Chapter 283: Anthony Is Surrounded by Refugees

"Isn't this insecticide? Can it be used as medicine?" Nagris took it, hesitatingly asking.

Ang tilted his head, somewhat bewildered—he had no idea about this; he only knew: "Bug, kill bug."

He first pointed at the slime on the ground, then at the insecticide—such a simple logic he certainly understood.

Nagris sighed: "Yes, yes, bug, kill bug—but what if you kill a person too? What about Sava? Go find Sava, I'll ask Sava."

At that moment, Ang suddenly bolted off, rushing to a pale human nearby, gripping holy light and shoving it straight into the man's mouth.

All these humans had symptoms of the insect plague; to prevent its spread, they had been gathered here, suffering and waiting.

To prevent them from fleeing, Darkwen had stationed guards to surround them, bows and crossbows subtly aimed at them, sternly warning them not to run—his lord was studying a cure, and anyone who ran would be shot on the spot.

It wasn't that Darkwen was cruel; any leader facing a plague must make cruel, helpless choices—could he really let them run free and infect everyone?

These patients lived in dread, fearing abandonment on one hand, while enduring physical discomfort on the other—tormented both mentally and physically.

Ang suddenly dashed over, summoning holy light and shoving it into a companion's mouth—startling them, they screamed and leapt up, trying to flee.

Lisa floated up, commanding sternly: "Kneel. Before the Lord God, show no disrespect."

Nagris stared at Lisa in surprise, for he sensed a ripple of divine power in her voice.

All Harvest Goddess believers who heard her voice simultaneously felt their knees weaken—an invisible aura spread, forcing them to kneel involuntarily.

"Is this divine authority? Lisa has progressed so fast—she's already using stolen divine power to manifest divine authority?" Nagris thought in astonishment.

The Harvest Goddess's divine authority exerted the strongest intimidation over her followers—the infected patients were all her believers, and they all knelt, unable to run.

But soon they understood: Lisa the goddess was saving them; Ang's holy light wasn't executing them—rather, if they ran, they'd be executed on the spot.

One after another, balls of holy light were shoved into the patient's mouth, visibly sliding down the throat, through the chest, into the abdomen, then dissolving.

When the light reached the abdomen, it revealed a shadow not belonging to any human organ, writhing within—while the shadows of the patient's own organs around it were badly damaged.

Even if the insect plague were cured, without treatment, he wouldn't live long.

Ang immediately switched to Purifying Art, shoving in more holy light—those damaged areas began healing rapidly.

But Purifying Art had no purifying effect on the insect plague; instead, it amplified it—the damaged areas healed, yet the foreign shadow grew larger.

Ang frowned, staring at the shadow illuminated by holy light, muttering: "Troublesome. Can it be purified?"

This was meant as a question, but the moment he spoke, Lisa, Ouk, Anthony on the Prime Plane, and the Silver Coin in the Abyss all simultaneously felt a change.

The Silver Coin and Anthony didn't know where the change came from, only feeling confused—but Lisa and Ouk watched Ang's actions directly.

The first altered ball of holy light entered the patient's mouth, slid down the throat to the abdomen—and when it touched the foreign shadow, the patient opened his mouth and let out a long, relieved sigh, a wisp of black smoke exhaling with a "huh."

The foreign shadow instantly shrank by a full circle.

Lisa gasped: "Heretic! The Lord has defined a heretic! The Lord has classified the insect plague as a heresy!"

The Church of Light's holy light dealt extra damage to undead and demons, because the Light Gods had defined them as heretics.

But Ang's holy light had no special bonus against other creatures, because Ang had never defined any heresy.

Now Ang suddenly found the insect plague troublesome and wanted to purify it—what did that mean?

If a god finds something troublesome, is it a heresy? Under Ang's definition, his power instantly gained bonus damage against the insect plague.

This sounded unbelievable—but for a god, it was the most basic ability, requiring only a thought.

Of course, there were drawbacks: first, Ang's holy light would become impure; second, the insect plague could now inflict damage on him—a reciprocal harm.

Purifying Art could heal internal injuries and now carried bonus damage against the insect plague—only one type of holy light was needed to heal and purify simultaneously. After six or seven balls were shoved in, the patient expelled streams of black smoke, his complexion slowly turning ruddy.

Far away, Sava had just rushed over and was discussing with Nagris.

"Insecticide theoretically harms insects, and its damage to the human body isn't severe—if diluted enough, it should kill the insect plague inside," Sava said.

"Stop saying 'should' or 'shouldn't'—go find a patient and test it, small dose first. Ang is watching—he won't die." Nagris said: "Do it as soon as possible. If you wait until the plague damages the body, you'll need a healer."

If only diluted insecticide was needed, the plague would be easy to treat—just distribute the medicine. But if healers were required, things became complicated—the number of patients treated would be minimal.

"Oh oh oh, how many patients are there now? How advanced is the illness? I need someone to assist me—someone whose mind can penetrate the body, so I can record the progression stages: mild, severe, critical, urgent—different stages require different treatments."

No wonder she was a pharmacist—once focused, she immediately appeared far more professional than Nagris.

But when they reached the patients, they were stunned.

"You… you cured all the patients?"

Ang nodded.

There were only forty or fifty patients with symptoms. After defining holy light, six Purifying Arts cured one patient—fifty patients required only three hundred Purifying Arts, done in moments.

Nagris and Sava stared at each other—the patients were gone. Where would they conduct the experiment?

Sava was dazed: "So… we don't need to experiment anymore?"

"No, we still need a miracle drug. What if the Prime Plane has an insect plague outbreak?" Nagris said.

If there was no miracle drug, and the Prime Plane truly erupted in plague, would they make Ang cure millions?

"What do we do? Ask Anthony—has he had an insect plague outbreak? If so, send us some patients," Nagris sighed.

Ang mentally contacted Anthony, and soon said: "He's been surrounded by refugees. He can't come."