Chapter 148
With a flat palm push, white flames spewed forth.
The fierce flames surged recklessly. In front of the flames, two black-armored knights simultaneously lifted their shields and stepped forward. The kite shields, half the height of a person, emitted a white light, directly charging towards the flames!
The defensive divine magic of the Radiant Lord's priesthood was indeed unique. Garrett Nordmark's improved version of the Burning Hand had a minimum temperature of at least 1500 degrees, enough to ignite steel—
However, as the shields closed in on each other, the white light on the shields not only firmly resisted the flames but also expanded to the sides, up, and down. Behind the shields, the knights with face-concealing helmets and boots on the ground remained untouched by the flames!
Of course, after withstanding this attack, the white light on the shields flickered twice and extinguished. Yet, the knight holding the shield remained unharmed, continuing to exert force and advancing within five meters of Garrett!
"Charge!" behind the shield warrior, the swordsman with a large sword shouted loudly.
"Dragon Breath Spell requires chanting time—"
The shield warrior continued charging. Two men with spears rushed from behind. Captain Barnes, with only his left arm, tightened his waist knife, while Bernard gripped a bone club with both hands, slightly bent at the waist—
At this moment, Garrett, with a forward-facing right palm, once again unleashed pure white flames.
Dragon Breath Spell?
What Dragon Breath Spell?
This is my Burning Hand! A mere level one spell, with pure oxygen, I can almost cast it instantly!
Pure white flames swept again. This time, the unsuspecting two shield warriors could only raise their steel shields to block their faces.
"Ah—"
Two miserable screams.
The kite shields, half the height of a person, covered their faces but not their legs. Where the white flames passed, shin guards and iron boots instantly ignited—
Not to mention the two legs inside the iron armor, the white flames passed, burning them black and exposing the bones.
The two shield warriors could still move forward, relying entirely on inertia. Bernard stepped forward, roared loudly, and with his bone club swept them away from the cliff!
Almost simultaneously, Garrett briskly followed, pushing out the Burning Hand for the third time.
The two ghostly soul knights, wielding spears, who were attacking from behind the shield warriors, were in a panic. One subconsciously rolled to the ground, while the other dodged to the right, attempting to avoid the conical spread of the white flames.
However, Garrett had studied this magic for a long time. At this moment, he pressed his palm slightly downward, and the scorching white flames engulfed the knight rolling on the ground. Then, with a swing to the side, the flames engulfed the second spear-wielding knight.
The last black-clad knight, wielding a heavy sword, turned pale and fled.
On the opposite bank of the river, the golden compass of Deputy Referee Lusen suddenly lit up.
"He's nearby!" he knelt down, murmuring a prayer. Soon, snowflake-like lights descended from the sky, crystallizing into pristine wings behind him and his team of knights.
"He's on the opposite bank!" Lusen held the rotating compass and a golden pointer on the dial straight towards the opposite hill. "The evil heretic is there!"
This team of knights were his trusted subordinates, having followed him for quite some time. Now, in an orderly formation, they soared high into the air. They formed a formation, protecting Deputy Referee Lusen in the middle, and descended towards Garrett's direction.
Here they come again...
This time, the enemies were more numerous and stronger.
Garrett looked up at the descending formation of black-clad figures, feeling his heart pounding. According to Elder Elwin Wilkinson, only those above level ten—Grand Mages, Archbishops, Sky Knights—had the ability to fly through the air...
Even if they were flying with the help of magical items, with their level and quantity, they were definitely not opponents they could confront.
Is this the end?
Are we going to go through this again?
Garrett quietly took two steps back, hiding behind Bernard, and drank the last vial of energy potion. His face was cold, breathing steady; he gripped the fourth vial of pure oxygen.
Above his head, the black-armored knights continued to hover, casting larger and heavier shadows—
"Surrender, you evil heretic!" The shouts thundered down. Garrett remained silent, raising his right hand with the palm facing upward.
Too far away... How far is ten meters again? Without a reference point in the slanting sky, it was hard to estimate, but it was definitely out of reach... Come down a bit, and I'll show you!
Garrett thought fiercely. Another command from above:
"Land, in formation! Pray!"
Half of the knights descended, forming a formation twenty meters away from Garrett, armed with spears, swords, and shields. The other half continued flying in the sky, forming a queue, surrounding Deputy Referee Lusen. Above and below, they chanted together:
"Our Lord, you are the divine in heaven;
Our Lord, you are the creator of all things;
Our Lord, may your will be done on earth as it is in heaven..."
Waves of white light rose again, condensing on the shields, armor, and each knight. Then, the knights advanced calmly and unhurriedly.
Garrett's test tubes were almost crushed in his hand. He breathed rapidly, opened his left hand, gripping three test tubes at once. His right hand raised flat, pointing forward. Counting the steps of the opponents, counting his own heartbeat, one by one:
Ten steps... Nine steps, eight steps, seven steps... Four! Three!
The opponents suddenly charged.
The white flames from Garrett's palm spewed out.
The first shot!
Ineffective!
The second shot!
The white light on the shield wavered slightly but remained ineffective!
The third shot! The fourth shot! The fifth shot!!!
Garrett's vision went black. With his mental power, he could only cast a level one spell five times a day, and there had to be some interval. Squeezing them out almost instantly drained his entire spirit—
However, the knights on the opposite side, only extinguished the white light, and their shields and armor were unharmed!
They had already come over... Three steps away, Bernard's bone club was already raised...
The sixth shot!
The ring finger and pinky finger reached into the waist pouch, grabbing the mana pearl given by the old mage.
A flash of light, and white flames roared.
Garrett fell backward, looking up at the sky.
Three steps away, the intense white light illuminated the terrified faces of the knights.
"God says, whoever worships me, I will protect him." Suddenly, a prayer echoed in the sky. Not fast, leisurely, calm, but as soon as the first word was uttered, a white light lit up on the shield, just resisting the white flames of the Burning Hand!
The knights continued to charge. Bernard roared, raised the bone club high, and swung it down with a wind noise—
Boom!!!
A semi-transparent sphere descended, perfectly covering Garrett
and the other two. The bone club deeply penetrated the sphere, and the charging shield warriors were bounced back.
"Lusen, you're getting more backward as you live, actually bullying a level one kid?"
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