Things Are Getting Tight-Run!

The apothecary urgently examined Lin En's condition.

The remaining Honor Guard and elite veterans quickly formed an impenetrable wall of bodies around Priest Lin En. Any claws reaching out of the Warp Rift would have to get through them first.

"Priest Lin En, Priest Lin En—wake up. Can you hear me?"

The apothecary pulled out a medical device and urgently administered some general treatment to Lin En, trying to wake him. When that failed, he began considering whether to give him some injections.

The priests recited holy words and prayed, dotting holy water on Lin En's forehead as they tried to wake their battle-brother.

Calgar anxiously called from the side, "Priest Lin En? Priest Lin En? Can you hear my voice?"

"Priest Lin En? Priest Lin En? Can you hear us?" The apothecary also watched Lin En's reaction nervously from the side.

Priest Lin En did not respond to their calls.

His eyes were open, but completely unfocused. He was plainly unconscious with his eyes open.

His eyelashes trembled slightly when he heard Calgar's voice, but he still did not wake.

His breathing was steady, his chest rising and falling smoothly, as if he were in a deep sleep.

The apothecary performed a simple examination and quickly gave his diagnosis: "The armor is damaged. There is a penetrating wound in the middle of his back. The armor plates are broken, and the entire bulletproof layer of the underarmor has been burned through. However, the wound has already healed. There are no major problems with Priest Lin En's body."

This was not something worth making a fuss over.

They all knew Priest Lin En's true identity. A Living Saint should possess such an ability—bringing the dead back to life, restoring flesh to bones, and even what could be called resurrection.

"Priest