Chapter 292: The Unveiling Trap

  The priceless Spatial Lock scroll had only one purpose: to forbid all teleportation magic in the surrounding area for a period of time. And to use it in such an environment, in such a situation, the Minotaur priest's intentions needed no further explanation. Lancelot felt a chill creeping into his heart. He wasn't the only one who knew how to leave a treacherous card up his sleeve, or rather, it wasn't just His Majesty the Pope.

  It wasn't that he hadn't considered such a possibility, but among the Minotaurs, besides High Priest Tima, there was truly no one the Temple Knights needed to concern themselves with. Most importantly, the Minotaur race, with its barren magical culture, could never possess the ability to create such high-level magical items. After all, even Celeste did not have a top-tier earth type scroll like Gravity Field.

  This meant these scrolls, or rather, this trap behind it all, were not just the Minotaurs' idea... But now was not the time to delve into such questions, because whatever the answer was, it was meaningless to the dead.

  "I must truly thank you, Temple Knights, for helping us solve the biggest problem, Moriel. However, High Priest Tima instructed that since Moriel was the greatest existence in Nighon for centuries, it was only fitting to have you all buried with her. Although I don't know where the other two Temple Knights have gone, I believe High Priest Tima will be very pleased to see you eliminated." The Minotaur priest finally spoke. He stood just outside the cavern, at the edge of the Gravity Field. To be able to speak such fluent human language, it was clear his status was not low, and his mind was absolutely outstanding among these not-so-intelligent creatures. Otherwise, he would never have waited until this desperate moment to reveal his true colors.

  Watching the several warriors, who were originally no match for him, struggling to steady themselves, the Minotaur priest revealed a smug satisfaction that was difficult for other races to mimic. He snorted, and light glinted in his huge bovine eyes. Every Temple Knight here had at least a hundred Minotaurs' lives on their hands, and Paladin Lancelot had been a nightmare-like legend in Nighon for over a decade. Killing them was not just for a sense of accomplishment and the pleasure of revenge, but also excellent capital for raising his status within the tribe.

  Lancelot spoke no more. It was because he could not speak. He felt not blood, but mercury, flowing in his veins. His heart felt as if it were about to burst from the effort of maintaining his body's functions. That all-out Holy Light Cross Sword had drained all his strength, and it seemed the center point of this Gravity Field magic was right around him.

  With several clanging sounds, the three Temple Knights who had jointly attacked Moriel struggled to move towards the cavern entrance. Every step of their fine steel boots on the rocky ground caused the rock to crack. Their backs were half-hunched, and their originally light and agile forms, like those of a wildcat, now seemed like those of old men carrying an ox on their backs. Although the Radiant Battleplate had activated its attached Divine Aegis of the Heavens, the weight of the armor under these circumstances was enough to crush a bull. Their Battle Qi and strength had already been mostly consumed during the joint attack on Moriel, and their injuries were quite severe. Although healed by white magic, the consumed Battle Qi and stamina could not be recovered.

  Under the immense gravity, the rocky ground began to crack continuously. The cavern shook, and rocks kept falling from the ceiling. A not-so-large rock hit a Temple Knight, and with a crash, as it shattered and debris flew, the Temple Knight was almost knocked to the ground by this single stone. If it had hit his head, the Temple Knight's head might not have been saved. In this abnormal gravity, the lethality of falling rocks from above was even greater than that of magic.

  Wilskey raised his Golden Battle Bow, drew the bowstring, and nocked an arrow. This was originally an action he had performed countless times, but now it seemed incredibly strenuous. The muscles and veins on his arm holding the bow looked as if they were about to burst through his skin, and beads of sweat on his forehead raced down like runners in a competition.

  The Magic-Breaking Arrow, carrying all the remaining strength of the Temple Knights, was shot out. The sound it made was like tearing through dozens of layers of thick cowhide. In the air, thickened by the Gravity Field, this arrow, which should have been as fast as thunder and lightning, now did not seem very fast, and it even seemed to deviate from its trajectory and drop. The Minotaur priest dodged somewhat clumsily. The Magic-Breaking Arrow hit the rock wall behind him with a loud bang, and a large section of the wall collapsed.

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  At the same moment he shot the arrow, Wilskey fell to the ground with a thud, almost faster than the arrow had flown. The hard rocky ground was smashed into a large pit by his own weight and that of his Radiant Battleplate. Rock fragments directly pierced into the Temple Knight's body. Even the smallest wounds quickly oozed blood, flowing incessantly.

