Chapter 618: Worse than death (1/2)

GDK 618: Worse than death

As soon as the old shaman charged forward, the berserk energy contained in his body flared up, enhancing his power and speed, and allowing him to arrive before Han Shuo in a split second. His calloused, palm leaf-sized hand bolted out along with it, aiming at Han Shuo’s neck.

The old shaman did not summon mighty beasts as he routinely would, nor did he utilize special shamanic techniques. Rather, he simply activated the explosive energy stored within his body and suddenly launched melee attacks. Han Shuo had not foreseen this.

The three experts of the Church of Light, the Light Pope and two demigod experts, appeared to be waiting for the old shaman to strike first. Splendid radiance shone from the trio’s eyes when the old shaman suddenly rushed towards Han Shuo and they followed suit.

The divine knight was just one step behind the old shaman and was charging at Han Shuo from an angle. After a flash of light, out of nowhere, a pike glistening with holy radiances appeared in his grasp. The pike was around three and a half meters long and gave off golden rays. It contained a terrifying amount of holy energy.

Meanwhile, the Light Pope and that light divine magus lowered their heads at the same time and mumbled some cryptic incantations. The Pope was clasping the Holy Grail and the olive branches. The papal tiara that he wore on his head also contained an astonishing amount of divine energy. Amazingly, by relying on the Holy Grail and olive branches in his hands and the Light Papal Tiara on his head, more and more energy accumulated inside his body. The element of light continuously converged on those three divine weapons and they steadily flowed into his body, raising the energy in his body.

The light divine magus held on tightly to a cross and kept it close to his chest. Golden rays shone from the cross and a pair of wings made of light suddenly grew from his back. The pair of glowing wings coupled with him hovering in mid-air made him look as though he was a non-mortal. It seemed that the cross this demigod light magus was holding so dearly must be another divine weapon of the Church of Light. The church had really utilized plenty of their assets on this operation.

As for the last two attackers, the two sacred magi, due to their overwhelming fear of Han Shuo, they couldn’t seem to react when the rest of their teammates attacked. They foolishly stared ahead and forgot to act in tandem with their Church of Light and orc teammates. It appeared that Han Shuo’s conduct at the Shrine of Ice headquarters had struck fear deep into their hearts, causing them to hesitate to strike in this situation.

Although all this had taken place in just a fraction of a second, Han Shuo’s consciousness was so utilitarian that it could peer all around and give Han Shuo a clear and detailed picture of everyone’s actions.

Han Shuo looked calmly at that old shaman’s big hand covered with calluses. He squinted his eyes slightly as ruthless, murderous and ominous glints glittered from them. He remained still and stood tall on the same ground like a deeply rooted tree.

As Han Shuo did not move a muscle, naturally, that old shaman managed to grab Han Shuo’s neck. The old shaman’s fierce hand that shacked Han Shuo’s neck had visible veins popping out of it that looked akin to small slithering snakes. His eyes filled with rancor suddenly had a trace of pleasant surprise. He had never expected that his attack would come off so easily.

Creak…The moment that the old shaman’s big hand buckled Han Shuo’s neck, he strained every muscle in his hand and squeezed. The berserk energy in his body erupted like a bomb. Immediately after he had exerted all his strength in tightening his grip, a clear and crisp noise sounded.

He was surprised yet again, and in the best way possible. At this moment, the old shaman thought that Han Shuo in reality was absolutely far from being as formidable as was told in hearsay. With the resentment from the deaths of his several hundred thousand orc brothers in mind, the old shaman’s hand clenched tighter and tighter. It seemed as though Han Shuo’s neck would snap cleanly into two at any moment.