What is an offensive priest?

Chapter 16 Guiding Divine Power

Goblin Camp Outpost.

The brief clash had already made these cowardly green-skinned monsters realize the strength of the invaders.

Seeing their kin being easily slaughtered by the adventurers before them, the naturally timid goblins showed fear.

"G...Grash..."

A goblin squad leader, wearing a crude helmet made from a human skull, brandished a wooden club wrapped with rusty wire, baring his teeth and letting out a threatening roar at the four.

But its steps are quietly moving backward.

"Ira, Moka!"

"Go! Bite them to death!"

Awooo—!

Two howls, a mixture of wildness and greed, rang out from the shadows of the wall.

The two dire wolves that were originally munching on carrion were now fully engaged in battle.

They grinned with gaping maws, their fangs yellow and foul-smelling, with bits of flesh from the previous rotting corpse still clinging between their teeth.

The thieves had already stealthily slipped past from the high platform of the outpost's perimeter wall.

The poisoned dagger in his hand flashed, and he grabbed the head of the goblin who was beating the drum for help, severing his throat with a single blow.

The fine iron longsword in Kro's hand radiated the light of a sacred weapon. He stepped forward and swept the sword horizontally, cleaving the cowardly, ugly green-skinned creature in two at the waist.

The bloody, viscous organs immediately spilled all over the ground.

The ferocious and greedy dire wolf suddenly pounced from the side, its blood-red maw gaping wide, and lunged at Crowe.

"Magic Missile!"

Three magic missiles shot out in quick succession, tracing perfect arcs through the air, from behind Kro and striking the dire wolf's head with pinpoint accuracy.

boom! boom! boom!

Three dull thuds!

Arcane Missiles are not as explosive as Fireballs, but each one has magical penetrating properties, allowing them to bypass most physical defenses and act directly on the body.

The dire wolf's pounce suddenly stopped in mid-air.

It let out a painful howl, its left cheekbone visibly caved in, and one eye was accurately hit by a missile. The yellowish eyeball burst open like a balloon, and thick black blood spurted from the eye socket.

Richard then faced off against another dire wolf alone.

After the entry was upgraded to "Iron Fist of the Holy Land," Richard's unarmed combat abilities were further enhanced.

The fist, encased in fine iron gauntlets, gleamed with a light similar to the Holy Scythe, and slammed into the dire wolf's head like a wielding mace.

thump—

It wasn't the dull thud of flesh colliding; it was more like the metallic roar of a heavy hammer striking an anvil!

A pale golden, divine light erupted the moment the fist made contact with the dire wolf's head.

"Whoa—!"

The dire wolf let out a painful howl, its sharp fangs snapping instantly, sending bits of rotting flesh flying.

A strong wave of dizziness washed over it, causing it to lose its balance and fall headfirst to the ground.

Richard pressed his advantage, giving the dire wolf no chance to catch its breath, and leaped up to mount it.

The iron fist gleamed with holy light, swinging and smashing down relentlessly. Each impact caused the surrounding ground to tremble slightly, and the splattering blood stained Richard's face.

Until the dire wolf's head turned into a pool of dark red flesh, its massive body went completely limp, leaving only the involuntary, slight tremors of its dead muscles.

Richard then stopped and let out a heavy sigh of relief.

Meanwhile, the battle between Kro and the others was also coming to an end.

The dire wolf, dazed and disoriented by the Avel's magical missile, was now swaying and trying to regain its footing.

Thick, black blood flowed from its shattered eye sockets, and in its only remaining intact eye, the fierce glint had been replaced by fear.

But the paladins did not give it a chance to breathe.

"In the name of dedication—"

Kro stepped forward, his longsword drawing a perfect arc in the night sky, the divine light on the blade reaching its peak at that moment.

The Holy Slash!

There are no fancy techniques or complicated variations; it's just the most basic and direct vertical slash.

The longsword slashed through the wolf's neck.

Without encountering much resistance, the sharp blade cleanly and decisively severed its spine, as if cutting through rotten leather.

A round head flies high into the air!

Cloth flicked the blood off the blade onto the mossy ground and turned to look in Richard's direction.

Just then, I saw him leap off the back of the dire wolf whose head had been smashed into a pulp.

Chloe's voice was filled with undisguised admiration.

"Sir Richard, you are truly the most valiant priest I have ever seen in my life!"

Master Zhuoer did not speak, but his gaze toward Richard was bright and alert.

Killing a dire wolf grants +200 experience points.

[The Light Priest's level has been increased to level 2]

[Blessed by the Lord of Dawn: Guiding Divine Power - Dawn's Light]

[Effect: Dispels all magical darkness within a 30-foot radius centered on the caster, dealing Radiant damage to all hostile creatures within the area.]

