What is an offensive priest?

Chapter 53 Counterattack!

Dusk slowly enveloped Blackrock Town.

The last rays of the dark red sunset cast a poignant crimson hue over the outline of the church spire.

The adventure team, fully armed, assembled on the stone steps outside the church.

When Avel's crimson pupils swept over the last figure in the group, she involuntarily frowned.

Sister Sharon.

But she wasn't wearing her signature white nun's robe.

Instead, it's a set of simple yet exquisitely crafted silver light nail polish.

The light armor clung to her slender yet upright figure, with fine sun patterns etched on the shoulder guards and breastplate.

Her long, golden hair was no longer loose and flowing over her shoulders, but was braided into a tight and neat plait and pinned up at the back of her head, revealing her fair neck and beautifully shaped jawline.

At this moment, she was standing on tiptoe, focusing intently on adjusting the sacrificial cloak on Richard's shoulders, her movements gentle and skillful.

"Are you going too?"

Avel couldn't help but speak, his voice filled with obvious doubt.

Sharon did not answer immediately.

She simply smoothed out the wrinkles in the ceremonial cloak, then stepped back half a step, her azure eyes surveying her work with satisfaction.

Then he slowly turned around and looked at Avel.

"That's natural."

Sharon's voice was calm, yet carried a tone of matter-of-fact.

"Pastor Richard's injuries have not yet fully healed, and I am responsible for taking care of him."

"It is a nun's duty."

Avel turned to look at Richard, his eyes filled with a silent yearning for confirmation.

A hint of helplessness flashed in Richard's golden eyes.

Clearly, this was not his intention.

"Sister Sharon is exceptionally capable, and having her with me certainly provides a lot of help."

Kro suddenly spoke, his face showing genuine admiration.

During yesterday's battle, he witnessed firsthand Sharon's masterful use of group healing spells and her composure in casting spells even amidst the chaos of the battlefield.

In Kro's heart, this was the kind of team priest he truly wanted to pursue, standing in the rear providing stable support and healing, and protecting his companions with divine power.

As for Lord Richard's ferocious style of charging ahead in chainmail and smashing minotaurs with his fists...

They are better suited to be the team's main damage dealer.

"Thank you for your trust."

Sharon turned to Chloe, her face displaying that flawless, seemingly carefully crafted, gentle smile.

"In the name of the Lord of Dawn"

She raised her hand and gently touched the holy emblem on her chest, her voice solemn.

"I will not let this trust down."

"At least, he's no worse than a certain mage."

Her gaze swept over Avel almost imperceptibly, and the corners of her mouth deepened slightly.

"you--!"

Avel frowned deeply, and a surge of anger instantly ignited in his crimson pupils.

Again!

This woman's words and actions exuded a subtle, tea-like quality!

She was about to blurt out a rebuttal, but when she caught a glimpse of Richard's calm profile, she swallowed it back.

I mustn't lose my composure in front of him and let this woman get her way.

Avel took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, and simply glared coldly at Sharon before falling silent.

The newly appointed Chief of the Guard, Tom, stood awkwardly to one side, wearing a slightly oversized old leather armor.

Richard walked up to him and patted his slightly trembling shoulder.

"Blackrock Town is now in your hands."

Richard's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable trust.

"Do not be nervous."

"Just like Chief of Staff Weiss would be good."

"yes!"

Tom nodded emphatically, his young eyes burning with determination and resolve.

"Reverend Richard, rest assured!"

"I will not let Chief of Staff Weiss down!"

The twilight deepened.

The last glimmer of light on the horizon is about to disappear completely.

"Let's go."

Richard took one last look at the outline of Blackrock Town, then turned and headed towards the Howling Mountains.

Sharon moved naturally to a position slightly behind Richard.

Avel quickly followed, but just as she passed Sharon,

Sharon suddenly turned her head slightly.

Her face still wore that flawless smile, but in her azure eyes, a cold provocation that only Avelle could understand flashed.

"Miss Ansvenka."

Sharon lowered her voice so that only the two of them could hear it.

