Supreme Harem God System

1084 The Order holds no regard for those it deems foolish.

Four Complete Divine Stage Cultivators burst into a room, using their Mana, with tensed looks on their faces, they carried their 21 injured companions who had passed out and were barely breathing.

Seeing unknown men barging into the room, the beings wearing white robes inside the room frowned, however, as their eyes fell on the 21 bodies that these men brought, their expression changed.

"Lord Sylvarion! We need your help!" The man shouted.

The Lord Sylvarion he mentioned was an elf and one of the most well-known healers currently present in the Order.

Seeing their expression, Sylvarion didn't waste any time either, waving his hand, he took over control of 21 injured cultivators' bodies and placed them on the beds. The man blinked in surprise, he knew Sylvarion was strong, probably stronger than him, but to think his Mana would overpower his so quickly and he would take control over his companions' bodies that easily...

How was this possible...?

The man started to wonder but then,

"Their bodies are a complete mess, none of their organs are working, all their bones are crushed, and even their brain has some major injuries, the only reason they are still alive is because they are Divine Stage Cultivators.

And even then, if your arrival had been delayed any further, the chances of saving them would have been completely lost.

They need urgent treatment."

Sylvarion spoke with a grim look on his face. Then, he glanced at the 4 cultivators who brought them here and questioned,

"How did this happen?

Who did they battle with for them to end up in this state?"

Hearing that question, the 4 cultivators' expressions changed, they quickly recalled the frightening experience they just had and their bodies started trembling, seeing their reaction, Sylavrion narrowed his eyes, patiently waiting for their answer as his subordinates started casting some basic healing spells on the injured cultivators.

"I-It was a spar."

The man replied.

The battle between members of the Order, no matter how brutal, was always called a Spar.

"What...?"

Sylvarion's expression changed.

a Spar?" He questioned, his voice

suddenly, a fearsome aura

telling me that this was done by a Member of

trembling because of

that arrogant bastard who thought this was the correct

Sylvarion ordered.

man, of course, didn't

willing

heavier. The pressure the man felt increased. He understood that if he stalled it any further, Sylvarion would kill him, however, he

the situation too

"It was Lady Vyriana..."

woman who accompanied the man

sensing her Aura, we went to her and she ordered

know much about Vyriana either, however, just to be safe, she knelt and was glad she did so. However, this didn't mean she held any

kneel like that, she had never been humiliated to this extent before. She wanted revenge, however, she, who had witnessed Vyriana's strength

to use someone

even see any disciples there! She was clearly lying and just

shouted, blaming everything

as he said

unleashed his fearsome Aura and continued to treat patients,

all paused and glanced at the woman

she nodded to answer Sylvarion's question and the moment she did, Sylvarion's

"Huh?" The woman frowned.

you all

he looked into the woman's

"W-What?"

"But even then...

be foolish enough to

Cultivator in the world for a reason,

had no clue why Sylvarion was talking about

the

now. Maverick, take them to other Wards, I will treat them later. I have other patients I