Chapter 116: Flower Rain from the Sky
Crown removed the golden light protection from his body, and then reactivated it with another hand seal.
This activation method is a one-time defense, and being attacked will gradually reduce the "durability" of the shield.
There were many enemies just now, and in order to kill the enemies quickly, he did not dodge most of the time, and just took the attacks and dealt damage in their faces.
Now that many wolf riders have been killed, we must save enough Sunfire Liquid to deal with the wild boar monsters.
After killing a few more wolf riders, he heard the sound of fighting coming from the house nearby and immediately rushed in.
The dark hammer came towards him, and Crown dodged the attack by leaning sideways. He swung his sword at the attacker, with the tip of the sword resting on the opponent's Adam's apple.
"It's me," Del smiled awkwardly, took a careful step back, and wiped the sweat from his forehead, "I thought it was an enemy."
"Are you okay? Can you still fight?"
Clown took a look at him. There were several deep claw marks on his face and a long and narrow knife wound on his forehead. The leather armor on his chest was cut open, and bright red blood was flowing inside. One of his legs was covered in blood, and the clothes at the thigh were torn, and the scenery inside could be vaguely seen.
At his feet lay two wolves with their heads chopped off.
"It's okay. I've killed at least seven or eight cultists, if not ten. I can still keep fighting," said Del, with no fear on his face.
"Stay in the house and bandage your wound first, don't try to be brave," Crowne said simply and left the cabin.
. . . .
Crown jumped onto the wooden house and leaped forward on the roof while observing the current situation.
He found that the narrow streets were littered with humans, wargs, and wolf riders who had died in various ways.
A warg bit off the man's throat. A wooden stick was stuck in its anus, which was probably a wooden spear.
The pagan fell to the ground, holding the scimitar in one hand and his head in the other, but his own head disappeared.
Even more people died among the residents of the camp.
The battle had entered the street fighting stage, and Crown was unable to obtain more detailed information.
He no longer looked for the lone wolf riders and quickly rushed towards the main battlefield.
In the southeast corner of the camp, it seemed as if a large-scale demolition was taking place, with wooden houses collapsing one after another, raising clouds of dust and snow.
Needless to say, that was the place where the priest stopped the wild boar evil creature.
Clown and Nick reunited, and he saw that the halo of the thick gray-white spiritual armor on the evil creature had dimmed a lot.
Its originally broken fangs were now broken from the roots, and a forearm-long wound appeared on its belly.
Through the translucent spiritual armor, he found a yellow-green liquid oozing out from there.
Clown walked to Nick's left side, and the three of them formed a V-shape to surround the evil creature. He saw the shield raised by the priest shaking slightly, half of the witcher's face was covered in blood, and his messy hair fluttered in the wind.
He felt like he had entered an icy area. A bone-chilling chill spread throughout him. He could faintly hear the wailing of humans and animals.
The sound is very ethereal, but it scratches people's hearts and makes them feel irritated and anxious.
The golden light protecting the body gave off a warmth that blocked the chill, and a refreshing breeze blew through the mind, soothing the irritability and anxiety.
When the wild boar monster saw another person coming, its eyes rolled around.
It opened its mouth wide, and Clown felt a gust of cold wind blowing past. White shadows flashed before his eyes and fell into the monster's mouth.
Afterwards, the spiritual armor around its body became thicker again at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The monster roared like a ghost or a wolf howling, lowered its head and swallowed a human corpse, then looked at them provocatively.
Is it absorbing the souls of dead creatures? This beast will also use war to feed war. Clown grasped his weapon tightly and asked how to attack next: "How should I cooperate with everyone?"
Nick took a half step back and said, "I will try my best to resist its frontal attack. You two must use your strongest means to break its spiritual armor and cause it fatal injuries in a short time, otherwise we will all be exhausted to death."
Geralt added, panting, "The evil creature is much stronger than last time. I suspect it is on the verge of becoming a third-level creature. We broke the armor twice, but were unable to do enough damage to it.
Now that we have one more person, we should have a chance to keep it here. If we can't kill it today, we might have to run for our lives, and it will surely become stronger and come back to slaughter the camp."
"Attack, use your strongest means, I can't hold on any longer," Nick shouted, waving his shield and flail, charging forward.
. . . .
Seven or eight demon birds were circling in the gray fog above the camp. In the middle of the leader's forehead, there was a green spherical pattern covered with tentacles, and the tentacles were slowly swinging.
Sometimes it disappeared in the gray fog, and sometimes it poked its head out to observe the situation below. The little demon birds were circling around it.
In the gray fog outside the camp, a petite and charming woman closed her eyes. She was Oppaiia. A giant brown bear was crawling at her feet, and six soul-blood warriors were surrounding her, leading black wolves.
At this time, her vision was connected with the demon bird leader, and she "saw" three humans surrounding the blood soul beast, and a pagan holding a shield and wearing armor launched a fearless charge.
Oppaia sneered, she had been observing this battlefield for a long time. This pagan had charged countless times, but returned empty-handed every time. If it weren't for the white-haired man desperately attacking the soul beast to rescue him, he would have died long ago.
Now, after such a long and hard battle, the two enemies have reached the end of their strength, and their attack speed and the damage they cause to the soul beasts are much lower than at the beginning.
On the other hand, the soul beasts have retained most of their strength by fighting to survive, and it is only a matter of time before these people are defeated.
She gave orders to the demon birds, and the leader of the demon birds began to land and fly at a low altitude, looking for the surviving tribal warriors.
