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Chapter 138: Lanchi, the White Mage
Chapter 138: Lanchi, the White Mage
The combat area within the cathedral was encircled by solemn pillars carved with statues, beyond the reach of the raging inferno that engulfed the hall.
Fierce battles erupted sporadically throughout the cathedral, the clashing of weapons resembling the ringing of cast iron.
Between each pair of pillars, intricate stained glass windows reflected blurred shadows, as several figures collided, pursued, and fought in a blur of motion.
At one end of the distant cathedral.
A cleric was not only healing the three who were intercepting and blocking the Doom Saint, but had also cast a light blue shield nearby to protect them from the Doom Saint's long-range area spells.
Under this protection, several rear guards could no longer retreat.
Behind them stood the high walls beneath the cathedral's dome, adorned with rose windows.
"Hyperion, I'll need you to keep an eye on the two from the Cryx Empire who have fallen asleep, and provide me with some cover." Lanchi said as he turned to face the distant Doom Saint, Adelis, his gaze resolute and filled with killing intent.
"You focus on dealing with the enemy, and leave the rest to me." Hyperion assured him quietly from his side.
Lanchi nodded and took a step forward.
At this moment, the magic cards in Lanchi's hands glowed with a faint purple light.
This display, akin to flaunting an arsenal, seemed like a provocation.
Any healer with common sense would never reveal all their healing abilities at once, rendering all their spells unusable due to cooldowns.
Excessive healing would only be a waste.
So, to everyone, Lanchi's message was clear: all his healing spells were of purple rarity, and he had more than enough to outlast the Doom Saint, Adelis.
With a hint of a smile on his face, he regarded the Doom Saint with an expression that was three parts regret and seven parts pity, as if waiting for her to break through and reach him.
"What good is your pitiful magic?!" The Doom Saint's expression twisted with rage, her voice sharp as she brandished her Blazing Longsword, the blades whipping through the air like crimson vipers, emitting low roars.
In an instant, the wildly dancing blades smashed into the ground, sending flames soaring, and the wounded Executioner and Holy Knight were hurled into the air once more, crashing back down. The male guard, who had been poised to strike, had no choice but to shield himself and create distance.
At this moment, the oppressive aura of the Doom Saint, Adelis, seemed to intensify. Her killing intent engulfed the entire cathedral, as if it were consumed by a scorching inferno of annihilation.
Merely seeing Lanchi's face and his ever-present smile ignited the fury within the Doom Saint. She knew that the main reason her mind was still unsettled was not Lanchi himself.
It was the gray-haired, red-skirted demon standing behind Lanchi, singing! As long as that demon kept singing, her nerves would remain on edge, no matter how determined she was.
However, just as she took advantage of the momentary gap created by her large sixth-tier spell to repel her blockers and surge forward, the cleric's control spell and the guard sister's trap once again hindered her assault.
The Doom Saint managed to close the distance by a few meters before the Executioner and Holy Knight, gritting their teeth against their injuries and pain, pursued her relentlessly once more.
At this rate, it seemed that before nightfall, the Doom Saint would fall prey to Lanchi's taunts and be drawn to the back row, where a desperate battle would ensue.
In the distance, near the high walls of the cathedral, just tens of meters away from the center of the battlefield...
"Bro, cut the taunting!"
"Hurry up and heal!"
Even the cleric and the escort sister, as backline classes, could sense Lanchi's terrifying capabilities.
They had never seen a healer draw aggro so effectively before.
Not even the tank at the front could hold a candle to him!
"Rest assured, I'm about to start my main job." Lanchi smiled, sensing the concern of his teammates.
This was normal, as anyone who teamed up with him for the first time would inevitably be a little flustered.
After speaking, Lanchi focused his attention on the intense battlefield ahead and began to cast healing magic cards, one after another, from his hand.
At the same time, the distant Doom Saint, Adelis, began to be enveloped by the faint glow of healing magic.
"?!”
Everyone present was stunned by Lanchi's actions.
First of all, healing magic wasn't supposed to be used like this.
Using them all at once was akin to putting on a show.
Moreover, when they realized that his healing was targeting the Doom Saint, they began to fear that Lanchi had chosen to betray them and defect to the Resurrection Church at this critical juncture!
That would spell absolute despair.
Even the Doom Saint herself was confused for a moment, wondering if there was a possibility that Lanchi was actually one of them.
However...
Something felt off no matter how they thought about it - he seemed to be both acting and turning against them, but the magic he cast was so obviously weak.
Perhaps he had never concealed his magic power, and he really was this weak!
This kind of healing had no restorative effect at all, and no matter how many more he cast, it would only cure his loneliness.
Just as everyone's brains were about to glitch from Lanchi's actions, the body of Doom Saint Adelis, bathed in an overwhelming amount of healing magic, not only failed to receive any noticeable healing effect but also stiffened suddenly, followed by violent convulsions as if enduring unbearable pain.
The male guard, who reacted first, appeared like a shadow leopard and aimed his dagger at the back of the Doom Saint's neck! The Doom Saint's combat instincts kicked in, and she grit her teeth against the pain, twisting away from the attack and once again brandishing her Blazing Longsword to knock away the male guard.
Blood trickled down her neck, and her pupils trembled with incredulous rage.
Normally, she wouldn't even have a scratch in this state, let alone be able to counter and strike back. Yet, due to her current state of unbearable pain, she couldn't react properly.
Even the Executioner and the Holy Knight realized what was happening and, understanding the change in the battle situation, became incredibly energized, attacking her once more!
They finally understood what kind of White Mage Lanchi was.
He was a pure mental attacker, a spiritual pollutant, a tormentor of his opponents.
He was toying with them!
However, at this moment, they couldn't afford to get into a protracted battle with the Doom Saint, and no amount of healing would make a difference except to prolong their deaths.
Instead, they needed Lanchi's unique ability to accelerate the battle and turn the tide!
Fending off the despicable ambushes of the Executioner and the Holy Knight, the Doom Saint glared at Lanchi in the brief intervals between attacks, her eyes wild like a beast unleashed, filled with fierce killing intent.
"Lanchi! Wilford!!!”
A piercing roar echoed through the cathedral.
At the same time, the Doom Saint seemed to enter a berserk state!
(End of Chapter)
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