Chapter 1516: Chapter 1514: Buying Time
Richard looked toward Sharye at the center of the Heavenly Army, his expression somewhat playful.
To be honest, Sharye, you are quite a unique presence under the True God.
Previously, the True God sent down quite a few Silver Priests, constantly attempting to sabotage the Four Mountains project, but nearly all were one-way trips—each he dealt with one by one.
Among these, Sharye was an exception.
Other Silver Priests were akin to disposable items, barely appearing and unable to truly damage the Four Mountains factory before being hateful dispatches under his attack—the stronger ones could leave a name, such as Rachel, Micah, Lucic, etc., while the weaker ones were killed in one blow, leaving not even their names behind.
Sharye was different. Aside from successfully retreating whole in the first action, the opponent tried two more times to test destruction.
Although he didn’t succeed again, he also managed not to lose his life, nearly every time, seeing trouble, he escaped swiftly. With such decisiveness and speed, even Richard found it somewhat hard to stop him.
Hence, Richard had to regard Sharye: the opponent might not be that formidable, but his escaping skills were top-notch.
Such a presence would apparently survive long in usual times, but today, he didn’t want the opponent to continue living, best to be resolved with the Heavenly Army, saving any further trouble.
Looking at Sharye’s gleaming bald head, Richard spoke, "Your companions, Sharye? Where are the other Silver Priests? Could it be under the True God, there’s only you left?"
"Blasphemer, indeed there is only me, a Silver Priest, now in the Heaven. You should know where the rest went." Sharye’s voice was steady, "Here, I advise you, best to put away the flaunting attitude, lower your stance, reduce your sins, for after all, you’re in Heaven. Outside Heaven, maybe you can run wild, but within, you will be sanctioned. Do you see these True God’s People around me? They will judge everything you’ve done along with me; bury you with me—where your feet tread will be your place of burial!"
Here, Sharye paused, raised his brow and continued, "Speaking of, Blasphemer, your solitary arrival surprises me a bit. What, did you abandon your army? Knowing they aren’t opponents to True God’s People, so you won’t let them sacrifice meaninglessly? However, as your accomplices, they are destined to receive judgment like you. After your death, True God Warriors will descend outside of Heaven to let them know what pain means!"
Finishing the last word, Sharye’s eyes widened, the reflecting light atop his head seemed brighter, without intention to continue dialogue with Richard, touched the ground heavily with the Magic Wand in his hand, crying out, "Fight for the God!"
"Fight for the God!"
As Sharye’s words fell, an earth-shattering response echoed, the entire Heavenly Army erupted in roars, sound waves sweeping across the highland like a tsunami.
"Bathe in God’s Light!" Sharye shouted again.
"Bathe in God’s Light!" Again, a deafening response resounded, whether ordinary soldiers, elite warriors, or angels, all clenched weapons, assumed combat stances.
"Die for the God!" Sharye shouted lastly, as if using all his strength, pointed the Magic Wand harshly toward Richard’s location.
"Die for the God!" Countless people responded, the entire highland trembled, dust rose, dense shadows leaped into the air, approaching Richard.
In an instant, Richard felt as if amidst a whirlwind and storm, each drop being a fanatical True God’s People wanting to disregard everything to kill him.
He wasn’t afraid of this.
Facing the charging Heavenly Army, he smiled lightly, not caring if Sharye heard him, and responded, "Indeed I didn’t bring Shalin’s army here, but it doesn’t mean I’m merely alone. Actually, I brought some friends, hoping to have a friendly exchange with you."
"Soma, Autonas, Gromiux, Nam Yoda..." Richard spoke while spreading his arms, commanding, "Come forth!"
"Roar~"
Roaring sounds arose, the surrounding space around Richard suddenly twisted, producing eerie pale red light.
Afterwards, the pale red light split into several streams, whistling toward the Heavenly Army, expanding rapidly mid-air into strange energy creatures resembling octopuses with numerous tentacles and eyes.
These are High Spirits, precisely selected and personally subdued by Richard. Their ages cannot compare to those ancient High Spirits but their combat strength isn’t weak, and in some special places, such as now, they’re even more agile and flexible.
With High Spirits released, the Heavenly Army formation immediately turned chaotic.
The True God’s People who initially leapt, ready to fight near Richard, were stopped halfway by the energy tentacles of the High Spirits.
Then the High Spirits wrapped tentacles, directly tossing True God’s People into their mouths, simply chewing and swallowing, quietly commented, "Hmm, the soul tastes a bit strange..."
The remaining True God’s People were stunned by the appearance of High Spirits but reacted quickly after a few seconds, with zealous dedication to the True God, fearlessly attacking the High Spirits. Waving energy-wrapped weapons, slicing heavily, dazzling brilliance flashed often.
But to High Spirits, it almost had no effect, tentacles lightly swung, flinging the Heavenly People away. Another tentacle, following a toss, lengthened explosively, rolling back the flung Heavenly People, tossing them into the mouth devouring them.
Within moments, the foremost True God’s People of the Heavenly Army were annihilated—all High Spirits directly halted the Heavenly Army’s assault.
This enabled Richard to unaffectedly look at Silver Priest Sharye, observing the opponent’s face turn somewhat unpleasant, spoke, "Mr. Sharye, you said ’fight for the God, bathe in God’s light, die for the God,’ do you really want to do that, are you prepared? Previously, you escaped quickly, wonder if you will fulfill your promise this time."
"You shall know the answer, Blasphemer!" Sharye gazed over, shouted unkindly. The next moment, he made a low cry, suddenly tossing the Magic Wand as a javelin, thrusting toward Richard.
The Magic Wand speed was fast, like a lightning bolt, reaching Richard’s face in a blink, stabbed fiercely.
Richard’s eyes didn’t blink, a fixed gaze at Sharye, raised his right hand, steadily caught the Magic Wand.
Afterwards, he squeezed forcefully, with a "crack," the entire Magic Wand shattered, splintered into thousands of pieces falling to the ground.
"Mr. Sharye, I am genuinely curious about your answer." Richard said after crushing the Magic Wand, said and took a step forward, leaping with a whistle, soaring past battling True God’s People and High Spirits, heading straight for Sharye in the army center.
Sharye felt the danger, his facial muscles twitched briefly, then shouted to the surrounding angels guarding him, "Buy me time!"
As the words fell, the whole person "boom," heavily kneeled on one knee, began closed-eye prayers. With faint prayer sounds, Sharye’s skin coated in a silver-white, his bald head appeared brighter, then a sacred energy grew from within, rapidly strengthening.
Clearly, Sharye was unleashing a powerful attack skill.
