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"Boom!" In the next instant, the sound of the sound barrier being broken suddenly exploded.
The sonic boom cloud slowly dissipated, and the three berserkers had completely disappeared—they had been directly hit by Trier's sweeping attack and blasted into countless pieces of flesh.
[XP+3000!]
XP+3000!]
[XP+3000!]
Rainwater mixed with bits of flesh, blood, and bone fragments splattered onto the Fire Demon. At this moment, the flames on the Fire Demon's body completely dissipated. This demon, which could be described as a minor fire demon, swayed twice as if drunk, and then fell straight to the ground.
"thump."
The first legendary trait of the legendary longsword "Darkness" is [Diligence in Tempering]. "Darkness" itself inflicts a huge amount of mental damage, and Trier also possesses the [Mastery to Holy Slash] feat. Therefore, Trier's total additional damage per hit reaches a very considerable level. Although the Fire Demon was not directly hit, it was grazed by the tip of the sword and died from the additional damage.
To be precise, he died of a broken heart.
[XP+5000!]
In less than ten breaths, Trier had slain all the menacing demon ambushers.
The brutal killing sent Trier's adrenaline soaring. He glanced at the information panel; the fierce slaughter had brought him nearly 3 experience points.
However, it's not over yet.
Trier looked up, his fierce gaze sweeping quickly across the rooftops—the Demon Ambush were very well prepared, with a large number of ranged shooters already deployed in the buildings on both sides of the road.
He quickly scanned the area and realized that there were three groups of six succubi wielding enchanted longbows on both sides of the road. They were arranged in alternating formations, forming a complete crossfire network on the road. If he hadn't acted decisively, he and the others would probably have been riddled with bullets by now.
At this moment, the succubus archers were also affected by the [Fear to Tyranny] effect, and all of them fell into a state of paralysis.
Suddenly, an iron gauntlet emerged from the pile of corpses and grabbed Trier's calf!
Trill was immediately startled
—That noble knight isn't dead yet! And he even broke free from the paralysis effect faster than the Fire Demon!
"Bless me, my lord!" The knight's head emerged from the pile of mummies, his eyes wide, his green pupils gleaming with fanatical conviction.
But the next instant—"Bang!"
The knight's head exploded into four pieces, his skull fell to the ground, and warm brain matter and soft tissue dripped onto the ground.
[Xp+8000!]
Noy emerged from the shadows, tilted her head, stuck out her tongue, and made a face before shaking her bloodstained flail: "Do all knights like to grab people's ankles, Master?"
"Do priests all like to use flails to crack people's skulls?" Trier casually remarked.
Noi did not respond. She reached out and gently touched Trier with her cold fingers, a milky light swirling around her fingertips.
[You have received the blessing of the divine spell "Heroic Prayer," granting you an additional 4 points to your damage and attack bonus.]
Meanwhile, Aurelius finally recovered from the extreme fear of being ambushed, and the spell-obsessed dragon immediately cast a [Haste] spell on everyone.
The next moment, Trier's figure disappeared again, and he directly moved into the firing point of the third house on the right.
"Boom!"
A pale flash of lightning illuminated the night sky.
In a flash of lightning, a stern-faced paladin suddenly appeared from the shadows on the dim yellow wallpaper. The next moment, a sword flashed.
Brick and stone fragments flew everywhere, and scarlet blood splattered on the wallpaper like ink. A short scream rang out, and the shadow of the three-headed creature instantly split and fell. In the end, only a solitary shadow was reflected on the dim yellow wallpaper.
The shadow flicked its sword, and in the next instant, the illumination from the lightning dissipated, and the shadow disappeared into the shadows as if water were merging into the sea.
[XP+2000!]
[XP+2000!]
[XP+2000!]
Like the Grim Reaper, Trier appeared silently at the second ambush point, a space that was slightly larger than the previous one.
As soon as he stood still, Trier narrowed his eyes slightly.
It can be seen that the original layout of the interior was quite cozy. The original owner of the house even thoughtfully placed an iris on the wooden dining table. However, at this time, the interior is a mess, with skinned mummies and limbs everywhere. Blasphemous symbols drawn with blood and murky unidentified liquid are as ubiquitous as weeds.
Without a doubt, all the original owners of the house had been killed by succubi, while those succubi who had advanced to become "mortal hunters" stood brazenly in the house in their human forms.
Trier raised his sword, took a slight aim, and then suddenly lunged forward.
Without pausing, he cleaved both succubi, draped in human skin, in two swift strikes, decapitating them both and spraying hot, slippery abyssal blood onto their victims.
[XP+4000!]
The next instant, Trier moved and appeared at the last ambush point—suddenly, his indifferent face changed for the first time.
Besides the paralyzed succubus, Trill also saw a Soulbreaker with huge fangs, tiny wings, and blackish-purple energy emanating from its body!
