"Don't move, let me check your injuries."
As she spoke, the power of Holy Light emanated from her hands, infusing into the body of the Priest.
After a while, she finally removed the two persistent pustules from his face, and conveniently healed the remaining wounds.
But the Saintess frowned, clearly not pleased: "It's a new Evil God Power, something I've never seen before, it can only be forcibly purified."
She was using Holy Light for a forcible purification, if the other person wasn't a Priest or didn't have the power of Holy Light within them, such a purification method alone could be lethal to the patient.
There's no way around it, they have no understanding of the new Evil God and no targeted purification method.
"Eliminate the source, it's the simplest way!" Bobo shouted loudly in the direction of the Saintess.
The problem was that the enemy had turned into a heap of rotten flesh, making it unclear whether he was dead or alive, or if the power's source originated from him.
"Holy Fire, cleanse!"
The Saintess called out loudly, sacred golden flames composed of Holy Light descended from the sky.
It landed on the heap of rotten flesh, burning, and thick black smoke rose upward with the flames.
As the rotten flesh died, the foul odor around them eased significantly.
But the pustules on the faces of the Holy Knights and Priests affected by this did not disappear.
"How did you manage to do that? Why weren't the Night Watchers affected?" The Saintess questioned Bobo and looked at some of the Dwarves who got splattered by the explosive pus.
Similarly splattered by the pus, pustules appeared on the Holy Knights' faces, resembling symptoms of poisoning.
But the Dwarves showed no external change.
"We're affected too, but it will disappear in a while." Eric said quietly from the side.
Maybe a bit unlucky, he was also splattered by the pus during the explosion.
It wasn't the first time he had been affected, but this time he was already a Night Watcher.
[Plague's Poison: You have been invaded by the toxin of an eerie plague, continuously losing Blood Volume until 5 points are deducted. During this period, Constitution and Agility -1.]
Eric checked himself, he had already lost three points of blood, so it wouldn't be long before he recovered.
The Saintess looked at Eric and the Dwarves also stained with pus.
She could sense perhaps these Dwarves had slightly reduced vitality, but compared to the effects her own side's Knights and Priests suffered, it was negligible.
How was this managed?
"We are the Night Watchers. We made a vow, accepted the world's gaze, hence we have additional resistance to the Evil God's influence." Bobo explained to the puzzled Saintess.
While her explanation wasn't wrong, whether it's the power of Blessing or the existence of the vow, it was all tied to the world.
So having resistance to the Evil God Power, or more precisely, resistance to the Intruder's power was perfectly normal.
After all, the invaded is also a world, if there weren't at least some advantage in native battles, what's the difference from being entirely invaded.
Not to mention, currently, it's only sporadic Evil God invasions, the world still has enough power to offer a form of protection.
"Fighting for the world?" the Saintess muttered.
Anita frowned beside her, they're also from the Holy Light Church, fighting for the world too, why didn't they have such resistance?
"This isn't the time to dilly-dally, earlier when we Dwarves got hit by this plague, we quickly had issues, and it also affected other healthy people around us.
We're Dwarves, naturally having resistance to curses or magic, better think of a way to clear the source quickly, otherwise, it'll be troublesome."
Getai, speaking from experience, reminded them from the side.
"You're right, take a rest, then we'll head into the city and take a look." The Saintess nodded.
Blake turned to George: "Take some Rangers, go scout for information, and remember to be cautious."
George nodded, leading several Half-Elf Rangers, they slipped into the shadows under the moonlight.
Gradually approaching the city.