Green Monster Epic

Chapter 779 Withdrawal

When the magic lock was breached, Stavan, the leader of the Rose Thorns Knights, barely managed to steady himself.

Before the howling, terrifying hurricane had completely dissipated, he produced a peculiar magical item and raised it high into the air.

Boom!

A brilliant red light source shone in the sky.

Even though thick dust and smoke enveloped the area, most of the surviving humans could still see the light, which rivaled the sun.

As the light shone in the sky, lingering for a long time, the surviving human warriors of the Rose Thorns Knights seemed to receive some kind of signal.

Almost simultaneously, they took out a black pill from their pockets and swallowed it.

Instantly, new power surged through their weary bodies.

Beneath the heavy armor, in places unseen, the muscles, honed over the years, expanded even further, and blue veins bulged grotesquely.

Even the eyes of these warriors gained a hint of madness and determination.

"For my Lord!"

"Pain makes me stronger!!"

Various low roars came from the mouths of these warriors, followed by a change in their fighting style.

No longer needing any cooperation or paying attention to defense, these warriors, carefully cultivated by the Suffering Church, now seemed to transform into beasts that only knew how to kill, resolutely charging into the surrounding enemy ranks.

If someone broke open a wound on their armor, they wouldn't even blink, turning around to return a slash.

If their arm was cut off, they would bite and headbutt.

If their legs couldn't move, they would coil around their opponent like snakes, using any means possible to injure them, willing to perish together.

Puff!! Puff puff!!

The members of the Rose Thorns Knights couldn't even feel the pain anymore, and no longer had any negative emotions.

In the last moment, they simply used their bodies as firecrackers, detonating their flesh into mottled fragments through the explosive surge of energy within their bodies, embedding themselves into the bodies of their opponents.

In just a few minutes, before the dust overhead had dissipated, none of the knights who had accompanied Stavan on this mission survived.

Most of them couldn't even find a complete body.

"Old friend, please lend me your strength once more, and accompany me to complete my final mission!!"

Stavan gently patted the earth dragon's rough forehead, his eyes filled with calmness and fearlessness.

"Roar!!"

The close animal companion actually had a good intellect, seeming to understand his words, turning his head to look at his master with affection, then raising his head and letting out a deafening roar.

"Kill!!"

Stavan once again took the initiative to attack, but this time, his target was no longer the strongmen of the Lionheart Kingdom, but instead, he suddenly turned his spear and attacked another unknown demigod archmage who was fighting fiercely with the demigod Edward.

"You filthy orcish scum, daring to send people to assassinate the Pope of the War Church, you are provoking the bottom line of my human gods!!"

While charging, Stavan exerted all his strength and roared out the loudest voice of his life, even using amplification spells before his roar, just so that his roar could spread to more people's ears.

Stavan's betrayal caught many people by surprise, but everyone was now somewhat baffled.

Their earlier actions of the Rose Thorns Knights had already been confirmed, so even if they betrayed now, could they change reality?

"Your Holiness!!"

Spencer and another surviving battle priest watched helplessly as the Pope they were protecting died before their eyes.

Feeling the aura belonging to the other party gradually dissipate, not only did intense grief rise on the faces of the several accompanying strongmen of the War Church, but also a surge of anger and fear burned in their hearts.

As the protectors of His Holiness the Pope, Spencer and his party were clearly responsible for the Pope's death.

Even if reinforcements and strongmen had arrived at this time, and the magic lock had been broken, for Spencer and other survivors on the battlefield, they would not have the opportunity to return alive to the War Church of the Howling Wind Kingdom.

Unless, they could kill all the enemies who participated in the siege and assassination of Pope Liszt, as well as the masterminds behind them, to avenge His Holiness the Pope.

But this was obviously unrealistic.

The remaining enemies on the battlefield were probably not something that Spencer and his remaining companions could eliminate.

Knowing what the result would be, Spencer and the others had no other choice.

