My Weekly Refreshing Mentor Spirit-Chapter 292 - 272: Descendants of the Wild Hunt Legion

Chapter 292: Chapter 272: Descendants of the Wild Hunt Legion

The children no longer felt lost this time. They excitedly followed behind the carriage, and the big sister among them volunteered to become the driver, pledging that if they encountered a beast tide, they would protect both of them.

Otherwise, they would feel uneasy taking the money.

As the carriage entered the city, Xue Dili saw an even more desolate and dilapidated scene than expected. Originally, this city should have developed into a medieval-like metropolis, but now...

It looked more like a tribe built on ruins.

This sight filled the gap in Xue Dili’s understanding of how the Viking Barbarians lived after taking over the city.

The streets once bustling with market trade had turned into places where tribes exchanged leather and animal corpses, and the noble estates had become communal living spaces for the tribal populace.

People were resting directly on the grass mats along the main street where the carriage traveled.

From time to time, cursing and fighting could be heard, and people would gather around to watch without a care as the victor beheaded the defeated and drenched themselves in their blood.

Barbaric as it was, there were no degenerates here.

There wasn’t a single degenerate or Half-Beastman; they had retained their human purity.

The big sister first took Xue Dili back to her tribe.

The whole tribe seemed quite excited today, as Xue Dili observed them dragging a Demon Beast corpse several tens of meters long, with everyone busy processing the creature.

However, when people saw the returning group of children, they were dumbfounded.

Eventually, an elder from the tribe exclaimed, "Why have you returned?"

"Hey, Uncle, we’re not just back; we’ve found our employer. This gentleman here is a Mage, and he intends to travel across the Teaching Country, so we are now their drivers and attendants," the big sister explained.

This left the tribal elder stunned. Was someone actually coming here as a tourist, given the dangers?

They were lucky enough today to catch an injured drake, but even so, several people were hurt, with one person barely holding on, breathing more out than in. Why on earth would a Mage want to come here?

They couldn’t understand.

But since they didn’t concern themselves with the inexplicable, the tribe people warmly hosted Xue Dili. The food offered was, of course, freshly hunted drake meat, yet they subtly indicated that it needed paying for and wasn’t cheap.

What surprised Xue Dili and Lan Lin’Er most was a certain furry, cat-like creature helping pass ingredients, cook, and even assist in cutting apart the drake’s body.

Some cats even became the main chefs, grilling meat by themselves.

"Where are the injured people? We know some Healing Magic and might be able to help heal your tribe members," Xue Dili suggested.

The tribespeople paused briefly before a few cats pushed carts over, carrying the groaning injured.

Xue Dili took no heed of any descriptions and without hesitation, stepped forward.

Among them, the most severely injured had their stomach and half their chest sliced open, with internal organs nearly spilling out, and was running a high fever.

Xue Dili directly used the Cursed Blood without a word. The next moment, with the tribespeople staring in astonishment as if seeing a ghost, the internal organs seemed to revive and relocate to their rightful places, while the opened chest and misaligned bones moved of their own accord as if correcting themselves, aligning forcibly, and visibly healing.

The person on the brink of death instantly fell into a slumber akin to that of a baby.

This miraculous Healing prompted many people from the tribe to run off; they seemed intent on informing someone.

"Prophet! Prophet! The God has returned, fulfilling the promise, He has come back! Everything from before has returned!" A tribesman dashed into the largest stone courtyard, eagerly addressing an elder.

But Xue Dili paid no mind; the Cursed Blood continued to heal the remaining injured, and soon, the howling people were healed, with even a few injured or disabled cats simultaneously receiving treatment.

At this point, the entire tribe had fallen into an unnaturally eerie silence. This scene of miraculous Healing Technique left them all stunned.

Even seeing blood seeping slowly from under his white robe, they all knelt, leaving Xue Dili perplexed.

How could the tribespeople instantaneously deduce the effect of the Cursed Blood? It wasn’t typical knowledge or insight expected from such folks.

Picking up the Frost Signal Halberd, the hardship transferred instantaneously into the Long Halberd.

Just then, the wooden door slammed open, and a young man supported a trembling elder walking in.

The elder was so agitated that his hands trembled, clutching a wooden statue, and upon seeing Xue Dili, he immediately knelt and proclaimed, "Oh God, you’ve finally restored yourself. We’ve abided by the contract and vows for thousands of years, awaiting your return!"

He seemed to be crying, or perhaps worshipping, devoutly placing the idol on the ground and kissing the earth.

And that idol was an Angel’s image.

Though faceless, the holding sword and wings were clearly visible.

At this moment, the original Angel fell silent even further.

She couldn’t comprehend why, after so long, people here still held faith in her; the faith emanating from the idol, albeit minimal, represented their adherence to ancient vows, even under Heart Stealer’s oppression.

"I..." The Angel suddenly found herself speechless, unable to respond.

