Chapter 1189
Only Stell, who isn’t far away, could have done this. It must have been those two—damn it, these idiots really dared to attack their own allies.
Old grudges have spilled into the Sacred Mountain, and it’s happening while we’re facing a massive demon lord assault. These fools, they really deserve to die.
But now, almost half an hour has passed. Matthew Merlin fell into that broken, temporary demi-plane, and with its collapse and destruction, he’s surely perished.
Besides, the time reversal effect here is terrible; there’s no way to be one hundred percent certain. If we punish Bilbo and Stell now, that idiot Kros definitely won’t agree…
"Kros, betraying allies in battle is a crime even the Holy Light can’t forgive. Bilbo and Stell must be punished.
Otherwise, for the rest of our journey, none of us can be sure if our allies will stab us in the back at a crucial moment. If we can’t unite, our entire plan is doomed to fail."
Crompton hadn’t finished speaking before Kros interrupted him with a cold laugh.
"Crompton, this isn’t your Holy Light World. We’re facing a terrifyingly strong enemy. For the sake of a corpse, for a reason you can’t even be sure of, you want to take out two Sky Rank powerhouses?
Damn it, is your brain broken? Dead is dead—it’s fate. We have to move forward now.
Damn it, who knows if that foolish human mage just got himself killed by accident, and now wants to drag his allies down with him?
Kros crossed his arms, sneering continuously. Beside him, the badly wounded Bilbo kept silent, his face grim as he slowly applied a special potion over his body. The cracked skin gradually began to heal.
Next to him, Stell, whose arm had been torn off, finally managed to stop the bleeding from his shoulder, but the shredded limb couldn't be restored for now.
An eighth-level spell like Limb Regeneration can only restore the limbs of beings below Sky Rank, allowing humanoids to regrow lost arms or legs.
And even then, the newly grown limb requires a long period of adjustment before it returns to its original strength—especially for swordsmen, who need at least half a year to a year for the limb to barely recover its former function.
For someone like Stell, a Sky Rank powerhouse, an eighth-level spell is useless. Even if the arm regrows, it’s as fragile as paper and can’t regain its former strength.
Only a ninth-level transcendent spell, combined with rare and special materials as casting ingredients, could allow his arm to properly regenerate.
But right now, Crompton doesn’t have any suitable rare materials to use for Stell’s regeneration.
Bilbo kept his face cold and silent. As an assassin mage from the Shadow Tower, he was used to showing no emotion and striking with deadly force at the critical moment.
Beside him, Stell gritted his teeth, a cold and smug smile spreading across his face.