I, the All-Class Magus, All My Awakening Skills are LvMax - Chapter 430

Chapter 430: Chapter430-The Price Paid
At the same time, the golden rays of light fell upon each person, and John noticed that the wounds on their bodies began to heal at a visible speed.

Although John had protected everyone during this ordeal, preventing any fatalities, injuries were still inevitable.

After all, it was impossible for John to shield everyone perfectly.

While no one had died, the number of injured was significant.

Along the way, John could have helped them heal, but his own condition was not good either, so he had to pretend to be unaware.

If he helped some but not others, it would certainly lead to ill feelings.

Thus, he had to handle these matters with great care.

As everyone’s bodies gradually returned to a normal state, a sense of happiness filled their hearts.

After all, this experience had been a perfect one for them in many ways.

The High Priest looked at John and couldn’t help but smile.

His face, wrinkled like dried orange peel, also showed a faint smile, but in the eyes of others, it looked terrifying.

It was as if the dried peel had come to life and was now grinning incessantly in front of them, a sight that sent chills down their spines.

Silver Tear, standing nearby, shuddered involuntarily and lowered her head in silence.

If she didn’t know this person was on their side, she would have been truly frightened.

Who could have imagined that someone good would look like this? He seemed more like a piece of dried bark that had gained sentience.

However, everyone kept their thoughts to themselves, understanding the gravity of the situation.

This person was reputed to communicate with the gods, which meant that this High Priest indeed possessed powers beyond their comprehension.

The moment they realized they were not in their original forms, everything took on a different hue.

What kind of methods did this High Priest truly possess? They still didn’t know, but undoubtedly, these matters posed a certain danger to them.

Thus, they had to maintain tight control over their emotions.

Any hint of something unusual could give them away.

They could be indifferent for now, but if the situation escalated, it would become a different story altogether.

So, no matter what, they had to wait until John was prepared before taking any further action.

“Welcome back. It seems that Divine Envoy has also been harmed this time. They appear somewhat different,” the High Priest said, glancing at John as he spoke.

John smiled faintly and waved his hand.

“I originally intended to leave them a way out, but who would have thought that you people of this continent would be so ungrateful? Since that’s the case, I’ll just have to sever his head.”

“The Panther Tribe has no High Priest, so their chieftain serves as the vessel for communicating with the gods. It’s not hard to understand why he’s stronger than the others.”

John’s voice was indifferent as he said this, as if he had known it all along.

The others couldn’t help but look at him in surprise, for they had no idea that the Panther Tribe lacked a High Priest.

Doesn’t this mean that the danger John faced was far greater than they had imagined, and that the circumstances at the time were even more perilous? Thinking of this, Dark Fox and the others couldn’t help but show concern on their faces.

They had never thought that John had endured so much behind the scenes, a reality starkly different from what they had imagined.

At this moment, Buggis glanced at Dark Fox, the smile on his face fading slightly.

“Divine Envoy, if you favor someone from their tribe, our tribe still has many beauties. There’s no need to choose from theirs,” Buggis remarked.

John, who had been about to take a sip of water, found his smile frozen at that moment.

Thankfully, he hadn’t taken a sip, or he might have spat it out.

Beside him, the smiles on Victor and Vincent’s faces also began to stiffen, and for a brief moment, they didn’t know what to say.

Meanwhile, Silver Tear covered her mouth, trying to suppress her laughter, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

It was too funny, truly too funny.

This was completely different from what she had imagined.

She had never thought this was what they meant by beauty.

If it were a muscular warrior, she might have found it more understandable, but to call this person the first beauty of the three great tribes was simply hilarious.

With her normal sense of aesthetics, the sight of Dark Fox now seemed utterly ridiculous, but she dared not speak, silently swallowing her words and forcing a smile.

If this got out, she would laugh at Dark Fox for a lifetime.

Dark Fox’s forehead twitched, feeling his nerves begin to throb.

He clenched his fists tightly, trying to suppress his feelings, but finally couldn’t hold back and jabbed Silver Tear hard.

“Could you stop laughing?” he almost growled through gritted teeth, his voice trembling with suppressed frustration.

He knew all too well what his companion was laughing at, but he was in no position to comment, so he simply endured it.

Even John’s lips were twitching uncontrollably at this point, barely able to contain his amusement.

The High Priest, however, kept his attention on John and noticed his odd expression.

“What’s wrong, Divine Envoy? Are you feeling unwell? Why does your mouth keep twitching?”

Hearing this, John’s lips twitched even more.

“Ahem… It’s nothing, just thought of something funny. Don’t worry about me. Go on, what were you saying? What did you discover?”

John said with a smile, while Dark Fox bit down so hard that his teeth nearly cracked, but he couldn’t help feeling aggrieved.

It was too absurd, truly too absurd.

Why was it that, after their crossing, everyone else turned out to be extraordinary, while he ended up being the fool? This realization hit him hard, just when he thought he had come to terms with everything.

Now he felt the depth of this malice once more.

“I noticed that among those who survived, quite a few harbor no strong ill will toward us. If I tame them a bit, their runes could completely become ours,” the High Priest said, his expression turning radiant, as if the dried orange peel had stretched out a little more.

Silver Tear glanced at him and then quickly looked away.

There was no helping it; the sight was too unbearable.

Though he had thought he could tolerate anything, he couldn’t help rolling his eyes now.

It was just too much.

As the conversation continued, John suddenly had a thought and spoke directly.

“Have you considered merging your runes with his? Since he can harness the power of the forest, that means you could also gain control of those runes.”

“Your runes glow differently, but their patterns are largely the same. If you can fuse them, you’ll be able to wield the power of three tribes.”

The chieftain of the Zebra Tribe, who had been listening silently, suddenly brightened at these words.

Gain control of the power of three tribes?!