Transmigrated into a fallen priest, Mark clutches the Forbidden Scripture that would make a saint’s face turn black in his left hand, and a cross blessed by the Abyss in his right.
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Monica moved like a ghost through the chaotic shamanic formation.
Each precise thrust of her dagger skillfully evaded the hastily formed magical shield, aiming straight for the shaman's vulnerable throat and back.
Just as an old shaman conjured a thick shield of white bones, Monica's figure slid to his side like an eel, her dagger gleaming coldly as it precisely pierced the fatal pressure point behind his ear.
The old shaman's body stiffened, his shield crumbled, and the life force in his eyes quickly faded.
Anna, on the other hand, focuses on eliminating the most threatening targets.
Under Kyle's protection, she could stare without restraint at the shaman who wanted to cast a large-scale attack spell, forcefully killing him with a magic-piercing arrow infused with natural and shadow magic.
Natural magic is responsible for imprisonment, while shadow magic is responsible for devouring and destroying.
Anyone targeted by Anna was either seriously injured or killed outright.
Massacre! A one-sided massacre!
However, even as they got into the heat of the fight, the six men's eyes remained cold and wary, showing no sign of arrogance.
They knew all too well that this was the heart of the orc army.
If a kill can be achieved in one strike, a second strike will not be used.
Even with the passive effect "Father's Compensation" of Holy Light Healing, which allows them to create vampire roses and put everyone into an extreme mutation state, no one dared to hold back at this time.
Anyway, there are still plenty of orcs. Even if each orc can only obtain one vampire rose, they have plenty of time to enter the extreme mutation state!
Monica's dagger is always swift, accurate, and ruthless, aiming straight for vital points.
Enzo's Lava Impact prioritizes targets with weak defenses or those casting spells, aiming to vaporize them instantly.
Ruby's Blaze aims for instantaneous high-temperature incineration.
They would never linger in battle against heavily armored shaman guards with thick skin and the Stone Skin spell, or high-level shamans whose bodies shimmered with magical aura and were difficult to kill instantly.
Mark's "Eternal Nightmare Judgment" field always distorts the attack trajectory of most magic, causing it to lose balance, interrupting casting, and even triggering its own magical backlash.
Simply turn them into temporary, harmless obstacles to block the rescue routes of other orcs.
"Roar—!! Reinforcements! Protect the shaman!!"
In the distance, the orc overseer who was directing his troops to pursue the golden light let out a furious roar.
The orc wolf rider squadron, originally sent to intercept Elliott and possessing the best mobility, had to rein in its horses.
Under the warlord's ferocious will and the immense threat of the shamanic group's annihilation, they roared in despair, like a pack of wolves being whipped.
The werewolf cavalry split off a force of nearly a hundred men, turned their wolf heads around, kicked up a cloud of mud, and charged madly back towards the shaman's position, which was now engulfed in a carnage!
Mark and his six companions, like sharp daggers, plunged deep into the weak spot of the orc shaman's position.
The experience points provided by the high-ranking shamans surged into their bodies like a burst dam, and each kill brought a tremor to their souls and a clear increase in power.
In the chaotic center of the shaman's position, they swiftly cleared out a bloody foothold!
"Hold on tight! Area attack!"
Mark's voice cut through the sounds of battle, cold and resolute.
Anna understood immediately.
Her gaze was sharp as lightning, instantly locking onto the seven or eight shamans in front of her who had hastily gathered in panic, attempting to cast a spell together.
The bowstring hummed, and a rain of arrows covering an astonishing area was released from the bow!
The arrow, formed from a highly compressed blend of natural and shadow magic, pierced the air with a piercing shriek, like a dark cloud of death pouring down!
Puff puff puff puff—!
The arrows pierced precisely through the fragile shields hastily erected by the shamans, embedding themselves deeply into their bodies.
There was no earth-shattering explosion, only an eerie silence.
The next second, all the shamans who were hit by arrows suddenly had an eerie red light bursting from their wounds!
One after another, the blood-red roses, so beautiful they were almost eerie, grew and bloomed wildly from their wounds, mouths, noses, and even eye sockets at a speed visible to the naked eye!
The petals are delicate and vibrant, but the stamens are like blood-sucking worms, greedily absorbing the life force and magic of their host.
Faced with these suddenly sprouting, vibrant roses, the shamans cried out in terror.
They were experts in playing with curses and magic, so how could they not see what these things growing on their bodies meant!
But they couldn't find a way to deal with it, and they didn't have time to hide.
"Shatter the rose!"
Mark roared, his cross-shaped longsword flashing with a sharp, seven-colored black light, precisely shattering the giant blood rose blooming on the head of a shaman beside him.
Bang!
The rose shattered, transforming into dense, almost tangible, crimson light that instantly entered Mark's body.
A gentle energy exploded throughout his body, and a seven-colored black light flashed wildly deep within his pupils, causing his aura to suddenly surge!
Of course, he couldn't enter the ultimate mutation state; breaking the Vampire Rose was just to restore his condition.
Enzo, Monica, and Anna, without hesitation, shattered the crimson roses blooming on the shamans around them as if harvesting crops.
Each shattering brought a dramatic increase in power; it was as if molten lava was flowing beneath their skin, and their sense of power and bloodlust rose in tandem.
The shamans whose vampire roses were shattered withered and died at a visible speed, instantly losing all ability to resist and becoming nourishment for these flowers of death.
Even though Monica and Anna were very fast, the one who underwent the first qualitative change was the little M on Mark's shoulder!
Without the Limit Mutation, Little Mu's attacks were actually far inferior to those of the other members of the team.
So, right at the start of the battle, Little Mu was already harvesting the vampire roses growing on the enemies who were instantly killed.
After it absorbed the abnormal holy water produced by the mutation of the pure life energy contained in the vampire rose, the seven-colored black light burst forth with unprecedented brightness!
Buzz—!
A strange hum, seemingly from the depths of the universe, instantly drowned out the clamor of the entire battlefield, causing the space to tremble.
Amidst the horrified gazes of everyone, at the core of the light, a ferocious yet sacred pale bone crown suddenly emerged from Xiao Mu's body!
It seemed to have found its true master, hovering steadily above Little Mu's head.
Within the seven gems inlaid on the crown, the flowing seven-colored black light was more active than ever before, resonating with the immense power of Xiao Mu after his extreme transformation!
The light surged and then instantly subsided.
A brand new entity stands proudly in mid-air.
Her figure was slender and perfect, and her body was covered with an ancient battle suit that flowed with seven-colored black light, as if it were woven from solidified stars and abyss.
Three pairs of light wings unfolded behind it.
Darkness and holy light, the dead and stars intertwine, and the same seven-colored black light flows on the surface. Every slight fanning creates ripples in the space.
The Archangels have returned!
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