Quest is successful, but there’ll be sacrifices.”
“Yeh?”
“We’re done if we died just once in this place.”
“Ah, that’s a hell of a restriction!”
Pale and Zephyr’s were startled.
If you fail a quest, or die, you’re forever banished from the world of vampires.
In case of the death, revival is not an option.
Having high ATK is an outstanding feature of Geomchis. But that also means their defenses aren’t prominent enough so they’re quite vulnerable. In addition, they can’t even use simple self healing spells like the Paladins.
As things going the way they are, the cumulative damages will naturally results in deaths, and the amount is relevant to the total of their strength.
Pale realized.
“We’re screwed if this continues!”
Irene lacked the power to cycle her heals to a large group of people; therefore, the fact they were facing was that anyone maybe expendable. In particular, the DEF-lacking Geomchis had the highest possibility of dying at any moment.
Frankly speaking, if the battle continues to go down the current path, the number of their allies will be greatly reduced.
Weed’s ways of doing things are meticulously going through preparations.
Cultivating his allies, test the strength of his enemies, while making the most of his environment.
But now was not the case.
They were allowed to be in this land for the total of only three months.
Current situation: Vampire witch trial.
There wasn’t much time left to rescue Roselyn from the burning stake. While the Paladins and Priests continued to defend with their impenetrable barrier.
‘Have to bet everything on this one.’
Weed’s heart was about to break from the slowing growing pain.
‘Paladin armor set. Have to give up holding back the damages now.’
Organization within a natural clash can minimize casualties. While commanding over hundreds of officers is a tremendous task; at the same while, organized battles can mean abandoning the victory, and the loss is even more damaging.
In this messy melee skirmish ‘formation,’ controlling the fight isn’t that complex. In addition, the intention of the Geomchis who are in no mood to listen to anyone is well known.
Weed yelled.
“Roselyn, hang in there for a bit! Zephyr nim is coming to save you!”
Kureureureung!
Terrible roars roamed from the battlefield.
Weed’s Lion Roar stirred an enormous ripple effect.
Up until now, the uncooperative individuals of Geomchis continued to move forward for Roselyn’s, exhausted their rage.
“What? That fish soup of a playboy’s gunna save our Roselyn?”
“Hellsnoo! Not happening!”
“I’d rather let our Hyongs get her.”
“All the handsome guys can go lie in a ditch!”
The movements of Geomchis changed.
Rather than single mindedly forcing their ways to Roselyn, they pushed toward the Paladins and earnestly fought in close quarters.
“Rotating Lunge!”
“Crisscross Cut!”
“Seven Strokes!”
Geomchis took advantageous of their skills and attacked aggressively.
Dealing direct blows with their swords.
They were using long ranged attacks with their swords, while dealing little damage at the cost of lots of mana. Now they were utilizing their direct melee attacks.
Straightforward and more effective skills.
Some rolled their body on the ground to avoid incoming magic arrows, and then leapt into the air immediately afterward.
Swung their blades at enemies whilst rotating in midair.
Results from agility, quickness, judgment, and experiences!
The scene here was unconceivable by any movies.
From running, ducking, even throwing their swords for a hit……attacking with no distractive thoughts such as flashy moves and defending.
The paladins frantically avoided Geomchis’ desperation whist casting their spells.
“I absolutely won’t allow him to pass!”
“I don’t care how unfair the world is to me, just not for the sake of Zephyr!”
An honorable one on one fight during a confrontation.
In a war, to hell with that!
Geomchis repeated the same tactic of attacking then recedes while ganging up 3-4 people to one paladin.
They continued to do so as they isolated some paladins, and hunted them down. The priests persistently casted heals and plagues, but Geomchis were able to pushed the paladins to their breaking point.
Geomchis had plenty of experiences attacking large group of enemies, so the priests weren’t given any break as they tried to intervene.
On the Paladins’ side, they weren’t given a second of a breather as they faced the onslaught of the raging-wild-boars that were the Geomchis.
In the battle, just a miniscule of a second of the moment!
For one caged Paladin who let up just for a bit, he was struck five, six times in that bit.
Weed’s entertained tears faded as he approached the priests at a different route from a far distance. He intended to attack the Judges and Priests that were located behind the units of Paladins.
Dadadadadadak!
From the middle of nowhere, footsteps approached him for no reason.
Therefore, Weed, without a care, sped up on the plain. But then, Zephyr also did the same in a flurry.
Initially, the intention was pure. Weed only sped up to get the similar rate of speed to that of the dash. Then suddenly, the two continued increasing their speed as if it was a competition.
Men’s Pride.
For such a trivial reason, even if their stamina’s depletes, they absolutely refuse to be lag behind.
If they were at the same condition, Weed was a bit faster. But at the moment, he was wearing a heavy armor. So Zephyr was able to match his speed with Weed’s.
Weed was the first to open his mouth. Even though he was short of breath, he let his word flown out calmly.
“The plain’s pretty.”
“Not a big deal.”