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    Chapter 19: Strong Enemy! Strong Enemy!

    2024-05-31 Author: Garan 2020

    Chapter 19: Strong Enemy! Strong Enemy!

    Having knocked down two skeleton soldiers and used a Divine Technique to destroy a magic seal, Grett hadn’t yet understood the current situation when he was dragged into the northeast tower and shoved into the basement.

    The basement was surprisingly spacious. Grett followed the winding stairs down, already seeing three piles of skeletons and two piles of unidentified objects that looked like zombies. After turning another half circle, he entered the hall. A sharp wind suddenly pressed down on him from above.

    “Careful!”

    Someone yelled behind him. Grett subconsciously dodged to the right. The person behind him charged forward, grabbing him and pulling him to the ground. They rolled two circles. Just as they stopped, there was a dull thud from above, and another shadow pressed down.

    “Aow!”

    “Ouch!”

    “Wally, be careful!”

    The world spun. Grett shook his head, finally managing to piece together the information:

    Just as he entered the hall, an enemy appeared from above and swooped down at him. Since it came from above, he didn’t react at first. The archer, Tom, threw him to the ground, and the shield warrior, Wally, raised his shield to block. He didn’t manage to completely block it, and they fell onto him, shield and all.

    Shouts and cries of pain mixed together. Among the chaos, the Priest Donald’s voice, filled with anger and alarm, was particularly clear:

    “Roman!”

    “Got it!”

    The Knight Roman responded loudly, raising his sword and charging back from the depths of the hall. He moved so fast that it was almost like a illusion. If Grett didn’t know it was a person, he would have thought a Tyrannosaurus Rex was charging.

    Grett rolled and crawled to the side. He huddled behind the shield, watching the knight swing his long sword against a hideous creature with wings. The blade clattered against its claws, sparks flying.

    “What in the world is that?”

    Wally, the shield warrior in front of him, muttered under his breath. Grett rubbed his eyes, then rubbed them again, finally matching the monster in front of him with his memory of the game, gasping in horror.

    “Good heavens, that’s a big one!”

    The creature with the lizard face, hooked claws, and a pair of bat wings was exactly like the gargoyle from his memory.

    Examining the battle situation more closely, he saw Priest Donald on the other side of the hall, protected by a small squad of warriors. The outer ring of warriors were busy cutting down small monsters. It was clear that the battle had already progressed to the depths of the hall. As for how the gargoyle got to the entrance and why Knight Roman was charging from that direction…

    Grett decided that the situation was stronger than him, so he would put it on account for now.

    The knight’s combat strength was indeed quite strong, his long sword dancing, and he fought the gargoyle on equal footing. On the other side of the hall, the Temple Guards grunted and puffed as they rushed towards them. Two large shields were separated left and right, and two spearmen, hidden behind the shields, approached step by step, seemingly about to trap the gargoyle in between.

    “That guy is going to be toast!”

    The freckled boy poked his head out from behind Grett, letting out a chuckle. Grett quickly pushed his head back down.

    “Don’t get cocky, stay hidden!”

    Before the words were finished, the gargoyle opened its sharp teeth, letting out a piercing, unbearable shriek. The sound was extremely shrill, as if the sound of fingernails scratching glass was amplified 100 times, or like a file scraping directly against his eardrum. Grett reflexively covered his head, his face pained.

    “Why is it yelling so loud? You’re a gargoyle, not a siren…”

    As soon as the scream rang out, the warriors who were advancing with their shields and spears froze, their faces contorted in pain. The gargoyle seized this opportunity, spreading its wings wide behind it, leaping into the air!

    “Watch out!”

    “Alert!”

    “It’s going to run!”

    Shouts rang out in the hall. Not only did the Temple Warriors raise their swords and grab their daggers, but Grett’s squad also instinctively raised their guard.

    Wally, the shield warrior, bent slightly, raising his shield to block in front of Grett;

    Raymond, the spearman, shifted his feet slightly, holding his spear diagonally upwards;

    Tom, the archer, gripped the hilt of his sword, turning sideways to block on Grett’s left, as if ready to shield him from the gargoyle’s attack at any moment.