Richard looked at the light appearing in his palm and felt a warm, sun-like power flowing through his body.

Is this my guiding divine power?

"Pastor Richard...only promoted by 2 levels!"

Kro's voice came from beside him, filled with undisguised surprise.

Because of Richard's past bravery, the adventure team had always believed that he must be a high-ranking priest.

I never imagined he was just a level 1 priest.

What was the story behind his heroic performance in previous battles?

Purely powerful...?

Richard nodded, making no attempt to conceal his rank.

"I recently joined the Temple of the Lord of Dawn."

Avel's expression was even more interesting than Kro's at that moment.

The drow mage's crimson pupils widened slightly, and an absurd feeling appeared on his purplish-red face.

"You're not a level 5 monk, but a level 1 priest on the side, are you!?"

Richard didn't know why he had this misconception. Shouldn't a pastor be like this?

"No, I'm just an ordinary pastor."

A regular pastor?

Avel believes that Richard must have a misunderstanding about this profession.

As the thief stood on the wall and shot the last goblin with a crossbow, the outpost was completely cleared of goblins.

The group followed the broken bridge toward the depths of the goblin camp, toward the desecrated Temple of Serenne.

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The main courtyard of the Temple of Serenne.

Already tainted by these ugly goblins, the air was filled with the pungent stench of rotting flesh and sweat, making every breath nauseating.

The echoes of war drums reverberated through the swamp, and the goblins in the temple were ready to meet the enemy.

There were more than thirty goblins, most of them were grunts wielding short spears and wooden clubs.

However, there were a few goblin warriors who were better equipped, wearing leather armor scraps taken from the corpses of adventurers and holding rusty but at least sharpened scimitars.

The most eye-catching creature was the bear goblin standing in front of the broken altar.

It was more robust than a regular bear goblin, with shoulders almost as wide as its height, and its body was covered in coarse, stiff mane, which was stained with dried blood and bits of flesh.

Its weapon was not an ordinary wooden club, but a spiked hammer that it had taken from some unfortunate paladin.

All the monsters' eyes were fixed on the entrance to the forecourt.

Waiting for those audacious intruders.

Inside the iron cage suspended in mid-air, the children huddled together in the center, their voices hoarse from crying.

Fear, coupled with hunger and the hideous faces and greedy eyes of the monsters below, plunged these children, no more than seven or eight years old, into despair.

A dwarf boy sitting on the edge of a cage.

His name was Timmy, the son of the blacksmith Gronn.

Blinking her blue eyes, red and swollen from tears, she saw several figures walking towards her in the moonlight.

The white priest's vestment stood out like a bright lamp in the night.

"It's Pastor Richard!"

"Pastor Richard has come to our rescue!"

Timmy, the son of the blacksmith Grund, suddenly shouted excitedly, even forgetting to cry.

The children around looked over and, upon seeing that familiar figure, their eyes lit up with hope.

"Stop making so much noise! ​​If you keep yelling, I'll feed you to the Dire Wolves! They've been craving you for ages!"

The goblin guarding the cage couldn't stand the children's cries any longer and slammed his wooden stick down on the iron cage.

Richard and his companions spotted the imprisoned child from afar.

Seeing that they were safe and sound, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but then a surge of anger rose up again.

Avel gripped his staff tightly, his crimson eyes seemingly burning with flames.

"Those damned greenskins, may the eternal fire burn their souls to ashes!"

At the behest of the goblin priest, the goblins did not attack the adventure team, allowing them to enter the forecourt smoothly.

"My God, it's the True Soul Master!"

A goblin spotted the drow mage in the group and blurted out.

The goblin next to it swung its mace and smashed it on the head, cursing as it did so.

"Just an ordinary drow elf. Wipe your eyes clean. Are they just for show?"

This inherently evil race shows no mercy even when it comes to its own kind.

The bear goblin's short, sharp eyes were fixed on the adventure team.

"Didn't you say there would be four? Why are there only three?"

The goblin who was reporting the news was also a little confused. He had clearly seen four people at the outpost, but where was the human who used a crossbow to kill his companions?

Richard and his entourage stopped in the center of the front courtyard.

Kro's gaze swept quickly across the entire area: one bear goblin, four gnolls, and more than thirty goblin minions.

The only troublesome ones are the two cannibals in the corner.

It will be a tough battle.

Richard looked up at the second floor, his gaze calmly fixed on the goblin priest.

The other person spoke with a broken tongue.

"Are you the pastor from Blackrock Town?"

"Did you kill our people?"

Richard said calmly.

"I sent them to the Lord of Dawn to repent."

"You'll see them soon!"