"Courting death!" Brand could no longer hold back, dragging the Earth Sword as he charged straight towards Anman.
But Anman turned around at that mont, giving him a sly smile—his expression clearly indicating that he had been waiting for this strike. A white halo appeared around the priest of the Fla Temple, flashing from head to toe, and this Lord Priest disappeared into thin air. The next mont, he appeared behind Brand, with a bright red light shooting from his hand.
This is not Priest Magic!
Brand was truly a bit stunned this ti, but over a century of warrior experience ca into play at this critical mont. He instinctively ducked his head to avoid what Anman thought was a guaranteed hit. The red light whizzed past Brand's hair, landed in the bushes, flashed red, and a fla imdiately sprang up.
Brand rolled forward with the montum, surprised by this—Priests usually know only Holy Magic, but the move just now clearly wasn't any type of Holy Magic that Brand was familiar with. It seed more like Space Elent magic, but Anman's elent was Iron Wall, which he knew well. As Brand lunged forward, the sneering priest pointed ahead:
"Holy Word Technique: Binding!"
Brand felt a chill at hearing this spell; in his current condition, he was in no position to dodge. As a Lower Gold level being, resisting an Elental Level spell was indeed a stretch. Now, it seed his only option was to pray to Martha, hoping that venerable being hadn't completely forgotten about him. However, since entering the Trade Wind Ring, he had repeatedly provoked powerful enemies, making it unlikely that Martha was watching over him.
But speaking of protection, Brand suddenly had a flash of inspiration.
As Anman's hand emitted a golden glow aid at the fallen Brand, a Light Door suddenly opened between the young lord and Anman. A majestic White Stag strode out, and the priest's spell hit it squarely in the chest—By rights, a Phantom Stag should not have a physical body, so a Physical attack would pass through it. Unfortunately, Anman's attack was not just a spell but a Holy Magic spell.
The White Deer Statue was a Holy Attribute magic item, and the summoned White Deer was no exception. The Holy Word Technique: Binding hit the White Deer and imdiately dissipated, failing even to produce the most basic binding effects.
"Holy White Deer!" Anman never dread that Brand would play such a trick, and as he hesitated, doom descended.
At that mont, a sudden gale swept through the forest.
The unexpected wind made all three subconsciously turn their heads—
"Lord, be careful!" A worried shout from Qian echoed through the forest. The red-haired girl had stayed away from the battlefield waiting for Brand to escape before rejoining him, but she hadn't expected Brand to be left behind. She wanted to go back and help but worried that her lack of ability would only burden him further. However, from her distant vantage point, she saw the situation on the battlefield more clearly than the others.
She noticed a giant white head suddenly appearing above the thick mist—the head of the Holy Multi-Headed Dragon.
Veronica was the second to notice the change around her. Positioned on Brand's escape route and ready to act, an instinctive warning in her heart saved her life. She instinctively retracted her sword, and with a vibration of the Green Sky's blade, dozens of green air currents ford a protective air shield around her body. This action saved her, as the Holy Multi-Headed Dragon had elevated its heads and struck down.
The mist-ford fangs shattered against her protective air barrier with a 'bang,' dissipating; another fang almost grazed the nose of the prone Brand, leaving the young lord unhard but drenched in cold sweat from fright.
Among the three, Anman was the most unfortunate—a fang struck his back, knocking him down. If not for the final layer of protection provided by his priestly robe, he might have t the King of Flas, Jier, face to face. Still, he was not spared, as he was sent flying, tumbling several tis through the air before crashing heavily to the ground. When he landed, a grey gemstone slipped out from his collar, rolled over a few tis, and fell into the grass.
Only Brand and Veronica, being the closest, witnessed this scene, unnoticed even by the dazed Anman, let alone the distant knights of the Holy Temple.
"Little one!" At this mont, Otarais suddenly exclaid, "That gemstone looks familiar!"
Brand, just recovering from the earlier scare, felt his heart skip a beat at the words. Otarais, as a Heroic Spirit from the Saint War Era, had unparalleled insights; if even she had only a vague mory of it, it clearly ca from an ancient ti. Where did Anman get this item from? But he had no ti to be amazed, as the Holy Multi-Headed Dragon had already launched a frenzied attack on them.
The gigantic beast, failing its initial strike, quickly sprouted three more heads from the mist above.
Six crimson eyes imdiately locked onto each person present.
Then, they let out an earth-shattering roar and began their assault on the tiny ants in the forest—
But as the three heads began their attack, Brand was delighted to discover they were targeting Anman and Veronica, not a single attack directed at him. He lay cautiously on the ground, not daring to exhale excessively. Although the Fog Nightmare was not a true Ancestral Divine Beast, its powers should not be underestimated. As the Holy Multi-Headed Dragon launched its attack, Anman and Veronica imdiately found themselves in a bitter struggle, and even the Reserve Knights of the Holy Temple who tried to rescue their priest were quickly taken down in pairs.
Brand didn't know why this situation arose, but such a golden opportunity could not be missed. He quickly rolled several spans away from the underbrush and prepared to flee the battlefield upon standing up.
"Stop right there!" Even as Veronica defended against the Holy Multi-Headed Dragon's attack, her attention remained on Brand. Seeing him ready to run enraged her. The Female Sword Saint swung her sword, sending a sword light towards Brand. But she knew such a hurried attack stood no chance of hitting the young man, and she watched helplessly as he ran further away.
She wanted to pursue him and had just lifted her foot when two large heads of the Holy Multi-Headed Dragon blocked her path.
"Damn it!"
For the first ti, Veronica cursed through gritted teeth.
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(PS: Got a basic understanding, but it's so painstaking. At least there won't be any more interruptions as we proceed, sorry for the wait.)(To be continued, to find out what happens next, please log in to qidian for more chapters, support the author, support legitimate reading!)
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