    As for Grett himself, he grabbed the freckled boy behind him, pushing up on his tiptoes, staring fixedly at the monster from behind the shield.

    The gargoyle jumped to its highest point, its wings beating furiously, but before it could change direction, a bright white light shot out from the other end of the hall, striking it heavily!

    Although it was only a beam of light, it shot out as if it were real. The gargoyle was stunned in mid-air, white smoke rising from its body. The area where it was hit by the light beam instantly turned black. Seizing this opportunity, Roman the Knight leaped into the air, swinging his sword.

    Grett turned his head sharply.

    He followed the path of the white light. On the other side of the hall, Priest Donald stood tall, surrounded by warriors, his golden hair flowing. Illuminated by the firelight, he seemed as dazzling as if he were wearing a halo.

    The priest of the Spring Water Goddess was focused, his hands raised in front of him, his palms and thumbs forming a triangle. And that sharp beam of light shot out from the center of the triangle, from nothingness.

    This, this is an attack Divine Technique?

    So the attack Divine Techniques that a Third-Level Priest in this world can cast are already this strong?

    Grett was secretly shocked. Not far away, Roman the Knight had already cut the gargoyle to the ground, his sword falling, severing its two wings. The warriors swarmed forward, spears and long swords crisscrossing, quickly hacking the gargoyle to pieces.

    Roman the Knight sheathed his sword and turned to walk towards the priest. As he passed, his gaze swept lightly across Grett’s face, as if intentionally, as if unintentionally. Grett shivered for no apparent reason, just as he was about to say goodbye, Priest Donald turned his head and waved to him with a smile.

    Grett was unwilling, dragging his feet as he walked towards them. As he reached the end of the hall, he heard a Temple Guard reporting to the priest:

    “Sir, there is another door here…”

    Before he could finish his words, a black light suddenly streaked across Grett’s vision!

    Grett stumbled to the left. Compared to being pushed down earlier, this time it was much faster. He was absolutely sure that someone had pulled him — maybe even to be used as a meat shield.

    The force that had pulled him didn’t help him back up. Grett lost his balance and fell to the ground. Before he could get up, he heard a heart-rending scream next to him:

    “Ahh!”

    It was Roman the Knight!

    Grett’s hairs stood on end. Although he suspected that the knight was hostile towards him, he had to admit that he was the strongest among their group. Now that Roman the Knight was screaming like that, the opponent, the opponent…

    Grett propped himself up with his elbow, barely managing to raise his head to look. To his surprise, the formidable enemy attacking Roman the Knight was not human, but a beautiful big cat. It was completely black, with snow-white paws, and its chest and belly were also pure white, as if it was wearing a white collar.

    The big cat circled Roman the Knight, leaping like a whirlwind. The knight roared, but his long sword kept missing. On the other hand, every time the big cat leaped, every time it flicked its claws, blood splattered on the knight’s body.

    Grett could clearly see that every one of the cat’s attacks landed on Roman the Knight’s joints. His wrists, ankles, shoulders, elbows, and knees. After several rounds, Roman the Knight fell to the ground, several areas of his body gushing blood, unable to even crawl.

    The big cat leaped. Its movements were so fast that they were almost impossible to discern with the naked eye. All they saw was a black light leaping across several people’s heads in the hall, straight towards the priest.

    Priest Donald’s face turned pale. He clasped his hands together, murmuring a prayer, as if he were using Divine Technique to protect himself. But just then, at the entrance of the hall, a chanting sound rang out, the final syllable suddenly rising, a circle of black light exploding like a ring!

    The priest froze. The big cat seized the opportunity and pounced on him, biting his throat, and let out a low growl.

    The black light swept past. Grett, who had just managed to crawl up, felt a chill run through his body and he fell to the ground again. The twenty or thirty warriors in the hall, including Littlejohn the priest, fell like a field of wheat being harvested.

    (End of Chapter)

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