Amber City.
The once bustling city was now in ruins. Flames burned everywhere, and weak cries for help could be heard from the collapsed buildings. Unfortunately, no one was there to save these pitiful commoners. Dark shadows lingered in the burning ruins, and blue soul flames appeared in the eyes of the pale skeletons. Corpses came back to life one after another in the blasphemous language. They picked up their weapons and walked towards the only place in Amber City that was still intact.
The Temple District.
This was the only part of Amber City that was still intact.
The temples of the gods emitted a faint light, and the statues of the gods were covered in a layer of spiritual light. The temple guards stood at the front, and behind them were the surviving Amber City guards. Even the once gentle and elegant priests (who loved to preach) had taken off their robes and put on heavy armor. They were not pure spellcasters, but they also had decent melee skills.
The priestess who had helped Søren before was among them.
She wore a silver half-body armor and held a knight's shield in her hand. Her weapon was a three-foot-long flail.
This weapon was very difficult to use, and its lethality was also top-notch.
She had once received specialized combat training, but when it came to choosing a weapon, none of the other weapons were as comfortable as a flail. That was why she had chosen this unique and dangerous weapon to wield. The slender priestess wore a silver half-body armor, held a knight's shield in one hand, and held a heavy flail in the other. Such a scene was visually shocking.
However, it also showed how dangerous the situation was.
Even the non-official priests had to participate in the battle. Behind them were the few survivors of Amber City. These survivors hid in the temples and shivered, waiting for their final fate.
The blasphemous language was still echoing in the air.
Among the evil Fallen, there were even more evil Blasphemous Priests. They were using blasphemous language to weaken the divine protection of the temple. The eight Dread Knights circled around the temple area. The Nightmares beneath them spewed out flames with the smell of sulfur. Countless undead wandered around the area. The dead that were resurrected by the blasphemous language would disappear at dawn the next day.
However, they might not be able to wait until then.
The temple's power was getting weaker and weaker. The Terror Knight commanded the Nightmares to get closer. Even though they were still anxious, the Nightmares were getting closer and closer to the temple.
This was a terrifying existence that they could not match!
Eight Legendary-level Terror Knights. Even if Amber City used up all of its forces, they would not be able to defeat them.
Despair shrouded the ruined city.
Fear.
It was everywhere!
However, just as everyone had given up hope and was preparing to welcome their final fate, a strange commotion suddenly occurred in the distance.
The priests began to comfort the others, telling them that even if death befell them, their souls would return to the kingdom of God, where they would live a peaceful and eternal life. The guardian knights of the temple had already begun to kneel down and pray. They were pleading for the blessings of the gods and vowed to fight until the last moment.
As long as the power of the temple was not desecrated, their souls would not be contaminated.
Suddenly!
One of the Amber City guards had a look of disbelief on his face as he pointed to the front and shouted, "Look over there!"
An inconspicuous figure appeared in the darkness.
He had a bald head, with not a single strand of hair on it. He was only wearing tattered clothes made of coarse cloth and simple leggings. He did not have any weapons in his hands. However, he was surrounded by countless undead. Groups of undead attacked him in a frenzy. The ghosts stretched out their claws at him, while the skeletons swung their swords at him.
However, he did not seem to care at all.
When these attacks landed on him, they did not cause any ripples. Not even a single hair on his body was harmed. He just calmly looked in front of him, and when he saw the survivors of the temple, he showed a hint of relief.
"At least I'm still in time!"
He sighed in a low voice and then stomped his foot, causing an invisible wave of air to erupt.
Hundreds of skeletons and ghosts around him were sent flying.
The ground cracked in all directions like a spider web, and in the rumbling sound of the ground collapsing, all the stone slabs within a hundred-meter radius with him as the center were reduced to tiny pieces of stone.
"Transcendent and Saintly!"
Pastor Phil had a look of disbelief on his face. He looked in front of him and suddenly shouted, "Form a defensive formation!"
"Divine buff!"
"Hold on until dawn, and we'll be saved!"
A legendary monk.
The inconspicuous figure that appeared in front of them was a legendary monk, and it was the rarest ascetic monk! (Does not wear any armor, does not use any weapons.)
One-inch Punch (Legendary)!
The inconspicuous monk that appeared in the darkness suddenly leaped forward, crossing a distance of tens of meters. He clenched his fist and punched at the skeleton knight in front of him. The skeleton knight that was awakened by the blasphemous words trembled. The undead armor on its body did not change at all, but the bones in its body shattered inch by inch, turning it into a pile of broken bones.
— Flaming Sun!
Facing the undeads that were coming from all directions, the monk clasped his palms together, and then a scorching flame burst out from his palms. When he struck out with his palms, the air around him exploded with a dull sound, and a surging heat wave spread out along with the scorching flame. The strong air wave blew the surrounding sand and stones, and the nearby undeads were also sent flying more than ten meters away.
