What is an offensive priest?

Chapter 11 The Holy Iron Fist!

The black-robed priest held a bone-white staff in his hand.

The previously dim blasphemous runes on the staff's surface suddenly lit up, emitting a foul, dark purple light.

The staff is raised high.

hum-

An invisible wave spread out from the black-robed priest.

On the church floor, the shattered remains of the skulls that Richard and his men had previously destroyed began to tremble and coalesce...

One by one, the broken but still functional skeleton warriors rose again.

"No, this will never end."

"We have to find a way to get rid of him!"

Avel gritted his teeth and unleashed three magic missiles.

The purplish-red energy blast precisely struck a newly reconstructed skeleton, blasting it apart once more.

But before the shattered bones could hit the ground, they coalesced again under the influence of the staff's energy.

"Leave it to me!"

Richard let out a low shout and slammed his right fist out.

The skeleton warrior's breastplate caved in with a thud, and with a muffled cracking sound, its entire torso exploded, scattering bone fragments everywhere.

He charged forward, stepping over the scattered bone fragments, his target the black-robed priest on the altar.

The black-robed priest opened his jaw and let out a gurgling laugh, like stones clattering together.

The shriveled eyeball at the top of the staff suddenly came to life, its pupils spinning wildly before finally locking onto Richard.

A viscous, dark energy shot out from the pupil, moving so fast that it left only a distorted afterimage in the air.

Before Richard could dodge, everything went black.

It's not just about the visual aspect.

Richard could feel a cold, filthy force frantically eroding his senses.

The roars of Kro, the grinding of bones, and the explosions of magic in his ears all quickly faded and blurred, eventually fading into deathly silence.

It's as if the person is completely isolated from the world.

Richard stood still, motionless.

To outsiders, he seemed to have suddenly turned into a stone statue.

His eyes were vacant, his breathing was stagnant, and even the rise and fall of his chest was barely perceptible.

Seeing that Richard in front of him had lost his fighting ability.

The black-robed priest rotated his skull, and eerie green soulfire swept over the remaining three.

The staff was swung again.

The withered eyeball at the top of the staff suddenly spun, and an invisible ripple carrying the suppression of laws spread out, instantly enveloping the entire church.

A dense aura of negative energy enveloped everyone.

The pale golden holy light that had been flowing on the fine iron longsword in Kro's hand quickly dimmed and dissipated as if it had been extinguished by water.

The shield spell cast by the Drow spell on his teammates was also interrupted due to loss of focus.

It's the art of collective silence!

Within this realm, all spells and prayers that require sound guidance cannot be cast, and even existing magical effects will be forced to terminate.

Having lost Richard, their strongest physical combatant, and with their own magic completely sealed, the three members of the adventure team were immediately plunged into a desperate situation.

Skeleton warriors rose up in an endless stream, surging forward like a tide.

Kro could only rely on his physical skills and armor to withstand the blows, and each strike required three times the force of the previous one to smash the skeleton soldier.

The silver-white armor was quickly covered with claw marks and hammer marks, and the left shoulder armor was even dented by a heavy hammer blow, causing excruciating pain to the bone underneath.

The situation is extremely precarious.

On the altar, the black-robed priest silently watched all this, a ghostly green flame burning in his eye sockets, revealing a chilling smile.

On the other side

Richard did not appear too panicked after losing his senses.

He sank his consciousness deep into his heart.

There was no light, no sound, and no outside disturbances there.

There was only a pure and warm dawn.

That was the temperature he felt the first time he held the Sun Emblem.

In the darkness, it seemed as if an ancient, sacred voice was guiding him.

Listening to the voice within his heart, Richard, though unaware of the external situation, resolutely took a step forward.

The black-robed priest's eyes flickered with a ghostly green flame. He turned to look at Richard, his face, already turned to skeletal bones, revealing a look of astonishment.

Richard did not stop; guided by the light, his steps became even more determined.

With each step he took, a faint, divine light would appear in his hand, gradually solidifying.

The black-robed priest finally realized the danger and frantically waved his staff, trying to unleash a stronger curse.

But it was too late.

Richard had already arrived in front of him, his right fist slowly retracting to his waist under the shroud of divine light.

It suddenly blasted away.

No aiming is required.

The Holy Light will guide the direction of your fist!

The fist pierced through the negative energy shield hastily conjured by the black-robed priest and slammed solidly into that skeletal face.

Click!

The crisp sound of bones cracking echoed through the deathly silent church.

The black-robed priest's withered body fell backward, his jawbone shattering and flying everywhere, the eerie green soul flame flickering wildly before finally going out!

The bone-white staff in his hand fell to the ground, and spiderweb-like cracks quickly spread from his shriveled eyeballs.

It exploded with a bang!

The shriveled eyeballs turned into a pool of filthy pus, and the light of the blasphemous runes was extinguished instantly.

The two high-level spells cast by the black-robed priest collapsed like a sand tower whose foundation had been removed.

Richard's vision cleared, and the dimly lit church came into view again.

[Defeat the Necromancer, experience points +200]

[Entry Upgrade]

[Unarmed Combat Lv1 → Holy Iron Fist Lv2 (0/200)]

[Quality: Rare]

[Effect: Damage values ​​stack, punches are imbued with a radiant effect, dealing massive radiant damage to enemies.]

The Silent Realm Collapsed.

The fine iron longsword in the hands of the paladin Crow once again shone with a holy light.

Avel also felt the magic flow again, and the incantation was finally able to be uttered smoothly.

The skeleton warriors in the distance froze in their tracks.

The eerie green flames in their eyes gradually died down, their bones creaked slightly, and finally shattered on the ground with a clatter, turning back into a pile of lifeless skeletons.

Deprived of the negative energy provided by the staff, these undead skeletons, who had been forcibly awakened, fell back into slumber.

The church returned to silence.

"Is everything alright?"

Richard's voice broke the silence as his gaze swept over his companions one by one.

Paladin Kro, panting heavily, sheathed his fine iron longsword. His silver armor was dented and pitted in many places from the blows of the skeleton warriors.

"It's nothing serious."

Avir has been providing magical support from the rear, so the situation is slightly better.

Aside from consuming some spell slots, they did not suffer any damage.

He stared at the black-robed priest's corpse on the altar, now transformed into an undead creature, his crimson eyes revealing surprise.

"This guy actually knows necromancy."

Richard shook his head slightly.

"He is not the one who cast the spell."

"What do you mean?" Kro turned to look. "We saw him chant incantations and awaken these sleeping skeleton warriors."

Richard turned around, his gaze fixed on the enormous coffin in the center of the church, his voice resounding.

"It's guiding divine power!"

As a priest himself, he could sense that the person was not a sorcerer, but rather someone who borrowed power from somewhere by guiding divine forces.

The true source of power lies hidden within that coffin!