The battle was fierce, but it didn't take much time, from the time Trina's fleet appeared to the time she announced her surrender, the battle lasted only half an hour. However, it took a long time to clean up the battlefield after the war, and for humanitarian reasons, Xiao Chen, after receiving six hostages including Trina, began to involve the crew of the Houyi and Xingtian in the treatment of the wounded, extinguishing the fire, and repairing the ship.

Since Xiao Chen had a large number of mages on his side, there were many people who could use healing techniques. The mages of the Spirit Tower, like Glade and Crete, also have some high-level healing spells. The wounded were healed much faster than other mages, but even so, many seriously injured Sea Clans died every moment.

Crete floated in the air, holding this white ball of light in his hand, and a trace of light gray energy gathered in the ball of light from all directions, and those energies came from the souls of the dead floating on the sea below, all of which were soul power that had not yet been dissipated. After being purified in Crete's hands, they will turn into pure white balls of light, and then fly towards the wounded below who are not yet dead.

The wounded who were originally wailing in pain would often suddenly quiet down after being dropped by these balls of light, and their pain would be quickly resolved, and the wounds would begin to stop bleeding and scab over. The ball of light in Crete's hand was like a constant healing machine, constantly repairing the bodies of these wounded.

"Crete, good job. It is not easy for the magic of soul redemption to cover such a large area in your hands, and you are already beyond my level in this regard.

Your human potential is truly remarkable. I originally thought that it might be Xiao Chen's earth visitors who had such talents, but it turned out that education was more important than talent. Glade staggered past Crete with the Gathering Roster in his hand. He did the opposite of Crete, he would extract the souls of those powerful people into the "Gathering Soul Register" during their dying moments, and turn them into ghost warriors among them. The Shark Clan's soul is rustic and robust, making it best used to craft Ghost Warriors, while the Merfolk Soul is a good material for crafting Ghost Mages.

"Teacher, you know. Among the spells of the Spirit Tower, I am more interested in the art of life than the art of death. The ball of soul in Crete's hand reached a certain limit, and could no longer hold more souls, he reached out and released the ball of light, and the ball of light flew towards a half-sunken ship, the deck of this ship was hit by two cannons, and on the ship and under the ship, there were many moaning Sea Clan warriors, the ball of light exploded above them, turning into a little rain of light, and these life energy merged into the bodies of the wounded.

There was a scale warrior who had been cut by shrapnel in his waist, and when he was stopped by the orb of light, he looked up at the source of the orb of light, propped himself up, took a few steps towards Crete, fell to his knees on the deck, and slammed his head down. In addition, several Sea Clan warriors, seeing this scene, also followed him to bow down to Crete flying above them.

"Do you enjoy the feeling of being appreciated?" asked Glade.

Crete was stunned for a moment, then nodded lightly and said, "The reason why people are human is because they generate and spread emotions. It seems to me that even the hatred of the living is much better than the silence of the dead. Not to mention the gratitude from the bottom of my heart, I will not hesitate to attack when I encounter an enemy, but I still like the feeling now. I love the feeling of giving hope to others, and I know what it's like to lose hope all of a sudden. When a person dies, he is nothing, and when he dies, there is nothing. At most, become something like the Ghost Warrior in your tome. But how can they be counted as themselves? The original existence has completely dissipated. ”

"As a book spirit who has neither life nor death. I can understand what you're saying, but I don't feel much of it. Glade Dao stroked the "Gathering Spirit Register" in his hand and said, "For me, death or life is just a state of existence. ”

"No, teacher, I think you're alive. Glade began to gather a second ball of light in his hand, "I think you would have accepted Jenny as my junior sister a few years ago, that is, the awakening of human emotions." Until now, you have your own friends, your own joys and sorrows. Maybe it's not too strong, but you'll learn more and more. ”

"You...... Why are you talking to me now?" asked Glade.

"Because today is an opportunity. I am here, and I am also very touched to see that the arrogance and blindness of the other party have caused such tragic consequences to themselves. And this is a great opportunity for you, Milda, and Twilight to be a book spirit. Maybe you should open your heart and feel the pain and hope of these people. Maybe that's the key you can take it a step further. ”

"Become more like a human?" Glade has practiced for many years, but his strength has always been stuck on the threshold of the Great Magician, but he has not been able to stabilize the realm of the Great Magician. Not only him, but other scholars. Only Xiao Dui's realm is slightly higher, barely reaching the level of a great magician. Glade has always believed that this is the limit of the book's own talent. But Crete disagrees.

"After all, magic is a force created by human beings, and you once taught me that in the age of the Seven Towers, a sage said that the purpose of human beings using magic is not to become gods, but to become more perfect people. Crete said.

"His Excellency Xiao Chen and Luo Ling have both said similar things to me, but I didn't expect to be taught by my own disciples one day. Glade smiled. His appearance has not changed over the years, and now he looks like Crete in his early twenties is a little older than him.

"Okay. Maybe you're right. Why don't you give it a try?" He put away the holy tome in his hand, reached out and grabbed it downward, and the fragments of his soul gathered in his hand, and a ball of soul light also began to appear in his hand. But instead of casting his magic in the air like Crete, he flew down and came to the side of a dying shark warrior.

He could tell at a glance that this was a good Ghost Warrior material, and that in the last minute he might have easily drained his soul.

But now he had pressed the healing light into his body.

Most of the Shark Clan's faces were fierce, but when this Shark warrior looked at him with big brass bell-like eyes, there was a mixture of thanks, fear, and pleading.

"What do you think now?" asked Glade.

The badly wounded Shark warrior was unable to answer, and Glade pressed his hand to his head, and he extracted some information.

At home on a small island, young children, elderly parents, all thoughts are about them, guilt and longing.

In just a minute or two, Gleese was immersed in the thoughts of the shark warrior, and unconsciously his eyes were red: "It turns out that fear and hope are such feelings, and this is what Crete means: now is the moment when their emotions are most intense, can even I perceive it?"