Driven by grief and hatred, Spencer and the remaining warriors of the War Church roared, each raising the weapons in their hands, and without any retreat or reservation, launched a desperate attack towards the location of Allen, Eric, and other assassins.

"Avenge His Holiness!!"

"Kill them…"

Edward was probably one of the calmest strongmen on the current battlefield.

Even though the environment he was in was not optimistic, and he was constantly suppressed by the demigod archmage on the opposite side, he was still able to oversee the entire battlefield.

The demise of Liszt's aura inevitably saddened Edward.

He never expected that the Suffering Church would dare to do such a big thing as assassinating the Pope, and they actually succeeded.

The resulting change in the situation was probably beyond the control of the Lionheart royal family.

Just as Spencer and the others once again launched a desperate charge against the enemy, Edward himself had already begun to retreat.

Not to mention that ghostly figure was now probably hiding in some corner, peeking at him, just the death of the Pope of the War Church must be conveyed back to Lionheart City as soon as possible, so that the old King Daizel and the kingdom's prime ministers would know, so as to gain buffer time to re-formulate a plan.

He slowly began to chant the incantation of a high-level teleportation spell in his heart, and a pair of agile arms were using the staff in his hand to construct the spell model.

At the same time, Edward was constantly moving and shifting, dodging the various medium-sized interference spells fired by the opposing mage.

Without the blockade of the magic lock, Edward's heart was also a little more at ease.

The power of a mage was not only reflected in combat, but also in their ability to escape pursuit.

Seeing that the teleportation spell was about to be completed, the strange demigod mage on the opposite side also smiled knowingly, and cast a spell first.

The spell was very fast, and Edward, who still couldn't fly, quickly dodged into the surrounding crowd, trying to use the tall figures of the cavalry to shield his figure, and also block the opponent's magic.

However, the other party's mental power had already locked onto Edward, even if the other party cast several small spells in succession, and turned sharply several times, he still couldn't escape the tracking of the other party's magic.

Whoosh!!

The invisible air, under the immense influence of magic, instantly solidified into a tangible existence. Edward, in his attempt to dodge, crashed headfirst into it, nearly suffering a concussion and causing his forming spell model to almost collapse.

Several human cavalrymen were also locked inside the spatial cage, continuously thrusting their lances at the invisible air wall, yet unable to break through this unseen barrier.

Edward, though in chaos, remained composed, as if prepared. The instant the high-level teleportation spell model in his hand was officially completed, he hurled a magic dispelling scroll directly at the invisible air wall.

The opposing Grand Mage maintained a calm gaze. A source of light had already formed on his right-hand staff, while a scroll appeared in his left. As the dimensional anchor ray shot out from his right hand, he simultaneously tore the scroll in his left, unleashing another ray that directly sealed off Edward's retreat.

Under the power of the dispel magic scroll, the air wall emitted a sound akin to shattering glass. Just as the two dimensional anchor spell rays were about to converge, Edward's body turned into a bubble, and he cast the Blink spell ahead of time, dodging into the surrounding crowd.

The demigod Grand Mage Garvin, who had disguised his appearance, was not surprised by the failure of his spell. At their level, mages could easily suppress opponents, but defeating them through spell duels was extremely difficult.

The opponent's high-level teleportation spell was clearly complete. A portal opened before him, and at the same time, Garvin began constructing a teleportation spell, preparing to continue his pursuit.

Just as most of Edward's body had stepped into the teleportation portal, a figure suddenly appeared behind him. A pair of sharp short swords, as easily as cutting melons, pierced through four or five legendary-level protective spells on Edward's body.

This sudden change not only drastically altered Edward's expression, but even his opponent, the demigod mage Garvin, was extremely shocked. The movement in his hand faltered, and the spell model he was about to complete nearly collapsed again, but he forcibly stabilized it and continued constructing it more urgently.

Edward attempted to take remedial measures. However, the previous spell duel with Garvin had already consumed most of his spell slots, as well as various magical items.

