Chapter 304: Chapter 217: The Power of the Portrait (Requesting Monthly Votes!)_3
Hum!!
Suddenly, a rapid and deep rumble rose from the arena.
Ten dark figures burst from the painting, speeding towards the three monks and slicing out cold lights.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…!
The three monks were besieged by the ten dark shadows, innumerable short daggers flashing like drizzle, with the hissing noise incessant.
They swung their arms in resistance, only managing to dissipate the shadows, but the fresh blood marks on their own bodies became more and more numerous.
A few breaths’ time flashed by in an instant.
The ten shadows dispersed, and the ten oil paintings in mid-air helplessly fell, blurring the faces of Golov and Barton painted on them.
“You… these damned heretics!!”
The three monks grimaced, gasping for breath.
Although covered in scars, they did not seem to be critically injured.
Dongyang and others were reluctant to concede, not expecting to fail in killing their adversaries.
Unknown to them, Golov and Barton were only Sequence Nine Transcendents after all, and the paintings only preserved a small part of their Strength. The damage inflicted on the three monks of the Red Apple Church was mainly due to the abundance of the paintings.
“I’ll help you!”
Chenxi suddenly rushed over.
With Crocodile Bite and others brutally dominating the rear battle, she had freed up her hands. Seeing Dongyang and others struggling, Chenxi immediately threw out the painting belonging to Floey.
A blind golden-haired woman in a black cloak appeared, raising the great purple-black scythe in her hand, capturing the attention of everyone present.
“Be careful!”
The monk shouted loudly.
But the scythe had already swung, a sharp and invisible edge slicing through, leaving the three monks standing in place as if struck by lightning.
“Puff…!”
The three fell to their knees powerlessly, spitting out blood.
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“Our souls… have been grievously harmed!”
Their eyes were bloodshot, and their faces were covered with blue veins. After their souls were severly cut, mysterious injuries appeared on their bodies as well.
The figure of Floey faded away.
But the three monks had also suffered heavy injuries, significantly weakening their strength.
Polaris suddenly burst forward, his right hand transforming into a crocodile’s head and fiercely biting into a monk’s neck.
“Die!”
He pushed off with his feet, his body rotating several times like a crocodile catching its prey, tearing the monk’s body apart.
The other two monks were startled and tried to resist, but found themselves weak; the next second, Polaris’s Crocodile Bite was already upon them!
After two mournful screams, Polaris’s palms brutally bit off their heads!
“We actually killed three Sequence Eight Transcendents!”
Dongyang, Chenxi, and others looked at the blood-soaked Polaris in disbelief.
Their coordination, leveraging the Circus’s paintings, had directly inflicted heavy injuries on the church monks before Polaris launched the sneak attack, completing the kill. This series of teamwork was deemed perfect, astonishing other players.
“The paintings exchanged from Jack, they’re damn useful indeed!”
The Horseman chuckled.
He glanced again at Polaris holding the heads, who rolled his eyes at him.
“Of course, brother Polaris is freaking awesome!”
The death of the three monks practically declared the end of the battle. Many heavy armor guardians were still fighting with the players, but it was merely a desperate struggle.
Blazes continuously raged, the entire church seemed to have turned into a sea of hellfire, many places already ignited, but no one paid attention at the moment, allowing the fire to grow larger.
Inside the church hall.
The fire had spread inside, burning numerous wooden benches.
Yet the townspeople remained indifferent, still prostrating on the ground praying, as if they were willing to be burned alive rather than leave.
Chen Lun looked at these innocent townsfolk, sighed, and put down the book he was holding.
He slowly stood up, gently flicked his seashell necklace “Mermaid’s Song,” and whistled. The waves of Hypnosis spread, making the townspeople startle, then they quickly got up one after another.
“You all leave from the back door, then head to the second block ahead, there’s an abandoned department store… someone will settle you there.”
Chen Lun’s voice resonated in the church hall.
The “department store” he mentioned was actually the base of the Shelter in Yodou Town. Although many people had been evacuated due to the raging plague, providing a place for these ordinary people was still feasible.
These townsfolk weren’t all believers of the Red Apple Church; having encountered the disaster of the plague, they had lost their places of sanctuary, and the church had become their lifeline, praying for protection.
Chen Lun, out of his own principles, didn’t want to see them die in vain here.
“Thank you! Thank you…”
The townsfolk cried tearfully, not knowing whether they saw Chen Lun as an angel or a deity after being hypnotized, obediently fleeing from the back door one by one.
Chen Lun’s gaze was unfluctuating as he glanced at them, and then he turned to leave.
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In the courtyard in front of the church, the battle was nearly over.
The church’s rotting hunting dogs and heavy armor guardians had been nearly wiped out, posing no threat. The players from the Lost Name Guild also left as their respawn limits were exhausted.
Landon, seeing the unfavorable situation, planned to pull out the remaining troops and retreat.
“Damn the Hall of Valor! As well as God’s Love and Chuxi! They actually dared to openly attack the Red Apple Church… How dare they! How dare they!”
At the same time, he couldn’t comprehend how, in just two or three months since the game’s open beta, Dongyang and his team had garnered enough strength to confront a small town church.