The low-grade skeletons fell down in batches.
The blasphemous priests finally discovered the monk's existence. Three of them walked out and began to cast spells. Several evil lights appeared one after another, and shot towards the monk in the distance.
— Shadow Moon!
The monk's expression did not change at all. He suddenly put his palms together, and his skin turned golden. A silver-white energy field appeared, and directly resisted all the spells.
Then, he suddenly jumped, and his figure disappeared into thin air.
— Ethereal Form!
— Traceless Steps!
The monk's figure appeared in front of the blasphemous priests in an instant, and directly shouted with a palm strike.
— Mage Armor (Master)
— Stone Skin.
An invisible energy field appeared around the blasphemous priests, and in an instant, it blocked the monk's attack. At the same time, his body turned into a stone color, and his whole body was wrapped in it. The nearby Blasphemy Oracles began to cast spells rapidly, covering them with another Energy Deflection Field.
— Vajra Palm!
The monk withdrew his palm, and when he punched out again, his palm turned golden. Accompanied by a crisp cracking sound, the energy field around the blasphemous priests was instantly shattered. At the same time, the Stone Skin on his body cracked and collapsed in the blink of an eye. With just the power of a palm strike, a blasphemous priest's sternum was completely caved in, and all the bones in his body were shattered, and he fell to the ground like mud.
"A group of stupid spellcasters."
"Do you really think a layer of stone skin and an energy shield can block our attacks?"
In the darkness.
An incomparably strong figure walked out.
Along with his footsteps, the ground could not help but tremble. It was a majestic man about 2.4 meters tall. Just the size of his arm was already the size of a person's waist. He carried a heavy axe in one hand, and it was probably more than 600 pounds. It was as heavy as a door plank, and just like that, he casually walked into the encirclement of the undead.
"Leave this to me."
The majestic man said, and then suddenly hammered his own chest. His originally abnormally strong body, which was already abnormally strong, began to expand. Terrifying muscles and ferocious blue veins appeared, and with a crackling sound, the bones in his body grew one by one, and his whole body became a three-meter-tall behemoth.
— Berserk.
But this was not the end. Accompanied by a wild growl, he fiercely hammered the ground. His already exaggerated body size began to explode once again!
— Legendary Berserk.
The ground cracked under the terrifying power, and the majestic figure had turned into a five-meter-tall giant. The axe that was not very symmetrical was now just right in his hand. Terrifying muscles filled with endless power covered his entire body, and ferocious earthworm-like veins appeared on his tough skin. He looked like an ancient killing machine!
“SBD！！！”
An incomparably wild roar that resounded through the heavens and earth erupted.
With this horrifying figure as the center, the skeletons within a 50-meter radius were directly shattered into skeletons. The nearby blasphemous priests screamed miserably, and traces of blood seeped out of their ears, eyes, and nostrils. They seemed to have gone mad, and they just lay on the ground with idiotic smiles on their faces.
— War Roar [Legendary]! (Sound Wave Attack)
The five-meter-tall giant rested his heavy axe on his shoulder. He glanced at the blasphemous priests who had turned into idiots and mocked, "What a bunch of weak spellcasters!" (Endurance failed.)
— Earth-shattering Slash!
The giant stomped his foot, and a crack appeared on the ground. The place where the blasphemous priests were standing collapsed, and the rubble completely buried the weak spellcasters.
* Thud Thud Thud! *
The sound of heavy hooves echoed in the ruins.
When he saw the Dread Knight in front of him, the Legendary Barbarian's face showed a hint of seriousness. He slowly put down the heavy axe and licked his lips. "Finally, a worthy opponent has appeared!"
— Undying Rage!
A blood-red aura covered his skin. The Barbarian roared and swung his axe at the Dread Knight in front of him.
* Clang! *
A heavy executioner's sword firmly blocked the attack of the axe. The Nightmare Lord let out a painful cry, and the horse's hooves sank deep into the ground.
The Dread Knight slowly dismounted from his warhorse, and his blood-red eyes stared at the Barbarian in front of him. He tore off the blood-stained cloak on his body, and his black-scaled arm armor changed from one hand to two, and the heavy executioner's sword was held horizontally in front of his chest.
The real battle.
Until now, it had only just begun!
…
(Class Skill [Legendary Rage]: Strength + 10, Constitution + 10, Immune to all mind control spells, Immune to Labyrinth, Immune to Imprisonment, Unlimited Stamina for the duration.)
(Class Skill [Transcendence]: After a long period of training, the monk's body has gradually been trained to perfection. His body has become a supernatural existence. Any non-supernatural physical attack will not be able to harm the monk. The monk is immune to all normal weapon attacks. Only rare weapons + 1 or above or enchanted weapons can harm him.)
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