Chapter 33 Holy Light vs.
Chapter 33 Holy Light vs Holy Light
Othelwell fought casually.
This was, after all, the mountainous region of Makara under the blockade of the Four Nations Convention, and he was a fourth level paladin.
Originally, he was afraid of the warrior who supposedly wouldn’t fall no matter what.
But now that the other party wasn’t there, he himself was the force ceiling here.
The task Donald gave him was simple:
Kill the necromancers here and purify the evil.
Knock out this group of hicks from the Neutral Warzone, and also deter the opponents, and even allies, who stood behind them.
As for now there was one more.
Break that little noble’s neck.
Who let him speak ill of himself?
He didn’t find the hidden armored man in front of him that difficult to deal with, he was enough to overpower his opponent by his strength.
What was so difficult about a warrior with a shield?
It wasn’t like he was a gladiator on the Zan Luo Plateau.
Those guys fought with ghostly cries and summoned their own fathers to their bodies when they moved.
Then dad summons dad again, and the powerful ones can iterate for five or six generations!
The most critical thing is that this group of dead souls actually do not have the slightest fear of holy light …….
But the person in front of me is an ordinary human warrior.
The only strange thing is that the other party’s helmet slits flashed a touch of gold color from time to time.
A human with golden pupils?
That’s really rare.
He relied on his stocky body to completely overpower his opponent, easily pushing away the …… uh, anvil that was calling out towards him at every turn?
What kind of weapons are these hillbillies using ……
At the same time, each of his swords caused his opponent to take several steps back.
Weak!
Too weak!
If he didn’t have to be distracted by the attacks coming from all directions, he would have resolved his opponent long ago.
But as he fought, he felt a wave of annoyance.
His opponent’s strength was clearly inferior to his own, yet he had a keen sense of perception.
It was as if he saw through his every move, always moving that damn shield to the exact spot beforehand.
Damn ……
What was the origin of that thick shield that emanated the color of blood?
How could one’s Holy Light Shock actually be smashed?
Slap!
Othelwell suddenly did a backward chop, and his battle intuition allowed him to dodge one of the most common elemental shocks.
At the same time, he slashed a water balloon with his sword blade.
No, those guys around him were gradually picking up steam, they were starting to get real.
Can’t go on like this!
Even if it would hurt him by mistake, he had to let go, the big deal was that he would let Donald wipe his ass in the end!
Sensing the evil looming behind him, he thrust his sword into the ground with both hands.
“Holy Light Impact!”
After angrily shouting, a circle of golden shockwaves suddenly erupted from within Osserville’s body!
The pitch-black wandering souls that had just been summoned by Gitil melted away before they had a chance to get close.
The people involved in the siege were also knocked over.
Some were stunned, others were sent flying and fainted when they hit the wall hard.
Fortunately, the old mage held up his shield, which protected George.
The closest Catching Goat couldn’t dodge at all, and his armor dented violently, shattering several ribs.
The most tragic part was the helmet, which directly split in two and cracked open!
A skeleton head emerged.
Othelwell’s pupils quaked!
Undead …… Undead????
He looked incredulously at the opponent’s feet-
A cracked golden blaze was as dense as a spider web.
That’s my ‘devotion’……
Yet this Undead stepped on it just like that ……
Suddenly, the opponent moved!
It stepped forward with a big stride on the golden holy light blaze.
Just as he had rushed towards Dylan Gitil in the first place.
With every step, holy light burst forth ……
Every step left golden flame footprints on the ground ……
Two puddles of holy flames iterated together, and outsiders couldn’t see what this meant.
–The holy flame, of course, is Othello’s.
But the Flame of Cleansing Sin himself had his eyes glazed over!
That wasn’t his skill ……
That was his opponent’s!
In his daze, the odd skeleton had already arrived in front of him, then raised that ridiculous bone-chopping blade.
Clang clang clang!
The opponent’s attack was suddenly as continuous as a tidal wave.
Othelwell was as flustered as a numbness in his heart, plus he didn’t dare to touch that weird holy flame, and hastily retreated back and forth.
He didn’t realize in the slightest that he had left the range of his holy flame step by step.
Just then, a crashing sound came from behind!
Clank!
There was a sneak attack!
Othelwell swung his sword in a circular horizontal circle with both hands, and the sword was bathed in holy light that looked like liquid.
But the sneak attacker dodged short as if he had not seen it coming.
He did not see a hole in his armor.
The scales of victory began to tilt from this moment.
…
Just looking at the surface, Catching Sheep was cold as if he was a fighting machine.
But in reality–
“Crap, dude learned to dedicate! Dude learned to dedicate! Dude’s not a shield warrior anymore!”
By repeatedly shuffling his feet in devotion, he also mastered this skill.
