Chapter 2150: Back In Pyramid

‘Good!’

I said about ten seconds later after the energy of the runes had covered the Grandmaster whole. The formation is now stopping the curse on acting on cells it had already covered, making it believe that it is targeted the wrong thing.

While the formation was able to do that, it was not able to make it believe in retreating. This means the curse would not leave already covered cells of General, and he would have to continue to provide the energy to the formation till I find a way to make the curse retreat or destroy.

This would be harder than one thinks, as there are several fail-safes in the curse, and they could do a lot of damages to General if I rubbed them in the wrong way.

“General, you will have to continue to provide the energy to the formation, and the curse will not do anything to you,” I said simply, not having much energy to say any more words.

The General did not reply for a whole minute before he looked at me with a look which I could not properly describe.

“You are him, aren’t you? Micheal Zaar, the Grandmaster of healing?” He asked. I did not say anything, but I did not deny it either.

The General continued to look at me for several seconds before he shook his head. “It seemed like you have paid quite a price defending against the Grandmaster and then healing me.” 

“I should quickly take you to the Pyramid to heal. If something happens to you, the council will make my life hell,” He said, and the dome covering us disappeared, and what we saw on the battlefield has surprised both of us.

There are vines everywhere consuming and killing the Grimm Monsters. I was surprised, not by vines but by the fact, seeing low-level vines that came from crystal roses created from unranked grade Tyrants.

Till now, the Pyramid had not used those on the battlefield; most of the crystal roses they have used before are made from the Elites and above powerhouses.

The Pyramid seemed to have given them to their secrete agents among the common powerhouses, and they are perfect for such a battlefield, where there is no high-level powerhouse that has the power to destroy their vines.

There are twelve vines from what I could sense, and all the top powerhouses, from leaders to Masters, have circled the Grimm Monsters and formed the cage with their power, and in this cage, the Grimm Monsters are trapped which are being consumed by twelve vines.

For a moment, I even felt pity for the Grimm Monsters; they are trapped and trying to break away from the cage that is trapping them, only to realize how futile their attempts are while cursing the leaders that have abandoned them.

I was only able to watch the battle for a couple of seconds before I lost consciousness; the last thing I remember before was General is taking me toward the fort.

I don’t know how long I remained unconscious, but when I woke up, I found myself in a med-bed alone, a room which is covered in dense formation which had hundreds of resources with their center being me.

I am quite fine, though far from being recovered, I will be able to walk without stumbling, which is good.

Now that I am conscious, I could focus more on recovering but seeing the state of my body and the amount of blood essence I had burned, I will need at least a week or more before I recover fully, and that is on condition that I did not spare any resources on my recovery.

I looked at myself and found I was still wearing Dexter’s skin, seeing that I began to revert to my original form.

I am in Pyramid without doubt, and I am sure only a few people were allowed where I am, and those who are allowed are likely aware of my identity, so there is no need to wear the skin that I do not need anymore.

Click!

I was looking around when I heard the click, and two familiar people walked in. “Grandmaster Charline and Lord Whitman,” I said as I greeted the old women and middle-aged man.

“Micheal, you never cease to amaze me. Fighting a Grandmaster and surviving, there are very few people who have done that in your level,” Lord Whitman praised, though I did sense faint uncomfortableness from his voice.

It took me a second to understand his uncomfortableness, my level. When I removed the face, I had also removed the lock on my aura and reverted back to my original aura of peak elite instead of the peak Master.

I changed it to peak Master immediately, and the uncomfortableness in his eyes lessened a lot. My level makes a lot of people uncomfortable, and some even think I am playing a joke on them. Nobody believes I am a peak elite, not even my own teacher.

“Uh-hoo,”

The Grandmaster, Charline, cleared her throat and rapidly signed off the gestures. “Thank you, Grandmaster Charline, but the formation I had used on General Willis is incomplete, and I had to power it with a lot of my blood essence,”

“I do not wish to do that again, as you can see what condition I had ended up in,” I replied to her question.

“So there is no hope you could mold that formation in the ring, and we could give them to Grandmasters; it will help us extremely,” He said, clearly implying that I should use my blood essence if I could create something like that.

I couldn’t help but get angry hearing these words, even though I understood he was under extreme pressure and how vital the Grandmasters are for this war.

“Uh-hoo!”

Grandmaster Charline cleared her throat again loudly and looked at the lord Whitman angrily, which brough the immediate change in his expressions.

“My apologies Micheal, the stress of war is taking so much toll on me. The help you are providing is already exponential; I have no right to ask more from you,” He said with shame filling his eyes.

“I understand Lord Whitman, and I would be working hard till I create a solution for the targeted attacks,” I replied.

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