The remaining gems on his equipment, under the stimulation of Edward's mental power, were about to unleash several spells. At this point, he could no longer care that his body had already entered the spatial sub-dimension, and such spellcasting might cause spatial turbulence, causing him to be lost in the alternate dimension space.

His body finally completely stepped into the dimensional gate. Only when the spatial rift opened by the dimensional gate closed again did Edward finally breathe a long sigh of relief, and couldn't help but raise a hand to his chest, wanting to calm his agitated mood.

"Huh??"

His palm actually passed directly through his chest, and at the same time, a moist liquid streaked across his fingers. As if realizing something, Edward lowered his head with a pale face. The first thing he saw was a bloody, terrifying hole, with a large amount of blood spurting out of the cavity, slowly dripping down Edward's body.

Belatedly, Edward only felt an irresistible chill rapidly freeze his body and spirit together, and boundless darkness surged into his sea of consciousness.

Thump!

A dimensional gate opened momentarily halfway up a mountain a thousand meters away, and then Edward's corpse, most of which was stained red, was directly thrown out, falling silently like other fallen warriors.

Garvin couldn't care less about his opponent at this time. The only thought in his mind was to leave here quickly and find a safe place.

Garvin had personally witnessed the ghostly Saint-level assassin pierce Edward's chest from behind with a pair of sharp short swords, stirring out a large cavity, just as the dimensional gate was about to disappear.

This opponent of his, Edward, was certainly doomed to die, but he, as one of the organizers of this operation, did not know that there was such a Saint-level assassin among his members.

Since this suddenly appearing powerful assassin was not one of his team members, and the target was a demigod from the Lionheart Kingdom, his true identity was not too difficult to guess.

Then the follow-up question came again. Since the other side had such a strong presence on the battlefield, why didn't they take action during the previous day?

His group had previously pretended to be the hidden hand of the Suffering Church, taking advantage of the fact that the various forces were unprepared and unable to judge the situation, and directly dragged the three forces into the fray. Even if the other parties later realized that something was wrong, who could really stop and clarify their doubts in the face of the already chaotic situation and the companions who had gone mad with killing and died in battle!

But obviously, this hidden assassin, whose aura was definitely stronger than a demigod, had not acted during this day. He must have been able to sort out the problem. But in the end, he did not stop the chaotic situation, and even seized the opportunity to simply kill the biggest targets of the orcs and the wilderness. Was he not afraid of triggering a war between the churches?

However, at this moment, Staffan, who had been cooperating with Garvin and the others, and was fighting with the Lionheart Kingdom's border cavalry and the War Church's Knights, suddenly shouted a slogan and launched a charge towards Garvin, which seemed to make the confused Garvin understand something.

Whoosh!

Staffan was still one step too late. Garvin's spell had already formed, and before the opponent's lance could pierce him, his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot and appeared on the edge of the battlefield, near where Allen was.

"We've been used! Retreat!!"

Allen was leading Eric to charge out of the battlefield at this time. Facing the aura that suddenly appeared within his attack range, he almost slashed out the Bone Chopper, but fortunately, he recognized the identity of the person in time and stopped the attack.

There was no way, Allen had personally witnessed Leith being assassinated by that unknown powerhouse in front of him, and he was indeed shocked by the opponent. Although he was definitely capable of fighting, if he were to suffer heavy damage again as a result, given the current situation of being deep in human territory, it would not be a good thing.

After Garvin issued the retreat order to Allen, he took out a magical item he did not know when, and then threw it into the sky. A huge and long whistling sound soared into the sky. The other surviving companions reacted one after another, each suddenly exerting force to launch a powerful attack. When they forced back their opponents, they suddenly shot into the sky, and actually began to flee in all directions.

It turned out that when Garvin said retreat, the exhausted Eric had already withdrawn the anti-air domain, and many powerhouses finally regained the ability to stay in the air.