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Translator: Nyoi_Bo_Studio Editor: Nyoi_Bo_Studio
The fighting was again in a cycle of repetition; The lumberjacks, then the bald janitor leading a few elites, then the lumberjacks again. They fought in this cycle and killed the steady stream of skeletons as though they were a meat grinder. However, without the wooden fence as their defense, it was not a good choice to attempt to withstand the steady stream of skeletons by relying entirely on human power.
As the fighting continued, some lumberjacks were injured. Because of the impact, their physical abilities dropped rapidly. Fewer and fewer lumberjacks were able to continue fighting, and the time the bald man could rest became more brief, having to keep on fighting on the front lines to prevent the front line from collapsing through his bravery.
This bald man was indeed a tough guy; As the fighting continued, he had more and more wounds and gradually became stained with blood. However, clenching his teeth, not only did he not retreat, but he also refused to show even a small expression of weakness. He kept on fighting.
But bravery alone was not enough. The growing wounds and his gradually slowing actions gave him away; he too could not hold on for much longer.
It seemed that the bald man would not be able to hold up. Sui nodded secretly and jumped out from the depths of the woods.
Perhaps this village had other ideas, but Sui Xiong could not stand by idly with his arms crossed while she watched a hero battling for the safety of others.
The huge body set off a gust of wind and huge tentacles waved, breaking trees and overturning the ground, like a tornado drawing traces of terror on the earth. They pushed Sui Xiong to march quickly while crossing almost ten miles. He finally rushed to the vacant space in front of the village.
"Demacia!"
The giant jellyfish, roaring the lines of the game in a language that nobody could comprehend in this world, struck and smashed the skeletons crowding towards the gate of the village with its swinging tentacles.
Boom!
At least a hundred skeletons were smashed by the hit. Even the ground was deeply caved in. The monster's strange tremendous power was on full display.
For these guys who only had bones left, the giant jellyfish was outrageously powerful.
"Haha! See, you trash!? I am strong, super strong! I am irresistibly and absolutely powerful!"
Sui Xiong, laughing, waved his tentacles and whipped the skeletons, which were demolished. Although he had actually only shown a small portion of his own strength, this level of strength had been enough to wipe out a mighty army.
The villagers, who had been in a bitter fight, were stunned by this chain of events. There was no way that they could have seen this coming!
Experienced gamers had seen a Gailun jumping out of the grass before, but who could have expected such an astonishing happening as a giant dragon dropping from the sky?
Fortunately, Sui Xiong had made this body quite reserved. Despite being bulky, it was not particularly ferocious. It had thick skin and plain colors, with no patterns or deformities. It was nothing more than a big monster with thick skin and tentacles. In contrast, the skeletons were more horrible.
It was like an elephant and a hyena; although an elephant is much bigger than a hyena and can kill one, judging by appearances, the elephant looks more friendly. It is especially the case when the elephant is protecting you so that you will not be hurt by a hyena.
Seeing Sui Xiong sweeping off the thousands of troops by waving tentacles in all directions and leaving bone dregs flying in a disorderly way, many villagers cheered up. However, behind the crowd, in the stone house that the sense of Sui Xiong's soul could not sense, there was a pair of old eyes that did not show the slightest joy, but rather surprise and anger.
"What the hell is this legendary creature!?" This was the night watchman and chief priest of White Leaves Village. He stared fiercely at the behemoth that was killing the skeleton group. He was so angry that even his beard was trembling.
Having spent a lot of time, energy, and resources, he had arranged several ways of maneuvering, and was ready to take advantage of this year's Ash Night when the skeleton army sieged in order to greatly enhance his power through faith, and gain more followers for his religion. He could also see the old bald man, who posed a barrier to his preaching by always encouraging the villagers to be self-reliant, die.
Originally, everything was going well. Seeing that everything was happening step by step, and the bald guy was going to die soon, the night watchman gathered that when he showed his power as a last resort and acted as a savior, the villagers would surely bow down to him. They had already bowed to him, but not in a pious way; they should sincerely worship him in the way that he devoted everything to His Majesty, and they should give His Majesty their faith as well.
Shortly after the end of life, the night watchman would be able to proudly go to the heavenly kingdom of His Majesty. He prepared everything properly. When things happened step by step, all was under his command. However, this damn monster had ruined everything!
Damn! Judging by this huge body and powerful force, it should be a cruel legendary monster, a monster that would destroy creatures so that people would fear it. But why had it come to protect humanity!?
