The battlefield was a scene of absolute chaos. Colin and the other members of the Lionheart Warband roared, exerting every ounce of their strength as they ignited their battle qi like flames to hold back the tide of gray mist monsters surging toward the center of the fray.
Having lost the protection of the gray mist, these monsters were at the end of their lives. Driven into a state of ultimate madness, they threw away all regard for their own safety, throwing themselves at the Lionheart warriors in a frenzied slaughter.
Faced with the surging sea of monsters, Colin and his men fought desperately to hold the line, refusing to retreat even a single step.
This was because, at the very heart of the battlefield, Bishop Miles was locked in combat with Gold rank gray mist monsters.
Although the shockwaves from their battle were immense—powerful enough to kill lower-ranked monsters instantly—it only took one or two stragglers slipping through to potentially disrupt Bishop Miles.
Therefore, even though they were already wounded, Colin and the others stood their ground firmly, acting as a living wall against the raging tide of monsters.
In the center of the battlefield behind them...
Miles held a radiant holy relic in the shape of a cross. His expression was grim as he stared at the gray mist monsters before him, pouring out a barrage of divine spells like a continuous volley of cannon fire.
In front of him were not the two Gold rank monsters Leon had expected, but three!
These three gray mist monsters exuded the aura of the Gold rank. Deprived of the mist, they were equally maddened, their eyes flashing with a bloodthirsty red light as they unleashed terrifying Gold rank power.
Miles continued to cast divine spells, drawing upon the power of the Holy Stellarchord Cross in his hand. Whenever he cast a Silver rank divine spell, its power would suddenly transform and surge, striking the three gray mist monsters with force far exceeding its original rank.
【Radiant Longbow】
【Leona's Holy Lance】
【Radiant Sword】
【Moonlight Brilliance】
【...】
One divine spell followed another, continuously whittling away the strength of the three monsters.
However, even with the help of the Holy Stellarchord Cross to amplify his spells, it remained extremely difficult to stall Gold rank monsters using only Silver rank magic.
Suddenly, the many pupils in the compound eyes of one monster constricted. Miles felt his vision go dark instantly, his head reeling as if struck by a heavy hammer, causing his body to stagger.
Fortunately, he cast a mental protection spell just in time, clearing the mental shock from the multi-pupiled monster.
Yet, faced with the relentless, overlapping attacks of the three gray mist monsters, Miles was forced into a desperate struggle. If this continued, he would inevitably suffer a devastating blow.
But... Miles knew he could not retreat.
If he gave way, these three Gold rank monsters would charge out of the Viscount's mansion and into Solainem, with catastrophic consequences!
Even if they chose not to leave the mansion and instead retreated deeper inside, that was still an outcome Miles could not allow.
He had already promised Leon that he would do everything in his power to ensure the young man's safety, regardless of whether the repair attempt succeeded or failed.
The God of Sacred Light taught his followers to be humble, tolerant, and trusting, but above all, to remain faithful to the vows they swore.
Since Miles had made a solemn promise, and Leon had successfully repaired the Gray Mist Barrier, how could he break his word and abandon Leon to his fate?
“Bishop Miles!”
Just then, a thunderous shout echoed from a distance.
Miles glanced over and saw a figure wielding a black spear in his right hand, carving a bloody path through the sea of monsters and heading straight toward him.
Miles recognized him as Leon's guard, Thomas from the Falcon Warband.
He possessed the strength of the peak Silver rank.
However...
“Child, your strength is not enough. Do not enter this battlefield,” Miles said in a gentle tone, even as he turned his focus back to the fight.
“Yes, Bishop Miles!”
Sensing the overwhelming aura radiating from the three Gold rank monsters, Thomas immediately stopped at the edge of the battlefield.
He shouted at the top of his lungs:
“Young Master Leon anticipated you would need support! He specifically ordered me to bring this relic to you!”
“Bishop, please catch it!”
As soon as he finished speaking, Thomas lowered his spear and gripped the skull of St. Elias in his dominant right hand.
He dropped into a javelin-throwing stance and lunged forward with explosive force.
Boom!
With a sudden twist of his torso, the skull of St. Elias sliced through the air, creating a sonic boom as it shot toward Miles like a cannonball.
At that moment...
The multi-pupiled monster from before sensed Thomas entering the battlefield. Its dozen or so maddened, multi-pupiled eyes swiveled sharply, locking onto Thomas as he threw the relic.
The moment those eyes fixed on him, a chill ran down Thomas's spine. A terrifying sensation welled up from within his body. He wanted to flee, but suddenly realized his blood had frozen; he couldn't even control his own limbs.
“Child, you have done well.”
Just then, a voice sounded in Thomas's ear. Simultaneously, a gentle power enveloped him, shielding him from the multi-pupiled monster's attack.
Miles caught the skull of St. Elias and said to Thomas, “Leave this to me. Give my thanks to Young Master Leon.”
“Yes, sir!”
Still shaken by the close call, Thomas didn't dare linger and quickly retreated.
Miles turned back to face the three gray mist monsters. This time, however, the grimness in his eyes had been replaced by the ease of relief.
He solemnly held up the skull of St. Elias. Within the skull, holy flames ignited with a roar. As he began his chant, the holy flames grew even more magnificent:
“God of Sacred Light above, your humblest servant calls to you from the depths of this darkness...”
...
Outside the central battlefield.
The Hand of Divine Spells gripped the Hammer of Holy Light and swung with sudden force. The massive hammerhead descended like a falling meteor, instantly crushing five monsters huddled together into a pulp.
Leon continued to expend his mental energy, using the Hammer of Holy Light to clear the sea of monsters before him.
Until a certain moment, when a massive orb of light suddenly ignited in the sky.
The orb took the place of the sun high above, emitting cold rays of light that washed over the sea of monsters in the Viscount's mansion.
The instant the light touched them, every gray mist monster froze mid-motion. They looked like wind-up dolls that hadn't been wound, standing perfectly still where they were.
The next moment, a sound like creaking and grinding machinery echoed through the mansion, growing louder and louder until it sounded like a chorus of bells and drums.
Crack!
When the sound reached its peak, all the monsters in the sea of monsters began to move again.
However, with every step they took, a portion of their bodies turned to ash and drifted into the air.
By the third step, every gray mist monster in the area had completely disintegrated into ash, coating the stone ground of the mansion.
Leon watched as the previously endless sea of monsters was annihilated in an instant by that cold orb of light, leaving behind a vast expanse covered in gray cinders.
His mind was shaken once again. “So this is... the power of a high-level transcendent...”
Fortunately, this power belonged to an ally.
Leon's tense nerves finally relaxed. Ignoring his noble image, he slumped down onto the ground.
“It's finally over...”
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