The Soul-Slayer is also an extremely powerful type of demon, only slightly less threatening than the Six-Armed Serpent Demon. What makes it even more dangerous is that this demon from the abyss is far more intelligent than ordinary demons.
Trier had been wondering why the demon's ambush was so well planned, but the moment he saw the Soulbreaker, he understood everything—the two Thorn Maidens were merely the executors; the true mastermind was the Soulbreaker before him.
At this moment, the Soul Demon had broken free from the influence of [Fear Leads to Tyranny]. Its enormous, obese body was rapidly activating the ritual array on the ground with an abnormal agility. Trier glanced at it and immediately felt something was amiss.
"Exiling otherworldly creatures," and the ritual is performed on the very soul-slaying demon itself...
—It's trying to escape.
Trier naturally couldn't let it go, partly due to his lack of experience, and partly because as a paladin sworn to vengeance, he could never let any evil escape.
The pure white holy flame silently enveloped the blade. Trier suddenly leaped up, wielding the sword with both hands, and slashed at the face of the Soul Judgement Demon without reservation.
The Soul-Slaying Demon immediately revealed a very human-like expression of terror. Its figure gradually became illusory and dim, but in the instant before it disappeared, Trier still managed to strike its face with a sword.
"boom!"
Blood and flesh splattered, holy flames spread, and the Soul Judge was almost cleaved in two by a single blow. The high-ranking demon disappeared from the prime material plane in a very sorry state.
"What a pity, it's quite cunning." Trier felt a little regretful. "It would have been better if it had been faster."
However, before he could finish his thought, a large ball of golden light suddenly appeared out of thin air and then surged into his body.
[XP++10000!]
The Soul Demon is finally dead—now, Trier's damage output is overflowing to a terrifying degree. He's fully buffed, and dealing with those affected by magic is basically a one-hit kill. If he lands a hit, the opponent might even owe him several bars of health...
Less than 24 seconds had passed since Trier launched his attack. The air was deathly silent; nothing could be heard except for the sound of rain.
Chapter 146 Fear
"Boom!"
Purple lightning tore through the rolling rain.
At an altitude of several thousand meters, the heavy, leaden-like moisture condenses into water droplets, which then plummet to the ground under the force of the earth's gravity.
Soon, the raindrop accelerated to its limit, slamming into the frozen eyeballs of the demon-worshipping knight, before wriggling and shattering with a rustling sound.
"Clap."
Pure white holy flames cast shadows between the stagnant water and the desolate buildings. A boot stained with crimson blood suddenly emerged from the shadows and crushed the knight's fallen eyeball with a single step.
The barbarian woman, Galbee, couldn't help but swallow hard. She looked at Trier, whose face was cold and whose body was covered in blood, with a hint of fear.
Trier seemed to emerge from a pool of blood; with each step he took, a patch of warm, glaring blood would spread beneath his feet. He wore no cloak, but behind him lurked dozens of grotesque, twisted, hysterical souls. When these sobbing souls touched the blood, the blood would immediately emit a banshee-like wail.
The female barbarian shrank back, glancing around to find that everyone else was reacting in the same way.
The gnome Joel and the judge stared at Trier with horrified expressions; the coachman, on the other hand, was ashen-faced, clutching the holy emblem around his neck so tightly that his fingernails pierced his leather gloves and dug deep into his palms, but he seemed oblivious to the blood flowing from them.
Jiaerbei rubbed the bridge of her nose; she felt like her head was about to explode.
At the church, she had thought of Trier as a typical paladin: gentle, polite, and brave in battle. It could be said that apart from being somewhat mild-mannered and taciturn, this paladin seemed to have no other distinguishing features.
But now she realizes she was wrong, terribly wrong.
The paladin's taciturnity was not due to a mild temperament, nor was it due to politeness—his silence was simply the deathly stillness before a massacre.
At this moment, the paladin seemed to no longer conceal his true nature. His cold black eyes were scanning back and forth without restraint, and with each step he took, a kind of cold and fierce aura was bursting forth.
Jia Erbei subconsciously took a step back.
For some reason, the paladin was exuding a strong sense of inhumanity at this moment. Jia'er suddenly thought of the lich standing under the neon lights of the City That Never Sleeps at midnight—the terrifying feeling of indifference to taking lives revealed in Trier's eyes was exactly the same as that of those immortal spellcasters.
Suddenly, an inspiration struck Jia Erbei's smooth cerebral cortex.
—Terrell controlled the undead in the basement not because of the divine revelation of the Radiance, but because Terrell was the master of that laboratory!
Jiaerbei wanted to scream, but the next moment—
"Ugh!" A young man suddenly jumped out of the carriage and vomited on the ground. He vomited so hard that his whole body convulsed, as if he was about to throw up his intestines.
