Chapter 287: Victory
“It’s been lured away.”
Looking at the Hellhound with three heads roaring as it chased Karl away, Luns turned his head to look at his ‘companion’ beside him:
“It’s our turn. This mutated Hellhound with three heads is far more powerful than an ordinary one. Those few over there won’t be able to hold it off for long.”
The person beside him was about three meters tall, with a burly build like a giant, and a pair of strange horns on his head.
A Dragon Blight Follower!
Behind the two of them, there were also three Desecrated Beasts.
“Hehe…, you didn’t tell them, did you? That just means they’re using their lives to fill the gap. They’re not important people anyway.”
The giant chuckled lowly:
“Someone once said, ‘A lean camel is bigger than a horse,’ and that’s true. Even though the Holy Sanctuary only got a little bit of the Moon Goddess’s legacy, they can still mass-produce First-Order beasts. Impressive.”
Luns glanced at the Desecrated Beasts behind him, his lips curving slightly:
“Easy to say.”
“But still not as good as you guys, who can directly twist the flesh and consciousness of other living beings and transform them into dragon bodies.”
“The power of the ‘Dragon God’ is beyond our comprehension.” The giant stepped forward, speaking as he walked:
“Either way, joining forces is beneficial for both of us.”
Luns narrowed his eyes.
He didn’t actually agree with joining forces with the Dragon Blight Follower. After all, compared to other deities, the Dragon Blight, who aims to transform all living beings into dragon bodies, was a true evil god.
But within the Holy Sanctuary, he was just a small fry, with no say at all, and no right to express his opinion.
“Whoosh…”
A gust of wind suddenly rose ahead.
A Hellhound with three heads, its entire body wreathed in black flames and its size comparable to two houses, came into view.
“This thing is indeed a pair.”
The giant licked his lips, clenching his fists:
“Luckily, we lured one away beforehand. Just one shouldn’t be too difficult for us to handle.”
“Go!”
“Boom!”
Before his voice faded, the ground beneath his feet exploded, and he leaped high into the air, pouncing towards the Hellhound with three heads.
At the same time.
Luns waved his hand behind him.
“Whoosh!”
The three Desecrated Beasts behind him howled as they shot forward, their mouths emitting sharp screeches as they extended their sharp claws and teeth.
Luns also drew a long sword, looking for an opportunity to join the battle.
A fully grown Hellhound with three heads should be at the Third-Order, but unfortunately, its bloodline power had been suppressed for hundreds of years. Now, it had only just recovered to the Second-Order level. Facing a Second-Order Dragon Blight Follower and four First-Order Late Stage individuals, it was instantly at a disadvantage.
In a place they didn’t notice, a ball of flame floated silently, within which was hidden a humanoid figure formed from flames, quietly watching the fight unfold.
Wizardry—Flame Giant!
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On the other side.
Karl ‘desperately’ used his movement techniques, frantically dodging and fleeing from the Hellhound with three heads.
At the same time, he didn’t forget to shout:
“Hurry and help!”
“We know.”
The male Apprentice Priest’s face showed displeasure:
“You should have lured it further away. If it senses something is wrong behind it and runs away, we won’t be able to take responsibility.”
“How can you say that?” Rachel raised an eyebrow:
“Connie has already used all his strength. If you’re so capable, then go lure it yourself. Talking nonsense will only make people sick.”
“Huh?” The two Apprentice Priests’ expressions darkened, their gazes sweeping over coldly, before they snorted.
“Whoosh!”
“Whoosh, whoosh!”
Driven by the Apprentice Priests, five Desecrated Beasts leaped out one after another, charging towards the Hellhound with three heads.
The Desecrated Beasts were far weaker than the Hellhound with three heads, but they were fearless of death and pain, able to trade injuries for injuries, a condition that other creatures didn’t possess.
“Bang!”
Figures crisscrossed in the arena.
One Desecrated Beast was too slow to dodge and was bitten by the Hellhound’s three heads, torn into four pieces.
Taking advantage of this opportunity.
Karl slashed out with his sword, creating a deep gash on the Hellhound’s back.
