What is an offensive priest?

Chapter 43 The Grey Dwarf Overlord

Facing the five massive and ferocious minotaurs that were as big as small mountains, the adventure team dared not relax for a moment.

Before the battle began, Richard recited a simple yet solemn prayer.

The first-circle spell Blessing can provide a huge buff to the group.

As Richard's teammates, Crowe and the others showed a hint of surprise in their eyes after feeling this blessing from Los Angeles.

In their subconscious, Richard had already been categorized as a pastor.

After all, they had never seen a priest before who wore fine iron chainmail and charged at the front with his fists swung wide.

His violent and barbaric fighting methods even made Kro feel inferior.

"There are five minotaurs in total, how about each person takes charge of one?"

Paladin Kro activated the blessing of the sacred weapon, and the holy runes on the sword lit up one by one, radiating a dazzling holy light.

"I have no objection; it all depends on what our pastor friend thinks."

The bard Omir gracefully drew his rapier from his waist, the tip of which drew several beautiful arcs in the air.

Clearly, he was unaware of Richard's combat prowess and regarded him merely as an ordinary priest of the Light Realm.

Upon hearing his words, the members of the adventure team, and even the usually silent thief Maurice, couldn't help but reveal a strange smile.

I'm looking forward to seeing what kind of expression he'll make when he witnesses Richard's strength.

Moo—

Just then, the five minotaurs who had been injured by the fireball spell finally struggled to their feet.

Their rough skin is covered with charred burn marks, and in some places the skin is even torn open, revealing the dark red muscles and pale bones underneath.

But the pain did not deter them; instead, it completely ignited their inherent ferocity and rage!

The minotaurs' yellow eyes burned with a blood-red ferocity, their nostrils spewed out scorching white steam, and their massive hooves slammed heavily into the ground, creating deep craters as they charged forward madly.

"Prepare for battle!"

Kro's roar was like a battle horn tearing apart the battlefield!

He was the first to approach the nearest minotaur.

In the instant the minotaur charged wildly, Kro precisely dodged to the side, the blade of his giant axe grazing his breastplate, bringing with it a piercing metallic scraping sound and sparks flying everywhere.

He then raised his fine iron longsword high, and the sacred light on the sword condensed to its extreme at this moment, transforming into a blazing white dawn like the sun.

The Holy Slash!

The greatsword slashed down fiercely, striking the minotaur in the back!

The paladin is hailed as the Holy Father by adventurers because his solo combat ability is among the best of all professions.

The damage caused by the upgraded Holy Slash is no joke.

Even the incredibly resilient minotaurs suffered a heavy blow, the blade slicing through the tough hide without any resistance, leaving a horrific, deep wound that exposed the bone.

Dark red blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the surrounding ground crimson!

But the pain did not frighten the minotaur; instead, it triggered his innate bloodlust.

The minotaur suddenly turned around, its huge hooves shattering the ground, and its giant axe swung wildly like a whirlwind!

Kro retreated repeatedly, the blade of the giant axe grazing his nose several times, the force of the wind even cutting off a few strands of golden hair on his forehead!

This made him break out in a cold sweat.

That kind of force, if he were hit head-on, would be enough to keep him in bed for half a month.

On the other side, the thieves Morris and Avel, two professions without direct combat ability, cooperated with each other.

Like a venomous snake in the shadows, Maurice crept up behind the minotaur and used a poisoned dagger to leave fine wounds on its Achilles tendon, joints, and lower back.

Meanwhile, Aivier stood at a safe distance, waving his staff and releasing magical missiles—a low-level but highly effective spell.

On the contrary, the level 7 bard, using the Blade Academy's special skill, the Slash Dance, wielding a rapier, moved like an elegant butterfly, leaving streaks of blood on the minotaur's body.

His movements were as graceful as a court dance, his steps as light as a falling feather, and his rapier drew gorgeous yet deadly arcs in the air, appearing calm and elegant.

The minotaur roared in fury, swinging his giant axe wildly, but each attack grazed Omir's clothes, failing to touch even a hair on his head.

There was no way to catch this cunning loach.

Just as the bard was looking smugly at the crowd, a terrifying sound like metal being smashed came from beside him, which suddenly caught his attention.

On the other side of the battlefield.

Richard, clad in fine iron chainmail, dodged the minotaur's giant axe and then, with his fist gleaming with holy flames, knocked the minotaur to the ground with a single punch.

Is that right...?

The bard stared blankly at the scene before him, his rapier frozen in mid-air.

What is a pastor?

Shouldn't they be standing at the back of the group, providing everyone with various divine magical buffs and healing spells?

Richard, oblivious to the bard's shocked gaze, swung his fist, imbued with holy light, toward the minotaur.

But at that moment—

A giant hammer suddenly came hurtling in from the side, the force of which even tore through the air.

"careful--!"

A scream rang out from Avel!

Richard's pupils contracted sharply, and he almost instinctively used his divine magic.

Guardian Flash!

But the other side seemed unaffected; the giant hammer continued to slam into Richard, sending him flying backward as if hit by a battering ram, crashing heavily into the wall.

Dust flew everywhere.

"Your Excellency Richard—"

Avel's expression changed drastically, and he exclaimed in surprise.

The wielder of the giant hammer rode slowly over on a dire wolf, sheathed his weapon, and hoisted the hammerhead onto his shoulder.

Grom, the Grey Dwarf Overlord.

This short, stocky monster, as imposing as a mobile iron barrel, was currently riding on the back of a dire wolf clad in iron armor, its eyes gleaming with a cruel and mocking light.

Don't worry about him, it'll be your turn soon.

"Traitors of the Underdark, do you still want to emulate Drizzt and become a Forgotten Ranger?"

He let out a shrill laugh as he directed the gray dwarf army behind him.

"Go, tear those pedantic humans to shreds!"

Those short but exceptionally robust grey dwarf warriors, carrying enormous warhammers disproportionate to their size, stomped toward the breach in the wall.

Just then.

A beam of holy fire, as bright white as the blazing sun, suddenly tore through the air from the inside of the breach in the wall and shot toward the gray dwarf overseer!

The gray dwarf overseer's pupils flickered.

He almost instinctively dodged to the side, his body swaying on the dire wolf's back, the Holy Fire spell grazing the edge of his shoulder armor.

Before they could react, a figure as fast as a cannonball shot out from the direction from which the Holy Fire spell had been fired.

boom--

A dull, resonant sound, like a giant hammer striking a drum!

The two tumbled off the dire wolf's back, crashing like meteors into the neatly lined-up gray dwarf army behind them.

Dust flew everywhere, and gravel flew in all directions.

The smoke and dust slowly dissipated.

Richard slowly stood up.

His fine iron chainmail was now covered in dust, and he casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

[Triggered the single-skill standing staff attack modifier, temporarily increasing Strength attribute by 50%]

[Triggered the Bloodlust modifier, entering Bloodrage state, pain reduction increased to 70%, strength, speed, and reaction speed increased by an additional 25%.]

"Did I say you could leave?!"