Chapter 139: Lanchi's Winning Spell
Chapter 139: Lanchi's Winning Spell
The air in the cathedral seemed to tremble with the terrifying aura emanating from the Destructive Saintess.
"Die! All of you!!!"
The Destructive Saintess, Adelys, wielded her sword with all her might, and the scorching flames transformed into countless crimson pythons, sweeping toward the executioners and paladins who stood in her way.
Even with their tight grip on their weapons, the executioners and paladins couldn't withstand Adelys' desperate attacks, fueled by her burning lifeblood. Their armor began to shatter, and their faces were marked with scorching sparks, leaving charred bloody traces.
The high priest's most potent healing divine art was already in effect behind the executioners and paladins, showering them with blessed radiance and swiftly healing their wounds.
Under the onslaught of intense pain and rage, Adelys' attacks became more frenzied and powerful, but her sanity had clearly diminished. No matter how she brandished her demonic sword, the executioners and paladins seemed to be able to resist and even evade her strikes.
As her rhythm became disjointed, the male guardian repeatedly found opportunities to counter-attack and attempted to flank her.
At this moment, the male guardian once again took advantage of the shadows, trying to sneak behind the Destructive Saintess.
Tortured by pain, Adelys resembled a wounded beast.
She knew that the only way to escape the agony was to kill the white magician at the back who kept aggravating her.
"Lanchi—!!!"
In the distance.
"!"
Seeing Adelys' furious demeanor, Lanchi anticipated that she was about to utter curses. Without hesitation, he cast [Friendly Exchange] on her.
Instantly, Adelys' voice seemed to choke.
She stared at Lanchi in disbelief, feeling as if her throat was being scraped by a knife, unable even to express her anger through words.
"Even if you're a heretic, you mustn't curse or insult others. It's wrong."
Lanchi explained with clear logic.
"..."
In this moment.
The air in the entire cathedral seemed to become unusually quiet.
Only the sound of people swallowing their saliva remained.
The Destructive Saintess, Adelys, was the source of this profound silence, like a black hole absorbing all sound.
The sense of danger emanating from her caused the executioners and paladins to break out in a cold sweat, and they became extremely vigilant.
They all knew.
Lanchi had once again upgraded her berserk state!
In the back row, in front of Lanchi, the priest holding a staff and maintaining the barrier shield felt the terrifying oppression coming from the Destructive Saintess from afar. He instinctively started to tremble.
"Brother, that's enough, don't keep stacking her buffs..."
The priest was already scared.
He realized that although none of Lanchi's magic cards had effects like "taunt," "fury," or "enrage," every card he played seemed to carry those effects! Even if Lanchi's actions drastically accelerated the pace of the battle, giving them hope that a victor might be decided before sunset.
But as things stood, the most likely outcome was that the maddened saintess would rush forward recklessly and kill everyone in the back row!
At the moment when everyone was on high alert.
The Destructive Saintess, who had become somewhat indescribable, transformed into a black arrow, rushing straight toward Lanchi with a sonic boom!
The male guardian immediately reacted to this scene, and he exerted himself to the utmost, trying to rip out the saintess' neck.
However, what he didn't expect was that the Destructive Saintess neither dodged nor evaded. She ignored the male guardian, confident that the other challengers would kill the traitor and that the vampire count would appear if he died. A circle of blazing flame rings burst forth from her, flipping the male guardian and leaving only a deep wound on her spine.
The executioner, clad in heavy armor and a tattered red cloak, charged forward like a frenzied bull. His axe smashed into Adelys, and the paladin followed closely behind, their holy light sword tracing an arc in the air and bringing forth a gust of wind as it struck the saintess like thunder. The air was filled with serene lightning!
Yet, Adelys offered no defense and bore the brunt of the assault, advancing like a primal beast and viciously swinging her bloodthirsty sword, heavily wounding the executioner and the paladin. Without pausing, she surged forward once more.
"Has she gone mad?!"
The executioner panted, his eyes darting between panic and resentment as his body bore the burns of scorching flames, each breath bringing searing pain.
The paladin's shield had been knocked aside, and his chest armor now bore a long gash from the sword qi, with blood flowing unabated.
Even though they had desperately pursued the Destructive Saintess from the very beginning, they couldn't keep up with her terrifying speed as she broke through their ranks!
Even the high priest had turned to cast offensive spells, sending spheres of light like miniature suns hurtling towards the Destructive Saintess, Adelys.
But Adelys was too fast, a black hawk in a diving stoop. Her sword, like Death's scythe, was aimed directly at Lanchi, as if she would stop at nothing to end his life.
"Who can stop her?!?!"
The male guardian chased after her, stirring up a gust of wind in his wake, but he couldn't close the distance. Adelys's shadow-flitting figure left him frantic and shouting.
At this moment, the entire cathedral was enveloped in tension, stretched to its breaking point.
Time seemed to slow, and voices sounded distant and muted.
The faces of the challengers were masks of panic as they watched the uncontrollable Adelys rapidly close in on the back row.
The outcome would be decided in the next instant.
The defense was crumbling.
If no one could halt the Destructive Saintess's sudden offensive, allowing the three melee fighters to catch up and intercept her, the back row would be slaughtered. Without the crucial support of the back row, the challengers would be powerless to resist the saintess!
If they could stall for time, they might be able to fight another round.
Even if it meant sacrificing a few of their own to the saintess, there would still be hope for victory!
There were only a few meters left until they reached the protective barrier.
The Destructive Saintess, her body marred with grievous wounds, wore a maniacal expression, her eyes gleaming with insane fury. It seemed she had poured all her remaining strength into this final assault on Lanchi.
The high priest stood resolutely at the front of the back row, gritting his teeth as he faced the approaching Adelys, determined to hold the line.
The barrier he maintained could withstand one more blow from the saintess.
"Come, heretic scum!"
Even if it cost their lives, every second they delayed increased their chances of victory.
However, no one noticed that one person remained calm amidst the chaos.
From start to finish, he had not changed.
Lanchi walked past the high priest, his steps silent and steady, as if he were detached from the tumultuous battlefield.
He showed no fear, holding a purple-hued magic card in his hand, its edges shimmering with a violet light.
In the next instant, metal screeched against the tiles, sending sparks flying.
The cathedral fell into an eerie silence.
Because everyone saw—
The Destructive Saintess, her eyes wide with shock, fell to her knees before Lanchi!
The force of her rapid descent as she knelt caused excruciating pain in her knees, leaving her unable to stand for a moment.
Beneath the rose window, refracting a kaleidoscope of colors, Lanchi stood like a figure bathed in divine light, his majestic stature resembling a deity looking down upon a humble supplicant.
Lanchi remained motionless, his gaze calm as he looked upon the saintess.
"When meeting the principal, why not bow?"
(End of Chapter)
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