Chapter 308: Chapter 219: Have We Defeated the Priest?! (Vote for us monthly!)_2
At the same time, he also sent out two brief words in the chat window:
Dongyang and others didn’t hesitate, and nine Transcendents, leveraging their far superior physical fitness, hurled the blue ink incendiary bombs far away.
Except for two that slightly missed and fell by the priest’s feet, the remaining seven bombs hit the priest directly.
A bright blue flame ignited instantly, engulfing an area with a thirty-meter diameter in fire, the heat wave hitting their faces.
The giant ghoul monster, covered in blue flames, bellowed upwards, its howling filled with anger and madness, and even a trace of panic.
It attempted to rush out of the sea of fire, but a crocodile monster blocked its path.
Every time it changed direction, Polaris would take the opportunity to follow up, punching its leg joints to block it. After several attempts, the long hair on Father O’Con’s body was burnt and matted onto his skin, emitting billows of thick smoke.
The crackling sounds were incessant.
The priest’s eyes were cold, knowing that if he continued to delay, he might indeed die here, at the hands of these treacherous and cunning Blasphemers, as weak as reptiles.
Not knowing what myriad tactics these individuals still had, and unclear of the priest’s position, he decided it was safer to temporarily retreat and relay the information back to the Church.
All at once, his body burst forth with a sudden red light, exploding with speed and strength far exceeding before, and he rushed out of the sea of fire. This was the ghoul’s ability, but it required sacrificing a significant portion of Life Force and would leave him considerably weakened for a long period afterward—it was somewhat of a desperate last resort.
“We can’t let him escape! We must block him!”
A thought flashed through Polaris’s mind; he gritted his teeth, pushed off the ground, and flashed to the priest’s feet, swinging his fist fiercely.
But this time, it did not go as he wished.
The elongated, faceless beast head turned, its bloodthirsty, cold eyes staring straight at him, and then its massive, sharp claw swung with terrifying speed!
The priest’s desperate strike under duress far exceeded Polaris’s reaction, and the claws, like four bolts of lightning, struck straight into Polaris’s chest.
His punch had not yet been thrown when he was blasted dozens of meters away, crashing harshly in front of Dongyang and others.
As everyone looked up again, they saw the enormous ghoul, engulfed in blue fire, fleeing into the distance, gradually disappearing from sight.
“Are you okay?! Polaris!”
Dongyang and the others rushed forward with concern, helping him up.
Polaris’s vital energy dissipated, the characteristics of the crocodile and gazelle faded away, revealing his cracked skin oozing blood, barely clinging to life.
“Life Points… down to single digits.”
Polaris said with difficulty.
“Although I didn’t die, avoiding Level dropping… but we spent so many resources… I even used two precious items, and still, we couldn’t kill the priest!”
He gritted his teeth, clearly extremely reluctant.
Dongyang and the others exchanged glances, showing expressions of regret as well.
But seeing Polaris’s condition, Dongyang still spoke to comfort him:
“Forget it, brother Polaris, you did very well… This priest boss truly is beyond our capability, just driving him away is already quite remarkable.”
“That’s right, Polaris! The mission didn’t say we must kill the boss, just destroying this Church branch is enough!”
Su Keying hurriedly said.
“Look at the mission panel, this Oil Bean Town Church, it’s already showing as completed!”
“If the priest hadn’t been driven away, we might not have even accomplished the mission!”
Dongyang gently patted Polaris’s shoulder.
“So you really helped us out a lot! Polaris, you were the main force this time, contributing the most, and you even used those precious items Jack gave you… Personally, I’ll make sure you get some compensation after the mission ends.”
“Dongyang Giant, you’re truly worthy of being the vice chairman of a large guild, possessing such a sense of loyalty and scope, good job!”
Wei Yin also came over.
“I’ll also chip in some money to compensate for Polaris’ losses! Honestly, you were kind of cool just now, what’s that all about!”
Everyone felt the same way, Polaris’ performance had indeed been stunning, and they also felt an immense regret towards that portrait of Jack.
If only there were more paintings like that… they might have actually killed the Priest!
If they really could kill such a powerful BOSS, they would surely rise to fame again…!
Less than a hundred days since the public test, and they’ve scored a first kill on a Mid Sequence Transcendent from the Red Apple Church!
Just hearing about it is thrilling!
On the desolate streets of Yodou Town.
Priest Oakon had reverted to human form, but his body was in shambles, covered with various scars, as he struggled to flee into the distance.
“These damned blasphemers!”
A furious expression surfaced on his scar-covered square face.
“They destroyed Lord Lafa’s arrangements and made me fail the trust of the Church… Damn it! Damn it!”
Priest Oakon’s gaze turned cold.
Suddenly, he grabbed a plague lunatic who rushed out of a nearby alley and effortlessly pressed him against the wall—bang, the infected’s bones shattered, and he died on the spot.
“You low Sequence worms, and you diseased trash…”
Priest Oakon’s hand violently squeezed, and the infected’s head burst open, splattering blood.
“Need not live in this world!”
He didn’t stop, continuing to run forward.
As he passed around a street corner, Priest Oakon’s peripheral vision caught a figure. He frowned, thinking it was another of those plague-infected lunatics, and swung a punch without thinking.
His expression drastically changed.
A strong premonition of death flickered through his mind!
Two thick White Pythons struck Priest Oakon on the crown, immediately making his surroundings waver, and intense pain surged forth.
Before he could respond, his neck was tightly coiled by the White Python.
The feeling was all too familiar, it was this white snake that had bound him before, allowing those worms to pummel him.
Priest Oakon, pulling at the White Python around his neck, gradually lifted off the ground; he kicked his legs but couldn’t resist, only managing to make feeble sounds from his throat.
Blood smeared his face as he stared with wide eyes at the man in front of him.
“It’s you… Jack… the enemy of the Church!”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Priest, but you can’t go back to the Church alive,”
said the man, pulling the brim of his hat up to reveal half of his pale face, his emerald vertical pupils utterly cold.
He slowly raised his right hand, the brown leather glove landing on the Priest’s chest.
A bright orange Supernatural Flame ascended, instantly lighting the Priest up like a torch.
The suppressed screams echoed in the block, lingering for a long time.