The Saintess used the Holy Fire to attack, watching yet another Night Watcher "et their death."
"Evil beings, get out of this world!"
A vast amount of Holy Fire, like a barrage of fireballs, rained down on the enemy, burning crater after crater into their body.
The enemy undoubtedly possessed evil power, and the Holy Light inflicted great damage, yet they paid no mind to it.
Even though their body was covered with wounds, festering beyond repair.
On the other side.
The blood-colored Minotaur and Blake’s group were locked in battle, with the Dwarves attacking incessantly from every angle.
However, due to their height, all attacks almost solely targeted the lower body of the enemy.
"That’s it, fight, kill!"
The blood-colored Minotaur roared madly, sweeping its mighty War Axe wildly.
Two Dwarves were directly hit, chopped and sent flying, spilling a great deal of blood.
Yet even with such an attack, it couldn’t deplete the Blood Volu of the two Dwarves in one go.
The flas of anger burned in their eyes, as various attacks rained down upon the blood-colored Minotaur.
Seizing an opportunity, Blake leapt from the side, his sword infused with Holy Light, piercing through completely.
The Holy Light surged through, piercing straight through.
His blood didn’t have a chance to spray out before it was vaporized by the intense Holy Light.
"That’s it, fight! Let chop off your head!"
The blood-colored Minotaur roared loudly, turning around to punch Blake.
Blake blocked it with a resolute stance, taking the hit directly.
Though the attack was blocked forcefully, the strange sensation made the Minotaur pause for a mont.
Blake swung his hand, and taking this chance, chopped off one of the Minotaur’s fingers.
"The Apostle of the God has descended!"
The previously silent Cultists participating in the ritual all shouted in unison, their voices harmonized as if from one being.
Such commotion naturally drew the attention of others engaged in battle.
The evil power undulated around them, and everyone could feel it. Those who could use Magic Power shivered from every pore at such evil presence.
The Blood Pool and Cadaver Pool boiled even more violently.
"Screech." A sharp crimson claw erged from the Blood Pool, scratching at the edge with piercing noise.
"Snap." A rotting, bone-exposing arm extended from the Cadaver Pool, gripping the edge.
With a splattering sound.
The scent of blood and the stench of decay intertwined, assaulting everyone’s senses. Were it not for the battle diminishing their senses, the stench alone could have made them retch.
The figure from the Blood Pool crawled out entirely amidst sharp noise.
Its form slender, seemingly pieced together from bones into an eerie creature.
A humanoid body but with a triangular head, and from shoulders, abdon, and back protruded three pairs of claws, varying in length.
Its lower body comprised two pairs of bizarre legs, like those of a spider, propping it up.
It was wholly constituted of blood, seeming like a yet-to-take-shape blood monster.
The Cadaver Pool on the other side harbored a similar sight.
However, what erged was puss and decaying flesh, a spherical monster.
This monster floated in mid-air, extending over a dozen hands of various lengths around it.
"Offer the perfect sacrifice!"
The Cultists shouted loudly, two glowing shattered Gemstones entering each of the two different monsters respectively.
Blake and his companions tried to stop it, but they were unable to act, completely unable to break through the enemy’s Defense in this situation.
The blood-colored Minotaur and the robust apostle of decay blocked their path, preventing them from doing anything.
They could only watch helplessly as the two monsters consolidated their forms.
"Ugh." A muffled groan as a Dwarf looked at his chest.
A sharp, blade-like claw pierced through his chest.
The attacking creature was the slender blood claw demon that had just ford its shape.
Its speed was so fast it appeared instantly before him.
"Dwarf, ah, nostalgic."
With that, it tossed the Dwarf who had been pierced through the chest away.
A green rotten aura instantly spread across the entire plaza.
With screams echoing, everyone’s face erupted with pustules.
The one emitting the poisonous gas was the newly ford round multi-handed monster.
"Boom!"
Two blood-red Demons launched their attack, exerting such formidable Power that they began ravaging among the Dwarves in an instant.
Blake barely blocked a hit, only for a sharp attack to slice across his abdon, a spray of blood burst out.
The blood-colored Minotaur punched him hard, sending him flying.
The pervading stench targeted the Saintess trying to continue her assault, covering her face and arms in blisters.
She felt dizzy, her whole Spirit beginning to wane.
A great amount of Holy Light gathered upon her, like golden flas burning.
However, this could only stall the plague’s further progression.
In a mont, their Life was hanging by a thread.
"It seems we are not too late after all."
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