Bab 87: Chapter 87: The Power of the Pantheon

Aidan (Prince of Altland): "I think you'd better find someone else, actually. I'm not really interested in fighting and killing; I'm a pacifist..."

Wang Xuan (Divine Envoy): "Hahaha, you know, that excuse is the most creative one I've ever heard."

"Really?"

"Not really—but don't worry, I won't let you go up there just to be cannon fodder. Let me buff you up before you go."

In his heart, Mo Fei thought that even a hundred buffs would be useless. I'm only level twelve; how strong can buffs make me?

However, Wang Xuan seemed to have made up his mind and began to chant directly.

No, what he uttered wasn't a spell but seemed more like some sort of prayer.

Wang Xuan (Divine Envoy): "Goddess of Life Notina, please lend your strength to me, and infuse it into the frail body of the mortal before me so that he may be spared from the threat of death."