A conspicuous white giant wolf corpse appeared in her field of vision. She hurriedly ordered the demon bird to hover nearby. Near the wolf corpse, she found the body of Kurask wearing a necklace of three soul skulls.
Oppaiia was startled, then delighted.
What was shocking was that someone actually killed the tribe's great warrior. In the pagans' classification of supernatural beings, Kurask was a second-level supernatural being, and a leader at this stage. But now he died in a remote town of the alien race. It must be said that it was a tragedy.
The good news is that this great warrior relied on his own strength and did not take her seriously. Now that he died on the battlefield, all the glory will belong to her alone.
The blood soul beast has reached the brink of promotion. If the soul beast completes the promotion, then its strength will reach the same level as the great witch doctor.
There are only two people in the tribe who have reached this level of strength, the other one is the tribal leader.
In that case, even if she returned to the tribe alone, she would be rewarded by the chief witch doctor and could even compete for the next chief witch doctor.
As long as we kill this town, the Blood Soul Beast will definitely be able to advance! Oppaia ordered the demon bird to return to the Soul Beast to watch the battle, then cut off the witchcraft and opened her eyes: "Let's go, we will also join the battle. The Soul Beast will soon get rid of those most difficult pagans, and glory belongs to the tribe."
She straddled the giant black bear's back, gripped the bear's belly and tightened the reins. The giant bear stood up and ran forward roaring.
"Laseri", several mixed-blood warriors raised their scimitars and rode on their wolves.
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The flame patterns on Nick's armor looked like blooming red flowers. He roared and rushed towards the wild boar monster without hesitation.
Only he can directly resist the attacks of evil creatures.
Geralt, silver sword and Valyrian steel sword in hand, rushed at the evil creature from the other side.
There was a flash of scorn in the eyes of the evil wild boar. It scratched the ground lightly with its hooves, immediately digging a deep hole. Then it lowered its head and rushed towards the man holding the shield.
Crown activated a long-lasting state of golden light to protect his body, and quickly followed the priest's charge. The long sword infused with the source of life shone with a fiery red halo.
The priest suddenly threw away the flail when he was about to collide with the evil creature, grasped the shield with both hands and smashed it to the ground: "Flame Guardian!"
An arc-shaped wall of red light shone from the shield.
The wild boar monster slammed heavily into the light wall. What puzzled it was that the enemies that used to be knocked far away by the collision did not move at all this time.
Clown clenched the sword with both hands and stabbed the evil creature's belly frantically. He knew that Nick would not be able to hold on for long with this trick. This might be the priest's last swan song.
His stabbing was like a violent storm, causing ripples on the evil creature's spiritual armor.
On the other side, Geralt was also swinging his sword desperately.
Under the attack of the two, the gray-white spiritual armor of the evil creature kept shining and became thinner, and the spiritual light quickly became dim like a candle in the wind.
The wild boar monster sensed the danger and immediately retreated, trying to swing its head to repel the two humans.
The defensive power of the spirit armor was decreasing rapidly, and with its limited intelligence, it also realized that something was wrong.
Nick saw the evil creature retreating, so he raised his shield and charged again, hitting the shield hard on the evil creature's head.
Klauen moved as the evil creature retreated, attacking without stopping.
The spiritual armor was shattered. The moment it shattered, it released a mental shock, and the desperate wails of countless creatures echoed in the minds of the creatures in this area.
Geralt thrust both weapons into the creature's body, but due to the mental shock, his movements were noticeably slower.
Because of the Purifying Mantra, the strong willpower resistance makes mental attacks have little effect on Clown.
There was no delay in his movements. He thrust out the sword with both hands, and waited until the weapon was completely inserted into the monster's abdomen, then twisted it forcefully.
The red eyeballs on its belly emitted gray rays, but they were all blocked by the golden light protection.
With one hand, Klauen continued to stir the sword inside the monster's body, and with one free hand he took out a stack of golden talismans and slapped them on the monster's belly.
A golden glow bloomed on the talisman, and the monster's flesh and blood melted quickly like ice and snow encountering flames.
"Ah", an invisible shock wave burst out from the wild boar evil creature, blowing the three people around him away. Nick could no longer control his body, the light of the flame guardian dissipated, and the whole person flew to the roof.
The evil creature opened its mouth wide and sucked again. The souls of the dead creatures nearby sank into its mouth one after another. However, his belly had become a balloon with air leaking everywhere, and the souls that were sucked in flew out from the wounds in his belly.
It could no longer activate the spiritual armor. The evil creature wailed and turned around to escape.
"We can't let it go." Nick fell from the roof. He struggled to get up and wanted to chase it, but he was powerless. At this moment, he felt as if his armor weighed a thousand pounds, pressing him so hard that he could not stand upright.
Without his reminder, Klauen and Geralt both chased after it and launched a fierce attack on the evil creature.
As the monster's wounds grew more and more, its body exploded.
Countless shadows flew out of its body. They were its restrained spirits. Rancid pieces of flesh and dark green blood spurted out. These pieces of flesh and liquid fell to the ground, making a sizzling sound.
Geralt's Quen Sigil blocked this 'unexpected attack'. The shield of the Sigil was quickly worn down, but it bought him time to retreat.
Klauen released time still and quickly dodged behind a nearby half-broken wooden pillar. Even so, his armor was corroded with holes.
Oppaia led six tribal warriors across the gap in the wall, and the first thing they saw was the flesh and blood of the blood soul beast exploding in the form of "a rain of flowers all over the sky".
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