Medic Martial Dragon King

Chapter 1512: Chapter 1515: Ten Pounds of Holy Water (Extra for ’AA’s Remaining Life’!!)

Di Gang is the headquarters of the Holy Court, home to numerous members of the Holy Court.

In the central area of Di Gang, there is a space of 0.04 square kilometers enclosed by towering walls. This is the core of the Holy Court’s headquarters, occupying one-eleventh of all Di Gang.

Within these walls, a maze of buildings showcasing the unique features of the Holy Court are intricately arranged. Groups of patrol members move in orderly shifts.

However, three days ago, the central main building of the Holy Court headquarters was engulfed by an overwhelming aura. Judgment Chief Fa Rang issued strict orders prohibiting anyone from approaching the main building.

Encircling the main building stood a group of ascetic monks dressed in tattered white robes. The Holy Court’s Saint Heir, Mi Jiaro, wielded the Divine Sword of the Holy See and donned the Crown of Thorns as he personally guarded the main entrance.

Behind the main building, a small forest emitted concealed yet powerful auras surrounding the cathedral, creating layers of tight defenses.

The main gates of the headquarters were personally guarded by Deputy Commander Ha’er of the Knights, who forbade anyone from entering or leaving.

”What’s going on here?”

”No idea! Feels like something major has happened!”

”Ever since the Dragon Saint from the Flame Dragon Kingdom arrived, the cathedral was first put under lockdown, then sealed off completely. Finally, everyone inside was expelled, and Judgment Chief personally sealed it. The Saint Heir is guarding the entrance, the ascetic monks are on high alert, and the Knights of the Round Table are stationed at the gates. What’s happening here?”

”Could someone be planning to attack our Holy Court?”

”Impossible, isn’t it?”

”Could the Dragon Saint have clashed with His Holiness the Pope?”

”No way. If they were fighting, why would the Judgment Chief lock down the cathedral? He should be assisting, right?”

The unusual phenomena at the cathedral left the members of the Holy Court uneasy and anxious.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

Suddenly, after three days of silence, a majestic aura erupted from the cathedral. A sacred and timeless aura enveloped the entire Holy Court.

”It’s His Holiness the Pope’s aura!”

”His Holiness has been in seclusion for half a month—has he finally emerged?!”

”So everyone was here safeguarding His Holiness!”

”Has His Holiness achieved another breakthrough? Wonderful!”

Feeling His Holiness’s aura, the members of the Holy Court relaxed and began cheering in delight.

The ascetic monks around the cathedral exchanged glances and silently moved toward the back of the cathedral, leaving only Deputy Commander Mu Lisi heading inside. Meanwhile, the overwhelming force emanating from the small forest vanished completely, as if it had never existed.

Ha’er glanced toward the cathedral, his eyes shifting as he instructed the nearby Knights of the Round Table, and with a flash, he leapt toward the cathedral.

Whoosh!

As His Holiness’s aura spread, Saint Heir Mi Jiaro swiftly dashed into the cathedral.

Inside the cathedral, Fa Rang looked with joy at the thirty-meter-tall Statue of the God of Light at the center, his eyes filled with emotion.

”How’s it going? Is the Pope alright now?”

Before Mi Jiaro’s figure appeared, his voice echoed. A moment later, he finally appeared beside Fa Rang.

Fa Rang nodded lightly: ”It should be alright! Let’s wait! Wait for the Dragon Saint and Mr. Jiang to come out!”

Rumble!

As the sacred aura contracted, a one-meter-tall stone door emerged beneath the Statue of the God of Light. Three figures walked out in single file from within.

”His Holiness the Pope!”

”The Pope!”

Seeing the emerging figures, Fa Rang and Mi Jiaro were overjoyed and bowed respectfully.

At the forefront stood His Holiness the Pope. Though his complexion appeared pale and his demeanor somewhat fatigued, his aura was stable, indicating his injuries had healed.

Behind the Pope, the Dragon Saint supported a pale-faced Jiang Chen. Jiang Chen was drenched in sweat as though he had been fished out of water. His entire body hung limply on the Dragon Saint and had already fallen unconscious.

”Dragon Saint, what’s wrong with Mr. Jiang?”

Noticing Jiang Chen’s state, Fa Rang’s expression changed, and he asked in shock.

The Dragon Saint waved his hand gently: ”It’s nothing, just exhausted. A’erfa, bring several kilograms of Holy Water to my residence. I’ll take this boy to rest first.”

With those words, the Dragon Saint swiftly leapt out of the cathedral with Jiang Chen.

Just as Ha’er reached the cathedral entrance, he heard the Dragon Saint’s words and nearly stumbled onto the ground. He suddenly recalled Jiang Chen had once jokingly mentioned asking them to gather a hundred-plus kilograms of Holy Water. Muttering under his breath, he said, ”It’s really one mischief after another, isn’t it? How come both of them demand Holy Water by the kilogram? Since when do we weigh Holy Water in kilograms?”

”Fa Rang, hurry and retrieve ten kilograms of Holy Water for Elder Long. Mr. Jiang’s energy consumption this time was enormous. If we delay, he might suffer a regression in power or even complete blockage of his meridians, leading to total loss of ability!” His Holiness the Pope’s voice rang out.

”Understood!”

Whoosh!

Just as Fa Rang responded, a figure darted out, speedily leaping away, faintly visible holding a sacred scepter in hand.

Ha’er stood frozen, staring dumbfounded in the direction of Fa Rang’s disappearance. He murmured in disbelief, ”Ten kilograms? Did I hear that right? It’s ten kilograms, isn’t it? Not ten drops? So... so Holy Water really *can* be measured in kilograms?!”

”Ha’er!”

A voice called out. Ha’er mechanically turned his head to see Mu Lisi, Si Erfa, Xi’er, Fa’erxi, and Bu Langshi walking toward him.

Since they were familiar with Jiang Chen, Xi’er and the others had been granted an exception to remain near the cathedral. They had some knowledge of the events inside. After sensing the Pope’s aura and waiting a while, Mu Lisi gathered them to approach the cathedral together.

”How is it? Has Mr. Jiang come out? What about His Holiness the Pope...” Xi’er didn’t finish his sentence, his expectant gaze fixed upon Ha’er.

Ha’er, with a dazed look in his eyes, muttered: ”Do you know what unit they use to measure Holy Water?”

”Holy Water?!” Xi’er and the rest looked at Ha’er in utter confusion.

Si Erfa frowned and said, ”Holy Water is obviously measured in drops. Haven’t you drunk it before? We’re asking about Mr. Jiang—how are things going? Did you enter to see His Holiness the Pope?”

”No! Didn’t go inside! But... but I overheard something!” Ha’er replied in a daze.

”What did you hear?” Mu Lisi asked softly.

Ha’er blankly muttered: ”His Holiness the Pope instructed Fa Rang to retrieve ten kilograms of Holy Water for Mr. Jiang!”

”It’s just ten kilograms of Holy Water! You consumed at least twenty last time...” Xi’er impatiently remarked.

Suddenly, everyone froze. Their faces stiffened as they collectively stared into Ha’er’s eyes. Mu Lisi spoke in disbelief, ”What did you say? Are you certain you heard ’ten kilograms’? Not ’ten drops’?”

”You didn’t mishear, did you? Holy Water measured by kilograms?!”

”You’ve lost your senses, haven’t you? How could it be measured in kilograms?”

One by one, the group began reprimanding Ha’er.

”Quiet!”

Suddenly, a low voice rang out.