Catch the Goat: “The ‘force field’ guess was right, it’s true that you still have to be in a battle with the same attribute to learn the skill.” Teacher Xia: “I still think you have more potential as a warrior, you can force your opponent to leave the range of devotion even with such a large difference in attributes.”
He said as he watched for the right moment to sneak up on Othelwell’s back.
The yellow-green dagger was like a rolling blade slicing through hard cheese, cutting a tough but hard slit in the tawdry armor.
General Sa: “Does this grandson know Holy Shield?”
The arrows he shot out either didn’t break defense or were blocked, this battle was useless and could only move his mouth.
Catch the Goat: “A level 4 Holy Rider ironically will, but it can be interrupted.”
“Huh?” Mr. Sa froze, “Holy Shield Technique can still be interrupted?”
He had always thought it was instantaneous invincibility.
Catch the Goat: “Not in the game, but here is reality, there is bound to be a tiny interval from the time it is activated to the time it becomes fully effective, this is not hard to find out when he used Consecration and the Ring (Holy Light Impact), I guess it has something to do with the principle of driving the energy.”
Mr. Xia: “Try your best, the time to spell out your reactions has come! Watch me physically lock my throat!”
Mr. Sa: “Damn it, but if I had Mourning Arrows, this would be a done deal.”
Mr. Xia laughed and scolded, “A consumable of 1500 gold coins, if you don’t take it to fight a godly war, you’ll be shooting ants here!”
“Just wait, Heine will buy it for me sooner or later!”
“You fucking what is this green tea speech ……”
…
Interrupt Holy Shield?
It’s hard to believe that this guy will still be invincible to Hearthstone?
Heine had remained invisible since dragging the mountain people’s representative into the quagmire of battle.
He took advantage of the chaos to shrink into the crowd and swim through it.
Some of them clearly had a grudge against Eternal Dawn, and they hit hard.
Some of them were worried, fearing that they would be liquidated if they angered the People of Gold.
For example, the tall, skinny hybrid hunter whose father’s aesthetics had been spat out by Chief Sa.
Most of the arrows he shot out lodged in Goat, well, Ben was sheepish.
It sounded like he was from a farm in the eastern suburbs and was worried about his business.
After all, everyone knew that the Silver Folk of the Whispering Woods wore the same pants as the Gold Folk of the Luku Plains.
There was also an elderly mage in old robes, who was the one who had saved George from being taken out by the guards.
This was the first time Heine had seen a mage, and it wasn’t quite the same as the mages he remembered rubbing fireballs.
His opponent used shield once and flash once, and never made a move after that.
From the respectful attitude of the people around him, it wasn’t hard to tell that the other party’s status was quite high.
Luckily, his attention was focused on the field and he didn’t have time to care about his surroundings.
At this moment, they were discussing the skeleton that wasn’t afraid of holy light, as well as Heine who suddenly jumped out just now.
However, the topic was quickly brought back to the situation.
“Is he …… he going to be alright?” The hunter asked in a small voice, “I don’t want to bear the wrath of Eternal Dawn.”
At this point Orthwell was actually being pressured by Catch the Sheep.
The mage grunted, “A knight who can use Holy Light Blast is at least a level four elite who has mastered the Holy Shield technique.”
The hunter sighed in relief.
“No problem then.”
A Cornu sneered, “You’re not fighting for the Lords now?”
The hunter’s face went white.
He peeked around the room and realized George had left before it became more natural.
There was another low scoff from a few of the men, laughing at his cowardice.
Heine mentally lamented the fact that this was George’s appendage.
By this time the situation on the field was completely reversed.
With a hole chiseled out of Othelwell’s armor by Teacher Xia, the yellow-green dagger brought out shovelfuls of blood.
The paladin’s face instantly turned green.
Truly-masked in a grass-green color!
His reflexes were noticeably sluggish, his footsteps were loose, and even the force of his sword swing was weakened to the naked eye.
“He’s already preparing a Holy Shield spell.” The old mage suddenly spoke.
“How do you know?” Hunter was puzzled.
“Redneck.”
He snorted, but gave an explanation.
“Look at his neck, the power of the holy light flows through the blood through the heart towards the body, the veins in the neck are the most visible.”
At that Heine immediately stared at Othelwell’s neck and realized that indeed the “golden” tendons were bulging.
At this time the light was very faint, probably still brewing.
Catching sheep guessed correctly, such a powerful skill is bound to be not instantaneous, at least have to pad.
He quietly slipped behind Dylan.
The latter was alert as a cat and immediately spotted him.
“What man!?”
“Hush, it’s me.”
Heine couldn’t care much and quickly repeated the information he had just heard.
“…… So do you have a way to stop his Holy Shield Technique?”
Dylan stared dead at Othelwell on the field with a smile that was both quick and sinister.
“I’m going to make him regret it!”
(End of chapter)