The chief priest, who was wearing a black gown, was already very old. When he was young he had been an adventurer, traveling everywhere around the continent. He had spread the glory of the gods they believed in, all while gathering wealth and enhancing their strength. He had also seen those huge, arrogant, and unprincipled monsters with a despairing force that arbitrarily did things to avail their strengths.
But now, he saw a monster that was beyond imagination. It was strong, but not fierce. On the contrary, it was very friendly.
More than once, he had seen the monster deliberately avoid hurting the villagers during the battle. At points, it was even willing to be taken advantage of, which gave the skeletons chances to attack it. But it always tried to protect the villagers.
There was no doubt that this was a good monster. Perhaps it was not from the human world, but from some glorious, peaceful, and warm world. Was it a heavenly creature? A heavenly jellyfish? That would be unheard of.
Aside from a little doubt, he felt more anger. This old chief priest had experienced many storms and failures, so it was not a big deal if the plan failed. A narrow failure could be tolerated, but he was more disappointed with the future.
Because that big guy was so friendly to humans, it was likely to stay in this area and became a patron saint or something like that. With its guardianship, the nearby villages would certainly no longer have to rely on divine power to weather the crisis. This might not be a big problem for the Good God's Churches that were good at treating diseases, but it was a disaster for them, an Evil God's Church, which was maintained with fear and threats! Not to mention, good and evil had been rivals since ancient times; if that good monster would fight and kill even those less evil necromantic beings, would it spare him, the chief priest of an Evil God's Church, who was completely evil?
He was afraid that after it had swept the skeleton army, it would smash His Majesty's holy mansion!!
The old chief priest's chest fluctuated violently like a blacksmith's bellows. His anger was like a burning blast furnace, nearly making him crazy. It was absolutely intolerable!
Fear and anger made him impatiently walk around, and disturb the girls around him who acted as priest assistants. Fortunately, he came to himself soon and calmed down.
Anger could not solve the problem, but could bring more problems. He needed to remain calm, as things were not yet completely desperate.
At this time, mortal power was useless. He could only pray to the great altar and ask for God's wisdom.
"The loyal vigilante, the sleepless one who guards the divine door, your servant is praying here, whose insignificant wisdom is no longer sufficient for the immediate situation. I pray that with your great wisdom, you could tell me how to do it!"
At first, his prayer was not answered, but it did not take long before the little shrine gave off a strange radiance. The radiance was dark, but was inexplicably dazzling. It was even stranger as warmth and coldness was also released.
Accompanying this strange light was an inexplicable will, which simply contacted the old priest before it disappeared immediately, together with the fantastic radiance as though it never existed.
"Strange! Is it my illusion?" When the radiance appeared, Sui Xiong felt that the annoying atmosphere was suddenly enhanced. He subconsciously looked at the stone house, but saw nothing special. When he intended to carefully watch, the atmosphere disappeared, and all was usual, so he wondered whether he just experienced an illusion.
However, this idea was fleeting. It was not an easy task to properly protect the villagers while dealing with the skeleton army. At the moment, as he was repressing most of his own power and was even more strained, he did not have much room for distraction.
Anyway, there was a long time left for future communication, so he didn't worry about it. But even if he didn't worry about it, his enemies would.
In the stone house, in front of the shrine, the old priest who was praying with closed eyes opened his eyes. There was no worry or anxiety in his eyes, but a color of ecstasy.
"Great! The time has come for me to go to the kingdom of my God! The glorious moment of my life has finally arrived!"
He laughed, opened the treasure box, and took out a wooden stick.
There were many stains on the black wooden stick, and it looked like traces left by dried blood. The bloody scent in the air also proved this. There was a very sharp section and two blood grooves on the wooden stick, which meant once it was pierced into the body of prey, its blood would pour out along the blood groove and tint the special pattern of the stick. Those "patterns" would turn the blood into magic by quickly building a miniature sacrificial rite, and would turn victims into offerings to the evil god.
Many years ago, when the old priest was a young priest, he spent a lot on asking a magician, evil like him, to make him the wooden stick. He named it "offering", finished many sacrifices by using this, and pleased the gods with these sacrifices more than once.
Why he was able to become a chief priest who presided over one side of the holy home, from a mediocre one, was largely attributed to this stick.
Today, he had to use this stick again.
This time, he would offer the best sacrifice!
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