However, the elder, or perhaps the other tribespeople, seemed to mistake Xue Dili for an Angel.

"There’s no need to kneel. I am not your God; I just happen to know her." Xue Dili straightforwardly said.

But the elder grew even more excited, declaring, "Then you must be the Lord, right? From our ancestors’ worship, you’re the true Lord, whom the Angel always served, right? You really see us, see this world..."

The old man started to cry as he spoke, his wrinkled face lined with age and veins bulging, pressing firmly against the ground.

Xue Dili was silent.

The "Lord" the Angel once mentioned should be the world’s World Consciousness, but now, it seems this old man misunderstood something.

But now, he’s counted as the Angel’s boss and investor; you could only say the process was entirely wrong, yet the result unluckily turned out right.

"Why do you believe in me?" Xue Dili asked.

"My Lord, according to the ancestors who followed the Angel, you have always watched over the world. When the world teetered on the brink of disaster, you would incarnate as a messenger walking the earth, bearing all the suffering and pain on your own, creating a new, brand new world. Isn’t what you are doing now exactly that?"

The old man spoke.

Xue Dili was taken aback because his original plan was exactly this.

He looked toward the Angel, but after a moment of silence, the Angel told Xue Dili, "In our world, there were similar legends, and I walked them once more, thus becoming a God. While healing the wounded, I wrote some small religious stories just for rule and faith. I didn’t expect so much distortion in the passing down..."

Then, the distorted accounts over time happened to align with Xue Dili’s plan.

Was it a coincidence?

Or was it the World Consciousness...

Xue Dili didn’t know, but at this moment, the old man finally tremulously rose, struggling to pull out a piece of iron from the animal skin that had worn to the point of losing its original shape, offering it with one hand while making an odd thumbing gesture to his heart with the other.

"I... descendant of the 76th generation of the third squad of the Wild Hunt Warriors, Sha’al Wild Hunt, may the Lord lead us."

He passed out that iron piece, and now Xue Dili finally saw clearly, it was a badge resembling a wolf’s head, but years of wear and touch had left the metallic wolf head in poor condition, with a thick layer of glaze on the surface.

It was the medallion of the Wild Hunt Legion; unexpected they still preserved it now.

However, the Wild Hunt Legion had long disappeared in history, the legion disbanded, honor no longer.

Even Angels had fallen, and now only an avenger, a conspirator remained, and this group of descendants waiting bitterly, even reverting to the original tribal hunting style.

Yet even so, this old man still cried inconsolably; the primitive and barbaric borderers here unexpectedly retained history, guarding ancestral honor generation after generation, recording their once civilization and culture.

However...

At the Divine Capital of the Teaching Country, the people there had long lost their culture and history, becoming merely machines for reproduction.

At this moment, Xue Dili didn’t even know which was civilization and which was barbarism.

Taking the iron piece, looking at the barely recognizable wolf head pattern under the wear of years, along with the ritual that these tribal people kept, once belonging to the Wild Hunt Legion.

The Angel couldn’t speak, now only left in endless silence.

Even after a thousand years, there were still people keeping the past oaths, even under her factual death in this world, still someone holding onto these relics of the old age waiting for her.

She didn’t know what kind of mood she was in now, what expression to show.

The wolf head medallion renewed itself in the palm of Xue Dili, and he handed it back to the old man.

The moment the old man received this new medallion, his withered body seemed to regain some vitality, looking a decade younger in an instant, even though still aged, appearing rejuvenated.

"I will stay here for a day, healing all the sick and injured." Xue Dili simply stated his plan.

The old man was taken aback, then immediately said, "I understand! I will go and make arrangements."

He left immediately, even the others, including the assisting cat partners left, seemingly having figured something else, but now Xue Dili noticed a bigger doubt.

Why did the Angel say someone had done something similar before, and she retraced it to become a God?

But that for the Angel was ancient legend.

Lan Lin’Er looked at Xue Dili in shock, suddenly speaking, "Are you the reincarnation of a God once walking the earth? My mother once mentioned ancient myths, in the myths, a predecessor God walked across the world, bearing all suffering, giving rise to tribes one after another."

Myths before the tribal era?

Xue Dili asked the Angel, receiving a confirming answer.

But affairs before the tribal era, even older than the Angel, this world can only pass down by word of mouth, with little documented.

And word of mouth is the most distorted; even Xue Dili’s current plan aligns with the myths before the tribal era.

Even the World Consciousness could not have bound a prophecy or arrangement to this time from that era, could it? Otherwise, why didn’t It act earlier?

Xue Dili still questioned the Angel.

And the Angel remained silent, lastly only saying, "That was ancient history, I only seem to remember the murals where that predecessor referred to himself as, a Sage?"

"The Great Sage, Yushua," Xue Dili uttered a name.

"Yes, I think so, I retraced his path, becoming a God," the Angel said, then asked Xue Dili, "My Lord, do you know that ancestor?"

"Yes, I knew him."