This World Is Seriously Ill Chapter 707

Under the empowerment of Karl Rune, the various structural patterns throughout the grand hall transformed into intricate capillaries, arteries, and veins, continuously supplying energy to Laurence before the pedestal.

So, aside from being used as raw material to promote blood healing, all the remaining Blood Stones had been gathered into the entire structure of the Grand Cathedral, forming a massive arcane ritual!

A giant Blood Vial?

No, it would be more accurate to call this the "Fountain of Resurrection," or simply an "artificial blood pool."

It seemed this was the fuel you had prepared for ascending God's Ladder.

Kevin's indifferent gaze focused ahead. He stood with both hands resting on his sword, casually taking a step forward as silver-white ripples spread beneath his feet.

Yet the torrent of blood essence nourishing Laurence instantly warped and collapsed, turning into specks of red mist that gradually merged into the air and faded away.

"Roar!"

The monster, with the light of reason in its eyes nearly extinguished, lunged forward in fury. Replacing words with a howl, it swung its two mismatched arms—different in both length and thickness—at the culprit before it.

Buzz!

The sword rang sharply. A dark-blue arc flashed through the air, and the candlelight on both sides of its path was instantly snuffed out by some invisible force.

Kevin held the Moonlight Greatsword and withdrew from his forward slash. The crisp ring of the blade returning to its sheath echoed through the hall.

Saintess Amelia, who had been praying nearby, stiffly turned her head and stared behind her in shock.

Bang!

On the pedestal at the far end, the head of the saint statue holding a bottle and watering something slid from its neck, smashing heavily onto the altar and kicking up dust across the floor.

How could this be?! No,