They were holding all sorts of instrunts, countless dazzling spiritual crystals almost blinded him, several physicians were feeling him up with stethoscope-like gadgets, and not far away, soone was approaching him with a fine scalpel.
Holy shit!
Had I woken up a few seconds later, would they have dissected ?
Rod shoved the physicians away and shouted loudly, "I’m fine now!"
The physicians were startled, and before they could react, Rod had dashed out.
Rod rembered that after becoming a combatant of the external hall of the Fire Hall, he was qualified to actively apply for combat or to undertake long-term missions of the hall.
He ran out of the dical facility and directly to the external hall along the corridor.
Inside the external hall, many people were waiting for combat missions; they were official mbers who had reached the front-line combat sequence, the fla insignias on their collars burning.
But Rod was second-line and wasn’t up for combat yet.
Everyone cast surprised glances at him, but Rod ignored them and jumped into the upper hall, shouting.
"I want to apply for active combat!"
The envoys in the hall looked at him in surprise, but after recognizing it was Rod, they all refused his request, the reason being that such a "strong" labeled genius mber shouldn’t be fighting so frequently.
Rod shouted loudly, "I’m fine! I’m perfectly well!"
But still, no one agreed.
Rod was determined and refused to leave the hall.
The Book of Knowledge kept nagging in his mind, urging him to hurry up and get soul.
He needed more powerful souls, more Divinity, more Source.
In short, with his current weak strength, he was simply unable to deal with such a powerful invader; he had to use all ans to rapidly enhance his strength.
That was all Rod could do.
The commotion in the main hall quickly alard the higher-ups of the hall.
Following orders, the envoys took Rod to the top-floor combat command room.
After a long ti, Rod once again saw the Defense Chief Dalin.
He was massaging his temples, looking tired, "Rod, what exactly do you want to do?"
Rod said succinctly, "I want to fight!"
Dalin looked up at him, "But you have just been through a lengthy battle, and according to our practice, you should rest for at least 2 to 3 days so that your soul can expel the polluted impurities."
Rod said in surprise, "The soul has that ability?"
"Yes, the soul’s self-purification ability is very strong. Parts of the old soul body continually dissipate, replaced by the new soul body. As long as the pollution doesn’t erode the core layer of the soul, it is treatable."
Rod smiled, "My soul’s self-purification ability is strong; there is not a hint of pollution."
Dalin frowned, "Is that so? But you’ve just killed the Insect Queen, such a powerful creature’s backlash is not a trivial matter; in fact, I was planning on having you rest for two to three weeks until the Soul Church could spare the ti to perform a complete Soul Purification Ceremony on you."
"No need," Rod smiled, "You can have the Soul Master examine my soul, I guarantee it’s even more transparent than the highest-quality pure crystal."
"But your Spiritual Energy..."
"Hasn’t depleted!"
Dalin took a puff from his cigarette, "But I heard you collapsed in the training grounds..."
"I just accidentally took in a wrong breath, I’m fine now."
Dalin fell silent for a while, then suddenly sighed, "Rod, to be honest, the situation isn’t great right now; we’re desperately short of high-rank combatants. Since you want to join the battle, go to the Royal City for a full check-up. If there’s no problem, I’ll allow it."
Rod said joyfully, "Good!"
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