The remaining Desecrated Beasts also pounced on the Hellhound, tearing at its flesh and skin. In the blink of an eye, it was covered in wounds and bloodied, a very successful attack.
“Roar!”
Accompanied by a roar, a burst of flames, a gust of cold air, and a whirlwind spewed out from the Hellhound’s mouths.
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Magical attack!
The flames easily melted refined iron and rocks, the cold air instantly froze giant trees, and the whirlwind uprooted trees, instantly plunging the arena into chaos.
“How could this be?”
Rachel, Hume and the others who had just joined the battle were swept away before they could even attack.
“Crap!”
The male Apprentice Priest’s expression also changed drastically:
“Hellhounds with three heads can only spew Hellfire. Only mutated breeds have other abilities.”
They weren’t afraid of the Hellfire. They had made preparations before coming, but now, those preparations were clearly useless.
The breath attack of a Second-Order creature was enough to kill them with a graze, as they were only Grand Knights.
“Roar!”
Another roar rang out in the arena.
A Desecrated Beast was seen being crushed after being frozen solid, its corpse shattering into fragments. The remaining three Desecrated Beasts were also struggling to maintain their footing.
“Ah!”
Just then, Karl roared towards the sky, a grey-white aura surging from his body as he transformed into a sword qi that slashed down from the air.
Thousand Buddha Hands—Chain Thirty-Six Strikes!
He used his sword techniques to execute palm imprints, the power of his qi continuously stacking, colliding head-on with the three heads of the Hellhound.
“Bang!”
Two figures, one large and one small, were sent flying back, and one of the large heads was severed and fell to the ground.
“So strong!”
The female Apprentice Knight’s beautiful eyes flickered:
“He only just advanced to Legendary, how can he be so strong?”
This one strike directly dealt a heavy blow to the Second-Order Hellhound with three heads.
Even with the target’s body being injured first and Karl’s outstanding sword skills, it was still unexpected.
“It’s said that Legendaries who advance by taking Desecration Potions will experience a rapid increase in power if their physique is compatible with the potion, and they can even reach the Late Stage of First-Order or even Second-Order in a short time.” The male Apprentice Priest mused:
“It seems Connie is one of those people. But regardless, this is a good thing for us.”
Just now, it looked like they were losing.
Now, although Karl’s strike had left him unable to fight, it had created an opportunity for the others.
“Go!”
Soon after.
With all five Desecrated Beasts killed by the Hellhound with three heads and the others covered in injuries, they finally defeated their opponent.
“Bang!”
The Hellhound with three heads’ corpse fell heavily to the ground.
“Connie.”
Of the four people present, Rachel, who was skilled in archery and was positioned at the rear, had the least injuries. She quickly helped the ‘staggering’ Karl, her voice filled with concern:
“Are you alright?”
“I’m fine.”
Karl waved his hand:
“Quickly pull out the Hellhound’s fangs. Those things can be exchanged for merits at the Holy Sanctuary.”
“Alright.” Rachel nodded, pulling out the dagger at her waist and going over to pull the fangs from the corpse.
There were six in total, meaning they could exchange them for six Desecration Potions.
It seemed like a lot.
But in reality, the Hellhound with three heads was a Second-Order creature. Exchanging its fangs for six potions was a loss.
“Let’s go!”
Karl ‘propped’ himself up:
“Let’s go take a look at the Golden Fruit Tree over there.”
“Do we still need to go there?” Rachel frowned:
“There was also movement over there just now. I’m afraid there’s more than one Hellhound with three heads, and the Golden Fruit belongs to Father Luns. Even if we go, we won’t get anything.”
“That’s right!” Hume, whose face was pale, nodded:
“Legendary Connie, if you’re willing to share one of the fangs with us, we’ll be satisfied. There’s no need to continue risking our lives for that Golden Fruit.”
“Fangs?” Karl chuckled and shook his head:
“The potions given by the Holy Sanctuary are problematic. They will gradually cause people to mutate until they become monsters like those just now.”
He pointed at the Desecrated Beasts’ corpses on the ground and said:
“If you don’t want to become like that in the future, it’s better to go see if there are any Golden Fruits over there.”
“What?” Rachel and Hume’s expressions changed drastically:
“The potions have problems?”
