What is an offensive priest?

Chapter 46 The Druid's Aid!

With that battle horn that tore through the battlefield, the counterattack in Blackwater Town officially began.

Sister Sharon also appeared on the wall, wearing a pure white priest's robe embroidered with golden sunrise patterns. The morning light shone on her, casting a soft and sacred halo around her silhouette.

Her hands were clasped together in front of her chest, her palms cradling a sun emblem radiating warm light, as she chanted an ancient and solemn prayer.

"Losanda's compassion shines like the morning sun—"

Three-Ring Divine Art - Mass Healing Mantra!

Centered on Sharon, a pale golden halo spread outwards like ripples!

The halo gently swept over everyone on the battlefield.

Under the wall.

The adventure team members, even the wounded guards and villagers, struggled to their feet again under the halo, their weary bodies regaining their strength.

Sharon is usually easygoing and low-key, which is why people often overlook the fact that she is actually a high-ranking priestess at the convent.

Gazing at the radiant figure on the wall, Kro felt the surging life force within him and couldn't help but smack his lips.

"That's more like a pastor!"

"Having witnessed Lord Richard's bravery so often, I almost mistook him for all priests in the realm of light."

Avel glanced at Sharon, and out of female instinct, she unconsciously regarded her as a rival.

In order not to be outdone by her in front of Richard, she put even more effort into her spells, making full use of the combat intelligence of a mage.

"The art of greasiness—!"

Avel waved his staff, his crimson pupils reflecting the charging army of the Supreme Gods ahead!

Second Ring Spell: Grease!

A thick, sticky oily area, over thirty feet in diameter, instantly appeared beneath the enemy's feet! The oil was incredibly slippery, and the charging goblins and grey dwarves were caught off guard, slipping and falling in droves like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

"Fireball!"

Without pausing for a moment, Avel followed up with the second incantation!

Third Ring Spell: Fireball!

A blazing fireball, three feet in diameter, roared out from the top of the staff, tearing through the air and striking precisely the center of the oil-stained area!

boom!

The flames exploded the moment they met the oil!

The towering pillar of fire, like a fountain from hell, instantly engulfed dozens of goblins and gray dwarves.

They screamed as they rolled and struggled in the flames, eventually turning into charred corpses.

A pungent, acrid smell filled the air.

"Well done!"

Omir couldn't help but whistle, his emerald eyes filled with admiration.

"That's more like a mage!"

Avel did not respond.

She merely raised her chin slightly, her crimson pupils casually sweeping over Sharon on the wall before refocusing on the battlefield.

With the arrival of the prisoners, the situation on the battlefield began to subtly shift.

These men, who are usually locked up in prison and regarded as scum, are now displaying astonishing fighting power.

Yorick, the orc, roared as he snapped a goblin's neck with his thick arm.

The guards, initially wary and suspicious, gradually developed a tacit understanding and worked side by side.

A prisoner was fighting with gnolls when a goblin quietly circled behind him, raised a rusty dagger, and was about to stab him.

"Be careful!"

A young guard reacted swiftly, thrusting his spear out like a venomous snake, precisely piercing the goblin's throat.

The prisoner turned around and exchanged a glance with the guard.

A complex emotion flashed in both of their eyes.

No one expected that one day they would entrust their backs to each other.

As the number of people involved in the war continued to increase, the role of bards became increasingly important.

The bard Omir gracefully plucked the strings of his lute.

"It's my turn to shine!"

The music suddenly became more passionate!

It was no longer a gentle melody, but a powerful rhythm like war drums!

Three-Ring Ascension Spell: Heroic Spirit!

A pale blue halo emanated from Omir, enveloping all friendly forces within its radius.

Those enveloped in the halo suddenly felt a surge of inexplicable courage welling up from the bottom of their hearts, and even the pain of their wounds was greatly reduced.

"For Blackwater Town—!"

"kill--!"

The roar echoed across the battlefield once more.

This time, it was even louder than before!

Even more determined!

In the distance, from the direction of the dark, dense forest, a large cloud of dust suddenly rose.

Amidst the dust and smoke, dozens of enormous figures could be vaguely seen charging toward the battlefield at an astonishing speed!

"What...is that?!"

The dust and smoke dissipated.

The crowd saw the true faces of those figures.

They were a group of giant bears!

