Green Monster Epic

Chapter 776: Enraged

Even a powerful Saint-level being like Rhys could not withstand such high-intensity divine spellcasting and domain expansion, as the energy accumulated within him was rapidly depleted.

Especially as the battle turned increasingly unfavorable for the Lionheart Kingdom's cavalry and guard knight团, countless injured warriors were healed within Rhys's domain, which in turn consumed Rhys's power.

What frustrated and infuriated Rhys the most was that the heroic spirits he had summoned from the divine kingdom at great cost were immediately banished back to the divine kingdom upon their arrival.

Not only did he gain nothing, but his authority and image of power were also diminished in the eyes of everyone.

Whether it was his imagination or not, Rhys could now see disappointment in the eyes of the surrounding soldiers and accompanying priests regarding his displayed combat prowess, which further aggravated the Pope, who had not tasted defeat for centuries.

In the hundreds of years since becoming Pope, Rhys had not engaged in actual combat.

He was accustomed to hearing flattery and praise, and although he outwardly maintained a humble demeanor, he had long been brainwashed by these compliments.

At the very least, he firmly believed in the strength of his abilities and faith.

However, his confidence was repeatedly slapped in the face during the battle.

His strongest trump card, which he had confidently believed would turn the tide of the entire war, had become a joke, which filled Rhys with shame and anger.

Moreover, the domain unleashed by the Saint-level priest confronting him had a bewitching effect.

After all, the authority of the Suffering God was mostly related to the mind, so under the influence of frustration, even the Saint-level Pope unknowingly fell for the opponent's tricks.

The casting of divine spells became more hurried and extravagant, lacking the composure and rationality he had displayed at the beginning.

Although this put considerable pressure and burden on Allen and other attacked powerhouses, it did not push them to the brink of danger.

On the contrary, the powerhouses entangled with Rhys were secretly delighted.

The opponent's reckless release of divine spells without regard for magic power and mental strength was extremely advantageous for legendary powerhouses accustomed to protracted battles.

Vernon, a demigod assassin with a human face but half-orc blood flowing in his veins, was lying in wait, constantly circling Rhys, looking for an opportunity to strike a blow.

An excellent assassin needed the excellent qualities of perseverance, the ability to withstand loneliness and resist impulsiveness.

Even though Rhys now appeared somewhat manic and his defense had some flaws, Vernon was still not ready to strike.

He needed a better opportunity, one that could truly wound the opponent's flesh, so that the potent poison on his dagger, specially prepared for Saints, could take effect and weaken the opponent's strength.

Although this time their attack on the War Church's Pope and his entourage did not explicitly require taking Rhys's life, if there was such an opportunity to weaken humanity's strength, Vernon, as a member of the Orc Empire, would naturally go all out.

Opportunities could arise at any time, as the other four companions were constantly launching counterattacks against Rhys, who was guarded by two battle priests, to create an opportunity for their companions to rush to Rhys's side.

The powerful pressure and energy tremors brought about by the clash between the two Saint-level beings stirred up winds and earthquakes exceeding level 12.

Only legendary powerhouses and above could move freely within a hundred meters, while other ordinary warriors could only hide far away to avoid being implicated by the aftermath of the powerhouses' attacks.

Now!

Rhys unleashed a group mind blast divine spell, and the three powerhouses in front of him were struck hard, their figures stagnating for several breaths.

Even another Saint-level being a hundred meters away suffered a mental distraction, almost failing to complete the divine spell model in his hand.

This scene immediately made the two battle priests guarding Rhys believe they had found an opportunity, and they tacitly swung their warhammers and divine spells, pouring them onto one of the legendary figures.

Their active attack gave Vernon an excellent opportunity to approach Rhys.

At the same time, Rhys had just unleashed a powerful divine spell again, and his mental strength and magic power were momentarily exhausted, his reaction and perception dropping to a low value.

Without hesitation, he flung the magic-breaking arrow from his hand crossbow and cast a shadow leap.

Vernon's figure emerged from the shadows beneath Rhys's feet, and his daggers resolutely stabbed towards Rhys's lower abdomen, the weakest point in terms of defense.

"Hmph!"

A glint flashed in Rhys's eyes, and his seemingly manic gaze instantly turned clear and cold.

The scepter in his hand suddenly struck towards the top of Vernon's head as he exerted force with his arms.

Ding!

Another protective spell was activated on the legendary-level robe, and a crystal-clear ice shield was formed, but a thin arrow pierced through its center.

The ice shield, which could withstand a legendary attack, shattered under the small magic-breaking arrow, but the powerful magic-breaking arrow was also restrained by the ice shield and could no longer advance, falling gently to the ground.

An ominous premonition arose in Vernon's heart.

The daggers he had stabbed out could no longer be retracted to block, and the demigod assassin, who had made a decision in an instant, stomped on the ground with his feet, advancing instead of retreating to meet the attack.

Tear!

Vernon's legendary-level leather armor, which was covered in many gaps, was torn open from the chest, and a spray of blood gushed out from the opening.

Although Rhys's battle profession was a priest, it did not mean that his close combat strength was weak.

Upon reaching the Saint first level, their bodies and spirits had long transcended the mortal realm.

Even if they had not trained their bodies or learned and mastered legendary specialties to enhance their bodies, a Saint priest could still fight ordinary legendary powerhouses for a period of time in a short time using only physical strength.

A pair of dark daggers also fluttered like butterflies, constantly stabbing at Rhys's thighs, lower abdomen, and other parts, but the opponent had long been shrouded in a powerful divine protection spell.

Vernon's hundreds of attacks, which erupted in an instant, could not break through the thin film of light.

Vernon's eyes gradually dimmed.

Although he had tried his best to deflect and contract, avoiding the most vital parts, the severe tearing wound in his abdominal cavity still made him feel somewhat overwhelmed.

In particular, he was even more unacceptable that he had tried his best to swing his daggers, increasing his speed to the limit, but still failed to break through the opponent's protective divine spell.

He also did not expect that Rhys's previous manic behavior was just a ruse to lure the enemy, and the target of the lure was himself, an assassin who had not had much presence all along.

Pfft!

With a flick of the scepter, Vernon's body was also carried away by the huge force, rolling outwards involuntarily.

Seeing that he was about to be thrown out of the safe range, Vernon still stabbed out the dagger in his hand unwillingly at the last moment.

Tear!

Unexpectedly, this time the dagger actually pierced through Rhys's robe.

When Vernon flew out, his sharp eyes had already seen a touch of scarlet splashing out from the opening in the robe, and the originally dim expression suddenly gained a touch of color.