Jason knew that he had no time to waste because the Doom Crawl he was faced was much stronger than he thought it would be.

He utilized his mana eyes' abyss ability and Petri's petrification curse in order to intimidate the Doom Crawl for a short moment.

At the same time, he exerted the race specific weakening curse to its fullest extent by using a majority of his stored mana.

This weekend the Doom Crawl's physical strength by a large margin.

Only a moment later, Jason's stigma and the transmuted Celestia aura were fully unleashed as he used up every little trace of mana within his mana core to enveloped Byakur with Solaris' compressed black flames.

By utilizing every trump he had, at once, Jason was able to take on the Doom Crawl by surprise.

It had already been astonished that Jason's long-range attack could injure it, but at the same time, the Doom Crawl had thought that it took a large margin of Jason's mana!

This was the biggest mistake it had made as it was caused by underestimating Jason's strength, just because he was a human!

Jason never expected that nobody was able to perceive that he was a halfling and not a pure human being, but this was great to know!

The stigma didn't release any particular mana fluctuations that would allow anyone to figure out that he was a foreign race.

It was only the glow and how the stigma's look that would attract some attention, while Jason's Celestia aura had been transmuted, preventing anyone from determining that he was a halfling from the Celestia race.

One might figure out that his aura was not that of a human, but in order to comprehend this, one had to look everything up from closer!

Thus, only when Jason had emerged right in front of the Doom Crawl, did it understand in what kind of dangerous situation as a faint "Halfling?" escaped its mouth.

However, before the Doom Crawl could say anything else, Jason had already cut through its neck, targeting the area with the fewest mana currents that protected it!

After that, the Doom Crawl screamed out in pain before it tried to push Jason away.

Yet, instead of allowing the Doom Crawl to touch him, Jason jumped back, only to look at the dying Doom Crawl without any pity.

When its body went limp he took its spatial ring before he picked up the injured Ariyor after reassuring that he was fine.

Having used up all of his mana, Jason felt extremely exhausted.

Instead of joining the fray to continue fighting, he decided to take care of the injured Ariyors and humans while collecting every single dead corpse.

He didn't distinguish between humans, Ariyors, or one of the four races they were currently fighting.

Jason had multiple reasons to do so, but the biggest reason was that he wanted to take the humans and Ariyor with him in order to give them a proper funeral while collecting the four race's corpses was much easier than taking their spatial ring with him.

This was because the corpse would vanish inside his spatial ring, while the other race's spatial rings would fall on the ground or be drawn to Jason.

The latter was only possible because he used some of his replenished mana to envelop the spatial rings to pull them towards him.

He just stored them inside a large pouch that hung on his belt without caring what he might find inside the spatial rings.

At the same time, he brought the injured Ariyor and humans back to the quickly established infirmary Jason found in the back of the battlefield.

The infirmary was already overflowing and Jason wanted to help out, however, he was more a burden than a great help with his capabilities.

There was nothing he could do except rescue everyone that had been injured.

At the same time, he tried to avoid fighting against others as his whole body was aching from having used every trump at once!

This was not something he should do lightly and it was better to recuperate instead of overestimating his strength once again.

With that in mind, several hours passed before the battle had ended with a more shocking result than expected!

The Lyran race that had been overwhelmed by the small four-race alliance was able to retaliate when the Ariyor race and five big clans had ambushed the alliance!

This allowed the Lyran and the Greil clan to fight against a smaller number of opponents at once.

The more time passed the more obvious the disadvantage of the small four-race alliance and their morale began to plummet.

In the end, they had overestimated their own capabilities, only because they had been an army of 500,000 members!

It was unknown if there were other more armies of the small four-race alliance, but Jason and the others were confident that they had inflicted major damages to the small alliance!

What Jason had not known was that they had just rescued the Greil clan, from which Till Greil hailed!

This astonished him a little bit and Jason wondered whether Till or maybe even Seron was there!

With the number of spatial rings in his large pouch, Jason was sure that he wouldn't have to pay attention to collecting more cultivation resources.

However, that was not important right now.

He wanted to figure out whether Till Greil or Seron Gier was in the Greil clan!

As such he manifested Artemis' wings on his back and flew towards the Greil clan headquarters that looked more like ruins than the magnificent building complex it should have been before!

While flying towards the Greil headquarters, Jason extinguished Solaris' flames around his head.

Jason retraced his Celestia aura and the glow on his stigma too which allowed him to look like a normal youth.

That was if one were to disregard his natural confidence, the masses of blood that had drenched his combat clothes, and the fact that his stigma looked like a large golden-silverish-colored tattoo!

It didn't take long before he had arrived within the destroyed building complex as he took a look around.

He could see many injured humans and there was a foreign race he had never seen before.

The Lyran race were bipedal beings that looked similar to humans, just that their entire being was glowing in a faint white glow.

Other than that, there was a faint halo around the Lyran race's head, and from the outer appearance, they looked extremely strong.

However, Jason could easily decipher that they were at most on par with the Ifrytor race that was among the weakest foreign races Jason had encountered until now!

If his assumption was not wrong, the Lyran race was even weaker than the Ifrytor race, because their number was much lower compared to the Ifrytors.

This might be wrong, but Jason had other things to take care of, and he didn't want to bother thinking about the Ifrytor race!

As such he activated his mana eyes in order to search for familiar mana fluctuations.

He found Fasro and Shane's mana fluctuations but other than that he was unable to perceive anyone else he knew.

That was until five minutes had passed and the last combat unit of the Greil family returned.

Jason's eyes lit up as he perceived familiar mana fluctuations and he couldn't help but shout

"Teacher!....TIll!!"

He waved to Till, who was confused when he saw Jason.

'Do I know him?... WAIT? IS THAT JASON???'

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