong." Makalu frowned.

"Do you understand this curse?" Jiang Feng looked at Makalu and asked.

"I don't know very well, but I've only seen it in my mentor's books," Makarou looked indifferent as if he were looking at a corpse at Celita's forehead, "Judging by the black gas wrapped around her wounds, the sword that slashed her should have melted the fangs of the Mandela snake." ”

"Is there any cure?" Jiang Feng continued to ask.

"Give it up," Makalu shook his head, "Mandela Snake's venom has transcended the realm of toxins and reached the realm of curses, which even lava in thousands of degrees of heat cannot destroy it. Only by finding the fangs of the poisonous snake that had bitten her and grinding them into powder and sprinkling them on the wound could the toxin be relieved. ”

This was obviously impossible, the fangs had merged with the black greatsword.

"Really?" Nodding thoughtfully, Jiang Feng looked at Cilita, paused for a moment, and continued, "But it's impossible to give up like this, I'm still going to give it a try." ”

"What are you going to do?" Makalu looked at Jiang Feng with a slightly surprised expression.

"Witchcraft can solve many problems, but not all problems have to be solved by witchcraft," looking at Cilita, Jiang Feng ordered in his heart, "Brain, activate the whole body scan." ”