"Remember to take care of yourself during the battle."

"Don't hold us back."

In response to Sharon's provocation, Avel also lowered his voice and retorted sarcastically.

"You are."

"Just don't be too scared to move!"

But when Richard turned around...

They both looked away at the same time, no longer glancing at each other.

It was as if that brief but intense exchange had never happened.

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Deep within the Wailing Mountains, a goblin stronghold built against the mountainside is shrouded in the heavy darkness and blasphemous whispers.

in the cave.

Vesella, the Drow True Soul, sat cross-legged before the flames.

She removed her black lacquered armor, revealing only a close-fitting black leather armor, her skin covered with fine, spiderweb-like dark purple patterns.

That was the blasphemous blessing of the Most Holy God, slowly healing the wounds within her body.

But a trace of dark purple blood remained at the corner of her mouth, and her breathing was weak and disordered.

Clearly, the residual force of Richard's punch, even though the Chain of Protection ring diverted most of the damage, still caused her considerable harm.

And it was in the corner of the room.

Inside a rusty iron cage lay a cold, stiff, and mangled corpse.

The corpse's original race was unrecognizable; its bones were broken in many places, and its internal organs flowed out from the ruptured chest cavity, solidifying into dark red lumps on the ground.

The only recognizable feature was the Guardian Chain ring on the left ring finger of the corpse.

This corpse is the double that Visera was bound to beforehand.

Most of the damage from Richard's punch was transferred to this substitute through this forbidden ring.

Heavy footsteps came from outside the room.

squeak-

The simple wooden door was pushed open roughly, crashing against the stone wall with a groan of being unable to bear the weight.

A burly figure blocked the doorway.

His massive body completely blocked out the light, casting a deep shadow in the room.

It was over seven feet tall, with muscles as bulging as rocks, and its skin was not dark green, but a strange color of dark brown and dark red intertwined.

Its head was even larger, with a protruding lower jaw and fangs like curved daggers protruding from the corners of its mouth, dripping with foul-smelling saliva.

What's most striking is its eyes, which aren't the typical yellow color of goblins.

Instead, they were two burning dark red flames.

Hobgoblin.

The ruler of all goblin tribes in the Wailing Mountains.

At the same time, he is also a True Soul Being.

"Visera".

The goblin spoke, his voice rough and hoarse like the friction of sand and gravel, yet with a clear tone almost human, quite unlike that of a goblin.

"You'll suffer a crushing defeat even if you conquer a small town like Blackrock."

"We have truly failed the expectations of the Most Holy God."

The goblin stopped in front of Vesera, looking down at the drow sitting cross-legged, his dark red fiery pupils flashing with undisguised mockery.

Visera didn't look up, but spoke softly.

"Grazk".

The voice was calm, yet carried an extreme, suppressed coldness.

Are you lecturing me?

"lesson?"

The goblin Grazik let out a low, menacing laugh.

"I'm just stating the facts."

"The Supreme God gives you strength and an army so that you may continually conquer and spread the glory of the Supreme God."

"Instead of letting you hide here and heal like a stray dog."

Visera finally raised her head.

Her crimson pupils reflected Grazik's massive body and his eyes burning with blasphemous flames.

"That pastor is different."

Visera's voice remained calm, but it carried a hint of apprehension that she herself was unaware of.

"He not only possesses dragon breath, but also some kind of ability to resist psionic energy."

Upon hearing this, Grazic scoffed, his voice filled with disdain.

"No matter what, he's still just a human being."

"Humans deserve to be crushed!"

"Sacrificed to the Supreme God!"

The goblin Grazik turned around, leaving behind his imposing back.

"You don't need to worry about the rest. I will take care of welcoming back the chosen people of the Most Holy God."

Visera clenched her fists, her crimson pupils reflecting the flames burning in the room.

She slowly raised her hand and touched her chest, which was still aching slightly.

The residual force of Richard's punch still seemed to be burning.

"Next time..."

"I'm going to tear you to pieces with my own hands!"