It's Hult.
Because of his mission to deliver a message, Hult did not participate in the final battle in Beaver Town. He had never seen such a bloody and brutal scene before—the ground was littered with turned-out entrails, broken limbs and bits of flesh; an unknown viscous liquid from human bodies mixed with the murky water; the rain and mist around him made him feel as if he were enveloped in the smell of rusty flesh!
He felt dizzy and disoriented, and just then he saw the knight's other eyeball, which had exploded from his head, and he vomited even more violently.
Amidst his chaotic thoughts, Hult couldn't help but recall the battle at the Beaver Town chapel—back then, Trier had struggled even against the undead, but now, he was reaping crops as easily as harvesting grain, tearing apart these enemies, far stronger than the zombies and ghouls, in mere seconds...
In the end what happened?
Hult couldn't help but look at the tailor behind him.
At this moment, the dragon Aurelius held a spellbook in his hand and looked at Trier with a complicated expression.
On one hand, the image and temperament of the paladin before him were simply too terrifying; the other party was just like a devil from hell collecting debts, so much so that Aurelius was so frightened that he wanted to run away immediately. On the other hand, the dragon felt a strong sense of security, as if it saw the dawn of breaking free from the curse of Losevie.
"Snapped!"
Divine light shone upon Trier, and another buff spell was cast upon his head—[Mind Barrier].
Noticing Trier's gaze, Noy, clutching the holy symbol, blinked slightly before continuing to methodically cast other buff spells: [Majesty of the Group of Eagles], [Lightness of the Group of Cats], [Tenacity of the Group of Bears], [Wisdom of the Group of Owls], [Shared Stone Skin], [True Knowledge], [Shared Delay of Poisoning]...
Although Trier did not communicate with her, as Trier's childhood friend, Noi knew very well that Trier would definitely go to rescue Fythea next—which meant that a great battle was bound to happen. Since a great battle was going to happen, then some buffing divine spells that could last until the end of the battle should be cast.
To be fair, Noi still admired the innocent yet stubborn elf. Although she would occasionally tease the elf out of malice, she did not want the elf to actually die a violent death.
"Don't be afraid, there are no more enemies, I'm sure of it."
Seeing the timid crowd, the transmigrator felt somewhat confused. So, while reassuring them, he took out the Holy Symbol and cast "Aura of Courage" again.
However, Trier was then taken aback to find that, apart from Noy, the others seemed even more frightened...
He frowned and then quickly glanced at the information panel.
[The intimidation was successful; Jia Erbei fell into a state of "panic." Through this experience, your intimidation skills have improved.]
[The intimidation was successful; the judge was thrown into a state of "panic." Through this experience, your intimidation skills have greatly improved.]
[The intimidation was a great success; the thorny maid "Madeleine" fell into a state of "panic," and due to excessive terror, "Madeleine" suffered minor psychological trauma.]
[warn!]
[You have obtained partial information about the supernatural ability "Fear Aura"...]
PS: First update, another one coming soon.
Chapter 147 Lady Bloodthorn
[You have obtained partial information about the supernatural ability "Fear Aura"...]
Seeing the screen filled with "successful intimidation" messages, Trillen fell completely silent. He couldn't help but think to himself, "I didn't intimidate my teammates, did I? I was clearly trying to calm them down, so why are the Fear Aura feat messages showing up?"
"Forget it, now is not the time to think about these things. The important thing is to hurry up and save Futia. Let's kill the last succubus first. After all, it's experience, and we should be able to level up again. If I remember correctly, the next class feat for the Paladin class should be a feat that can bring about a qualitative change to this class."
With this thought in mind, he quickened his pace and strode toward the thorn maiden who was bound by mutated blood vessels.
At this moment, the high-ranking succubus's face was ashen, seemingly utterly terrified. Before Trier could even strike, the succubus spoke up, "No! I have very important information to confess to you!"
Trier didn't intend to waste words, since every second wasted increased the danger to Fythia. However, when he saw the thorny heart brand on the succubus's face gleaming slightly, he changed his mind.
“Your Excellency, I had no intention of offending you! I was merely acting on my Lord's orders to find the vessel for His descent, and I simply wished to inquire with the judge beside you about the situation…”
The succubus blinked pitifully, her purple eyes beneath her eyelashes gentle and warm. She bit her delicate lips innocently, seemingly considering her words.
“Help my Lord, help Him, and you will gain even greater power.”
"It? It doesn't deserve it!" Trier sneered. "Can it even handle Lothaway?"
The next moment, Trier pushed off the ground and slashed horizontally, beheading the bound succubus with a single blow.
[XP+8000!]
The succubus's head fell to the ground and exploded into a pile of maggots that devoured each other. In less than half a second, the last maggot swallowed all the others, and then it too exploded into a pool of blood.
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