What is an offensive priest?

Chapter 18 Conversations with the Dead

The brilliance of dawn receded like the tide.

The goblins further away, though they had miraculously survived, were all quite badly injured. Their green skins looked as if they had been scorched by flames, emitting a strong burnt smell, and they were rolling on the ground howling in agony.

The entire vestibule looked as if it had just undergone a baptism of sacred flames.

The goblin priest also had his cheek burned. He covered half of his face tightly, brandishing his staff and snarling viciously.

"Tear them to pieces!"

Those goblins who were still able to move hesitated briefly before letting out another frantic howl.

Fear was overwhelmed by fanatical faith; they grabbed anything that could be used as a weapon—broken wooden sticks, rusty spears—and surged toward the four like a green tide!

"I'm entrusting the children to you!" Kro shouted to Avel without turning his head, drawing his fine iron longsword from his waist.

The sword reflected a chilling light under the holy glow.

The paladin charged forward, using only the most basic slashes and sweeps, without employing any fancy sword techniques.

But every sword strike he unleashed was precise and deadly.

This blade, forged by the master blacksmiths of Baldur's Gate, sliced ​​off the green-skinned head in front of it as easily as cutting melons and vegetables.

The last remaining ogre was slightly smaller, but still over eight feet tall, its body covered in bulging muscles.

It wielded a thick wooden stake wrapped with rusty iron chains, each swing accompanied by a whistling sound as it smashed towards the thief.

The thief Maurice moved with agility, like a ghost, around the ogre. The poisoned dagger in his hand gleamed coldly, leaving shallow wounds on the ogre's body as if it were a knife cutting through flesh.

But ogres have thick skin and flesh, and their massive size makes them impervious even toxins.

The ogre clumsily swung the stake, trying to hit the annoying fly, but each time it only hit the floor or accidentally injured a goblin companion who tried to get closer.

Meanwhile, on Richard's side...

After unleashing Dawn of Light, he was not in good condition; the spot on his shoulder where he had been hit by the goblin warhammer was still throbbing.

Even more troublesome is that the side effects of the Bloodlust modifier are beginning to appear; the battle frenzy is fading, replaced by intense fatigue and weakness.

"Lord Richard, recovery potion!"

The drow mage unleashed a magical fire arrow, repelling a gnoll that attempted to ambush him. He then pulled a bottle of red potion from his robes and tossed it to Richard.

"Thanks"

Richard caught it, pulled out the cork, and tilted his head back to drink it down.

The moment the liquid entered my throat, a cool, warm current flowed down my esophagus into my stomach and then quickly spread throughout my body.

The fatigue dissipated like the receding tide, the pain from the wound lessened considerably, and my breathing became steady and strong again.

He quickly scanned the battlefield.

Kro had already cleared out most of the goblins, leaving only five or six terrified greenskins huddled in a corner, their hands trembling as they gripped their weapons, clearly having lost their will to fight.

They are currently helping the thieves fight against the ogres.

His Holy Slash was able to deal effective damage to the ogre, and with the rogue providing support from the sidelines, the ogre gradually began to struggle.

The only variable is that goblin priest.

The second floor of the Temple of Serenne.

The goblin priest lowered his hand, half of his cheek scorched black by the dawn light, revealing the charred muscles and cheekbones beneath.

It watched as its kin were slaughtered by the adventure team, its sinister eyes radiating intense killing intent as it stared intently at the battlefield below, its eyes churning with vicious resentment.

The goblin priest stood on the high platform, waving his staff.

Its lips moved, and obscure incantations were squeezed out of its throat like the hiss of a venomous snake.

A dark, gloomy magical fluctuation spread out like an invisible ripple!

Crowe and the thief Maurice, who were fighting the ogre, suddenly froze on the spot, unable to move.

"It's a human-freezing spell!"

As a mage, Avel immediately recognized the spell cast by the goblin priest and waved his staff, releasing a magic fire arrow in an attempt to break its concentration.

But just as the flaming arrow was about to hit its target...

A giant, dark purple, semi-transparent hand appeared out of thin air in front of the goblin priest.

The Hand of the Supreme God!

puff--

A slight sound of it going out.

The flaming arrow vanished completely, like a spark falling into water, without even a wisp of smoke.

Oops!

Seeing that his spell attack had no effect, the ogre swung his giant club and smashed it down on Kro and the other two.

Avel quickly cast a shield spell on them, temporarily blocking the ogre's attack.

But this won't last long.

Just then, Richard finally regained his ability to move.

"You watch the child, and leave that magic goblin to me!"

talking.

Richard suddenly exerted force with both legs, like a cannonball, and smashed towards the second floor of the temple.

Faced with this savage priest who had killed the bear goblin with a single punch, the goblin priest dared not be careless in the slightest and quickly released a tracer bullet.

A fist-sized energy blast, emitting a blinding white light, hurtled toward Richard.

But Richard smashed it to pieces with a casual punch, and it exploded like fireworks.

Left with no other option, the goblin priest had to retreat and temporarily avoid the attack.

at the same time.

After losing the spell's focus on immobilizing humans, Kro and the thief were able to move again.

The thief Maurice pulled out his crossbow, aimed at the ogre's most vulnerable eye, and fired an arrow.

call out--!

The crossbow bolt pierced the air!

Before the ogre could even react, an arrow pierced his left eye, exiting from the back of his head and bringing with it a spray of black blood mixed with brain matter!

"roar--!"

The cannibal let out a piercing, distorted scream, covered its eyes with its hands, and its mountain-like fat writhed wildly in agony.

Kro seized the opportunity.

Taking advantage of the ogre's unpreparedness, he leaped into the air, his fine iron longsword radiating the light of a sacred weapon.

The Holy Slash—

A round head slowly rolled down.

Seeing his goblin minions slaughtered and the priest closing in on him, the goblin priest lost all will to resist.

He quickly used his mirror magic to create three illusory clones, attempting to distract Richard's judgment and take the opportunity to escape.

But Richard, as a priest with exceptional perception, could accurately determine the location of the body even without using his eyes.

He walked straight past the mirror image, grabbed the goblin priest by the neck, and lifted him high into the air.

"Who ordered you to do this?"

"What is the purpose of kidnapping the child?"

Richard knew that the fact that this group of intellectually challenged greenskins could launch such an organized attack meant that someone must be planning it behind the scenes.

The goblin priest seemed certain that Richard wouldn't kill it, his cunning eyes filled with mockery.

"Even if you knew, so what?"

"In the end, won't they all become sacrifices to the supreme God?"

After Kro and his companions finished clearing out all the goblins in the temple, they also went up to the second floor.

"What do we do now?"

Richard did not hesitate at all, his eyes revealing a ruthless determination.

"Kill him!"

"Then the deceased spoke!"