27 The Holy Master Part 2 (1/2)

When Lucas saw that Cook was in danger, he withdrew his three-edged dagger and charged towards the holy master without hesitation. Without even turning his head, the holy master waved his hand and a shield of light appeared behind his body. The shield blocked the three-edged dagger and brought it to the ground with a clang. Lucas jumped out of the battle zone and took out his short bow. At that moment, Sarah dashed forward, her snake-like flexible sword aimed at the holy master's ankle. However, when she curled up her body and positioned herself at a low angle, she had poised herself for defeat.

Seeing Sarah, the holy master frowned. He pointed his finger downwards and a white light shot out, hitting Sarah's flexible sword. Sarah felt a scorching heat on the palm holding her sword, and practically smelled her flesh burning.

Bang! Cook fell heavily to the ground, the impact of his fall greater than if he had fallen naturally. Even Saleen, who was far off in the distance, could hear the breaking of Cook's bones.

Immediately, a shot of black light aimed at the holy master's chest flew from Lucas' bow. Lucas, afraid that the holy master had killed Cook, repeatedly shot arrows at him. The holy master's white robe continuously emitted a bright light and with every arrow, he retreated half a step. However, none of the arrows pierced his white robe.

Lucas withdrew, as Canghong had gotten himself into a precarious situation. The last standing swordsman who was clearly the squad leader was dressed in magic armor. On some occasions, he did not duck from the leather whip that was aimed at him by Canghong. Sparks of fire splattered out as though the strikes could hardly hurt his body. Despite this, he did not stop moving his sword, creating two gashes on Canghong's metal armor.

Pino was already injured, as he had been shot by four of the arrows. Of the arrows, two had carried explosives. His face was full of scratches, and there were several metal arrows protruding from his leather armor. When it came to defense, he was not as capable as Saleen. It was his agility that had helped him escape from the most fatal attacks. The opponent had managed to cause such damage to their squad despite not being able to aim accurately. If Lucas had not used those two eagle plumes against them, the squad would have been crushed.

As the white light entered the fog, the holy master appeared in front of Saleen. Grade 1 magic was no match for senior divinity. This he already knew. Once the holy master emerged, there was no chance that their opponents would launch a surprise attack. The result of this battle was doomed.

Saleen's magic had destroyed the opponent's archers and also killed two bandits. Sika had demolished the opponent's heavily armored swordsman, which prevented Canghong's squad from being attacked from all sides.

Saleen felt that Sika was truly brutal. Her huge cudgel had hair attached to it, which he found disgusting. On the other end of the cudgel was the swordsman in heavy armor who had a steel helmet. If he hadn't been struck into pieces with one blow, the hair at the end of Sika's cudgel would not be there.

On the other hand, Sika did not see anything wrong in what she had done, as she was only protecting Saleen. In her heart, his standing was equivalent to that of the priest in her village. Protecting the priest was the responsibility of every Caucasus individual. In addition, she owed Saleen a few hundred gold coins. Therefore, whoever dared to touch Saleen would have their skull broken in one blow by her cudgel. It was the fear of every Caucasus individual to have his or her creditor die.

Pino quietly dressed his wound. Saleen took his metal water flask and passed it to him.

”This is restorative water. There is poison in your wound. Give it a wash.” Saleen saw that Pino's flesh had begun to turn black and purple, and could not stand by doing nothing.

”Thank you.” Pino grit his teeth and took the water flask from him. He was now well aware that Saleen had placed him in the center of the fog to bait their opponent into firing. He did not hold any grudges towards him, for if it had been up to Canghong, he would have done the same. No regiment would be foolish enough to allow a mage to face off with their opponent's archers. As long as the mage was alive, the squad had a chance of reversing their fates.

As expected, Saleen's restorative water worked better than medicine. It might have taken effect more slowly with internal injuries, but after a wash, the poison in the surface of Pino's wound had been cleared away.

Sarah ran towards Canghong and he dodged, giving up his place. As Sarah held her sword in her left hand, ready to attack, Canghong used his long whip to pull the injured Cook back.

In less than a minute, this was followed by the sound of the Falcon Regiment grouping together.

”Stop!” The holy master shouted, having no place to retreat. However, no one stopped as they had already killed eight people and it was too late for talks of diplomacy. The opponent had laid an ambush and had not had good intentions to start with.

”I am from the Holy See. Today's incident was an accident,” the holy master yelled in frustration. His power was greater than his that of his opponents, but he lacked coordination. Attacking divine spells were, after all, not magic. It would be impossible for him to kill all of his opponents.

Saleen narrowed his gaze and whispered, ”Sika, did you kill the holy master in the back?”