They are a size larger than ordinary brown bears, and their fur has a strange pattern of dark brown and emerald green interwoven. When they run, the sound of their limbs stomping on the ground is like muffled thunder, making the ground tremble slightly.

Behind these giant bears, the animals of the Howling Mountains gathered into a torrent as if summoned!

Wild boars, wolves, deer, and even several giant eagles with wingspans of over ten feet circled and cried out in the sky!

"It's a Druid!"

Kro was the first to react, and the paladin's face lit up with ecstasy.

"The druids of the verdant woodlands have come to our aid!"

The voice hasn't fallen

The giant bears have already charged into the flank and rear of the Supreme God's army!

"roar--!"

Leading the pack was the Owl Bear, the incarnation of the Archdruid Lot. It let out a deafening roar, and its massive paws slammed down like a battering ram, smashing a gray dwarf warrior and his heavy plate armor into a bloody pulp.

Other druids, embodied as giant bears, also began their slaughter.

They rampaged through the land, and wherever they went, goblins and gray dwarves fell like stalks of wheat.

Herds of wild boars are like moving walls of nails, using their sharp tusks to knock down and pierce their enemies.

The surprise attack from the flank and rear threw the army of the Supreme God into chaos.

"Lord Richard—!"

The owl bear, the avatar of Archdruid Lot, rushed to the wall, raised its head, and roared in a deep, thunderous voice.

"The verdant woodland has come to fulfill its promise!"

"good!"

Richard nodded emphatically, and for the first time, a look of relief appeared in his golden eyes.

With the strong support of the lush forest, the defenses of Blackwater Town were finally stabilized.

"Cloth—!"

Richard turned his head and looked at the paladin.

"I'm leaving this place to you!"

Kro straightened his back, raising the Dawnbreaker Greatsword high.

"In the name of Melister, we will fight to the death!"

"Fight to the death, never retreat!"

Guards, villagers, prisoners, druids...

The roars of everyone converged into a torrent, tearing apart the gloom on the battlefield.

Richard's gaze did not linger on the battlefield before him.

Instead, it crossed the chaotic battlefield and locked its gaze firmly on the distant Drow, the True Soul Being who sat atop a dire wolf, clad in black-painted armor, his scarlet eyes coldly observing everything.

Catch the thief first to catch the king.

If we can kill her, we can end the war as soon as possible.

This can reduce casualties.

"Chief Lotte!"

Richard turned his head and looked at the huge owl-bear under the wall.

"Could you please give me a ride?"

"no problem!"

The owl bear, the avatar of the Archdruid Lot, let out a low growl, its massive body lowering slightly.

Richard leaped and landed steadily on its broad back.

"roar--!"

The giant bear roared to the sky, exerting force with all four limbs, and charged towards the central defensive line of the supreme true god's army like a cannonball!

The man and the bear, like a sharp blade tearing through the darkness, forcefully cleaved a bloody path through the dense enemy ranks!

The goblins and grey dwarves along the way tried to stop him, but they were all easily killed by the owl-bear, as if crushing ants.

The true soul, Zhuo Er, was right before their eyes.

Richard stood on the bear's back, his blood-stained priest's robes fluttering in the charging wind, his golden pupils like burning stars, fixed on the approaching crimson figure ahead.

She remained seated atop the jet-black dire wolf, her crimson eyes coldly fixed on Richard, as if watching an amusing drama unfold.

"Now!"

Richard leaps from the bear's back!

His body traced an arc in the air, like an eagle swooping down on its prey.

And in his right hand, a divine light as brilliant as the sun began to gather wildly in his palm.

The light was so intense that it blinded the surrounding enemy soldiers!

"Dawn breaks—!"

Richard's voice was like that of a final judgment.

boom--!

Centered on Richard, a blazing white beam of light, over fifty feet in diameter, erupted like a sword tearing through the sky.

It instantly enveloped the entire center of the battlefield!

All the goblins, grey dwarves, and gnolls enveloped in light melted away as quickly as wax figures thrown into a furnace.

Before they could even scream, they were reduced to charred remains in the holy light of purification!

Richard landed.

His feet were firmly planted on the scorched earth.

The priest's robes fluttered without wind, and his golden pupils, like molten gold burning, stared intently ahead.

"Now……"

Richard slowly raised his right hand.

"now you!"