Mark's charlatan-like smile vanished completely.
The disguised holy light within him rippled slightly, and the cross necklace quietly slipped from his palm, transforming into a cross-shaped arm shield that shimmered with soft light.
He whispered to Kyle beside him, "By the Holy Light, it seems this prince is determined to use our heads as goblets... Delay? Or stand firm?"
Kyle took a deep breath; the damp, cold air of the swamp was mixed with the ferocious blood of the orcs and the decaying smell of the earth.
His hand, pressed firmly on the cross, was as steady as a rock. His gaze pierced through the embers of the campfire and the lingering smoke, meeting the pair of crimson, ferocious eyes on the back of the giant beast.
“The Holy Knights of the Church of Holy Light,” Kyle’s voice was steady and clear, piercing through the heavy echoes of the war drums, each word carrying an unyielding solemnity, “will only fight for protection, die for their beliefs, and never kneel for survival!”
Inside the animal skin pouch at his waist, the Blood Vine Heart seemed to sense the threat from the outside world, throbbing even more violently, and the ominous red light it emitted faintly peeked out through the gaps in the skin pouch.
"Kneel?" Ruby's wine-red pupils blazed with fury, the flails in her hands rattling softly, flames flickering between the chains. "You bunch of orcs who haven't even fully evolved yet? Dream on! The Heart of the Bloodvine is in our hands. Want it? Come and take it yourself! Let's see if your bones are harder than my flails!"
Grom's sinister smile froze instantly, then transformed into a raging inferno!
His massive body shuddered violently, and the swamp beast beneath him, sensing its master's fury, let out a low, threatening roar.
"You're asking for death!!!" Grom's roar was like a thunderclap, shaking the surrounding withered trees and causing leaves to fall. "Skullcrushers! Crush them all for me! Leave no one alive!"
"roar!!!"
Dozens of orc guards, poised to attack, roared in unison, their bloodthirsty fighting spirit erupting!
The heavy combat boots crushed the mud, and the gleaming giant axe and warhammer were raised high, crushing down like an impenetrable wall!
A powerful aura of legion-level strength enhancement shone beneath their feet, unleashing a charging momentum as fierce as a storm of blood!
Just as the orcish legion launched its charge...
"Everyone be careful! The air is poisonous!"
In the shadows, Monica's clear, urgent voice pierced the clamor like an ice needle!
Her wine-red eyes, enhanced by the Ring of Truth (IX), were as sharp as an eagle's, and the invisible ripples of identification instantly locked onto the extremely faint gray-blue energy residue in the swamp, which was almost integrated with the rotting swamp's aura!
It's necromancy-based poisonous magic!
The powder that the old shaman had quietly sprinkled earlier was slightly lifted up by the mud and air currents stirred up by the charge!
She used magical telepathy to inform her team members because she realized that the orcs on the other side seemed completely unaware that they had already inhaled the poisonous fog!
"Hold your breath! Purify!"
Kyle reacted swiftly, his Holy Light Barrier expanding instantly in an attempt to isolate the air. At the same time, a gentle purifying holy light emanated from the cross in his hand, dispelling the potentially spreading poisonous fog.
However, the charging orc guards were already within arm's reach!
At the forefront, several heavily armored orc warriors, imbued with the immense power of legion-level magic, wielded their giant axes with a piercing shriek as they slashed fiercely at the front line of defense composed of Kael's Holy Light Barrier and reserve knights such as Ork!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The dull thud was like a giant hammer striking a drum!
The barrier of holy light trembled violently, its light flickering erratically!
Oak and the others grunted. Even with Kyle sharing the burden, the violent power still made their blood surge and their feet plow deep furrows in the mud!
If it weren't for the Holy Light Resonance and Mark's squad sharing the pressure, this charge would have been enough to tear through their defenses!
"Get the hell out of my way!"
Enzo's roar was like a thunderclap from a clear sky!
His stocky body erupted with a molten red light, and his new warhammer, imbued with the aura of dark lava, transformed into a violent whirlwind, slamming into a high-ranking orc warrior who was trying to bypass the defensive perimeter and rush toward Anna!
Lava and steel collided with a deafening roar!
A piercing metallic creak and an explosion of annihilated energy rang out!
The high-ranking orc warrior was forced back several steps, his arm went numb, and a look of astonishment flashed in his eyes. He had clearly not expected the dwarf's strength to be so terrifying!
It should be noted that he is not only a high-ranking orc warrior, but this attack is also amplified by legion-level magic.
The dwarf in front of him blocked this attack, which was equivalent to blocking three of his attacks at the same time!
Before the orc warrior could think any further...
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Anna's arrows shot out like phantoms from the gaps in Enzo and Mark's cover, swiftly striking the knee joints and the points of force where the charging orcs were swinging their weapons.
Although she used ordinary arrows, she was unable to stop these elites who were clad in heavy armor and empowered by legion magic.
However, this successfully disrupted their charge rhythm, buying the defensive perimeter valuable time to adjust.
Mark moved nimbly within the defensive perimeter, his arm shield precisely deflecting several cunning bone spears and throwing axes, a flash of iridescent black light disappearing from the shield's surface.
His spiritual vision opened to its fullest extent, locking onto not only the orcs charging head-on, but also warily scanning the surrounding heretics of the Corrupted Vine Alliance who, though driven away, had not moved far, their eyes gleaming with greed and madness!
These heretics are too abnormal. Aren't they afraid that the orcs will turn around and slaughter them after they have dealt with their group?
"Ruby!"
Mark gave a low shout, his gaze sweeping over several black-robed figures on the flank who were eager to take advantage of the chaos to sneak up.
They can't continue to defend passively like this, otherwise they might really suffer an unexpected defeat!
"I don't need you to remind me!"
Ruby responded with a sharp shout, and swung her flail out, the blazing flames transforming into a roaring fire dragon that lashed fiercely at the muddy swamp on the side!
boom!
Flames exploded, mud splattered, forming a scorching wall of fire that temporarily blocked the heretics' path of attack, forcing them to retreat in disarray, uttering angry curses.
The battle erupted the moment Grom gave the order!
The orc prince's guards surged like a bloodthirsty tidal wave, relentlessly assaulting the fragile defenses constructed of holy light, lava, shadows, and arrows.
The defensive perimeter, under the violent impact, was like a reef in a raging storm, teetering on the brink of collapse. Each impact was accompanied by the groans of bones and the wailing of the shields.
Grom Gorehowl perched high on the beast's back, its crimson eyes coldly surveying its prey below, which was struggling like a trapped beast, a cruel smile spreading across its lips.
A last-ditch resistance?
It's just about making the process of crushing bugs a little more fun.
However, as time went by, his thoughts gradually faded.
He discovered that although these human beings seemed to be struggling to deal with his personal guards, his men didn't seem to be achieving any results at all.
Half an hour has passed, and the human in front of us doesn't seem to have been injured at all!
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