Voluendary Battle (Part 2) (1/2)
Chapter 37 — The Legendary Battle (Part 2)
Translator: SaltyTank
Editor: AyaSnow
Alorious city had now fallen into ruin Searing flas intowreckage pled for help, but there was no one who could save these poor co streets, and lilac-blue soul flaan to appear in the sockets of the pale white skeletons lying on the ground Incantations spoken in the blasphean tottering toward the only area which remained intact in the city eapons in their hands
The shrine area—it was the only undaave off a diht The shrine guards in full plate aruards who luckily survived standing behind theraceful priests and priestesses who liked preaching about the teachings of their Gods had reed into heavy are, they were not mere spellcasters, but also had decent close combat skills
Annalynne, the priestess who had helped Soran and Vivian, stood ast the a knight shi+eld in her left hand and a flail in her right Flails were difficult to use, but they could deal exceptional dae to ene , every other weapon apart fro to her, which hy she chose to learn to use this unique yet dangerous weapon
A sli silverish white half-plate while holding a flail and a shi+eld provided quite the visual ioes to sho dire the situation was
Even priests-in-training had to take part in the battle; behind the in fear as they awaited their destiny
The blasphe the evil followers of the fallen existed those ere called blasphe in the blasphee in order to weaken the divine protection of the shrines The eight terror knights surrounded the shrine area, their night out sulphurous flas; they were the dead citizens which were forcefully revived by the spell Create Undead and would dissipate into thin air at dawn the next day
Yet the survivors ht not radually weakening The terror knights urged their anxious steeds to press on; even though the nighthts and approached the shrine where the shrine guardsuards could handle With eight Legendary-grade terror knights present, even the entire combat force of Ae on this fallen city
Fear spread aiven up all hope and was about to face their fate, a strange commotion arose fro the crying survivors knowing full well that they did not stand a chance against the terror knights They told the survivors that even if they died, their souls would be received by the Gods and would be granted lives of eternal peace in the do on their knees, asking their Gods to grant the that they would resist to the bitter end
As long as the divine power of the Gods remained uncontaminated, their souls would also reuards shouted out of the blue with a surprised look and pointed to the front
”Look over there!”
An inconspicuous figure e out of nowhere was bald and only equipped with rough clothesstrap; he was unar the living being nearby Group after group, the undeads attacked the hosts slashed at hi their swords at their target
Yet he was entirely unperturbed
The attacks seemed to have connected, but they did not even hurt his body hair, let alone deal hie The bald , and he showed signs of relief after seeing the survivors in the shrine
”Glad I round and launched a shockwave
That single attack sent hundreds of undeads flying It cracked and created web-like patterns on the ground, shattering the ground into mere pebbles within a hundred-meter radius
”Perfect Self!” Bishop Phil shouted in disbelief ”Set up a defensive fors!
”Hold out till daybreak and we'll be saved!”
Who would have thought that the inconspicuous endary Monk, he also chose the least popular Monk archetype, Ascetic (Ascetics did not wear arendary One-inch Punch!
Theacross dozens of meters at once He clenched his fist and punched the skeleton knight, causing it to shudder within its are, but the skeleton knight's bones within were co it into a pile of powdery bones
—Firestor at him from all directions, theball of fla ene out one after another, the heatwave expanding along with the searing flames The powerful heatwave sent dust all over the place, and the undeads were knocked back up to tenlike a line of dominos, the blasphemous priests finally noticed the an casting spells, shooting rays of evil light at the distantthe undeads all alone
—Umbra Force!
The monk reold, and a silver aura filled with qi surrounded his body, negating all the incoreat leap, and his body disappeared into thin air
—Empty Body!
—Trackless Step!
Theas he chopped his target with his hand
—Mage Ary barrier blocked the monk's attack as it covered the evil priest who now had rock-like skin The nearby blasphe swiftly and protected they