“Kill him.” The Dark Knights rode their exhausted, frothing horses and were nearly up the hill.
Weed extended his hand forward. “Blessing.”
You’ve used the High Priest’s Blessing. Physical abilities will be enhanced for 20 minutes.
The High Priest’s Blessing increased Maximum Health and Mana by about 30% and raised all stats by 20%! In the past when he was at a lower level, it raised his stats by nearly half.
He could use the High Priest’s Blessing through the ring’s power once a day anywhere. During that time, it was a moment where Weed felt like a Warrior, not a Sculptor.
Weed slapped Yellowy’s rump with his palm.
“Let’s go, Yellowy!”
Yellowy ran on all fours and sped down the hill. He accelerated as he went down the slope, making his flesh vibrate.
He wasn’t just as fast as a horse. He was faster.
Power!
He charged with his heavy weight and speed.
A Dark Knight came stabbing straight at them. He was extremely fast and was delicately aiming for the neck. It was a sight of a truly skillful Knight of the Embinyu Church.
Weed ducked his head, narrowly dodging and grazing past a sword, and also raised his sword.
“Moonlight Sculpting Blade!”
He struck the neck of the armorless horse and toppled it along with the Knight.
Even before Yellowy took another two steps, another Dark Knight came at him.
“DIE!”
The enemy Knight swung his ax so fiercely, Weed felt the wind pressure!
If he blocked the weapons the galloping Knights swung head-on, he feared durability of his sword would fall or break. Weed’s weapons were maintained at their maximum condition, but there was no need to clash deliberately.
‘Make a gap.’
Weed moved Yellowy half a step to the side as he swung his sword.
A tactic using the short range of an ax and the length of his sword! He was able to decapitate the Dark Knight with the wide gap he purposely made.
The art of attacking in unity with the bull!
In a fight between Knights, the outcome sometimes depended on the steed.
Weed treated Yellowy like an extension of his hand as he engaged in battle.
Neeiighhh!
The horses the Dark Knights were riding on puffed breathless gasps as they rose up the hill. When they saw Yellowy’s dangerously transformed eyes, they lost considerable fighting spirit.
M-O-O-O. Oo. Oo. Oo!
In the frenzy, Yellowy was on the verge of going crazy!
As he struck with his hind legs and rammed with his horns, the horses fell underneath him without fail. On all fours, Yellowy fundamentally combined offence and defence.
On the bull’s wide back, Weed could use his sword favorably.
Like a wild raging beast, he swung his sword left and right between enemies.
Every time he grazed past the Dark Knights, spear and sword clashed. His sword flashed as Dark Knights undoubtedly fell to the ground.
Exactly one each for every breath!
“Yellowy, let’s go!”
Weed rode Yellowy in between the Dark Knights.
For riders donning armor, just falling to the ground alone was enough to sustain a nearly fatal blow. Regardless of the excellent defense of the Knights’ armor, it was a situation where the weight of the armor worked against them.