  At the same time, the other three Temple Knights all raised a hand and shot a ray of white light at the dodging Minotaur priest, but the body of a fire elemental moved, and the three rays of white light vanished into the fiery body like a clay ox entering the sea.

  The faces of the Temple Knights were grim. The Light Arrow, originally meant for dealing with undead creatures, was the only white magic that could have any effect in the current situation. For their powerful combat prowess, they specialized in auxiliary and dispelling white magic, which was originally most suitable for Temple Knights. But this was gravity, not a curse. The dispelling and blessings that white magic was good at could not play any role.

  Not all Temple Knights were knights. As the most elite fighting force on the continent, there were naturally also mages among them who were skilled in elemental attack magic. Originally, there were two mages who came to Nighon this time. But the Black Dragon itself was almost immune to all elemental magic, so even if they were here, their role would have been limited. More importantly, they had been sent to carry out other secret missions for His Majesty the Pope. The absence of these two had now become their fatal weakness.

  The Minotaur priest revealed half his head from behind the fire elementals, revealing a ferocious smile on his bovine face. He now held three scrolls and a magic wand in his hands. Under normal circumstances, even with these scrolls, he could not possibly hit an opponent like a Temple Knight. But now, the five people in the Gravity Field were nothing but his living targets.

  Whether it was Lancelot or the Temple Knights, all they could feel in their minds now was despair. Because they could all guess what scrolls the Minotaur priest held in his hands, and they knew that under these circumstances, they had absolutely no way to resist or dodge. Judging from these scrolls, this was indeed not just a Minotaur trap; there must be someone else involved.

  And this person, whether in the design of the trap or the selection of these scrolls, was impeccable. Not only did they not notice, but it was completely integrated into the shadows of their own actions. And once it revealed its true colors, it left them not the slightest chance.

  Now, this dragon and the five most elite human warriors, under the effect of the magic scrolls, were nothing but lambs to the slaughter before this Minotaur priest.

  But just at this moment, a commotion suddenly came from the passage leading outside, including the distinctive giant footsteps of battle lizards.

  "Reinforcements? What happened on High Priest Tima's side? Why are reinforcements coming here?" The Minotaur priest turned his head to look. What he saw was a force of Drow, with war giant lizards at the front, carrying lizard knights charging towards them. The lizard knights also saw the Minotaur priest and charged with a shout.

  Although the Minotaur priest was somewhat surprised, he was not too panicked. The scroll in his hand, which was originally intended for Lancelot, was instead launched directly at the Drow in the passageway.

  A dazzling orb of light shot from the Minotaur priest's hand, carrying an immense heatwave towards the Drow reinforcements. The lizard knight at the very front only had time to let out an extremely shrill scream before being turned into a charred blackness by the extreme heat of this Blazing Might Shot.

  It was not until it crashed into a corner of the passageway that the orb of light, conjured by this top-tier fire magic, completely dissipated. Wherever it passed, the once-mighty lizard knights had all become a pile of charred corpses on the ground, and the smell of burnt flesh filled the passageway.

  But the noise in the passage only grew louder. More Drow soldiers and knights poured into the Minotaur priest's vision from around the corner. The floor full of charred corpses did not make them hesitate in the slightest; they still shouted and rushed forward. Judging from the growing sound from the passage, there could only be more Drow soldiers behind.

  The Minotaur priest was slightly flustered. This time, he quickly unfurled two other scrolls. Two Thunderblast Bombs shot towards the ceiling of the passage. With a loud rumble, the entire ceiling of that section of the passage collapsed. Large rocks fell and piled up, blocking all the Drow reinforcements outside, but it was obvious that this kind of blockage could not last for long.

  The Minotaur priest turned his head to look at the Temple Knights who were still struggling in the Gravity Field, trying to walk towards him. Although the three most powerful scrolls had been consumed, he still had a lightning wand and two fire elementals.

  The elemental giants, composed purely of fire, had no weight. They were the only objects that could move in this abnormal gravity area. One fire elemental giant floated towards the nearest Temple Knight. At the same time, the Minotaur priest, still hiding behind a fire elemental, waved his hand. A white lightning bolt shot from the top of the wand and struck a Temple Knight.

  With a crackling sound, the Temple Knight let out a scream and fell. Although sparks flew all over his body, it did not seem to be a fatal injury. The magic resistance of the Radiant Battleplate and his own extraordinary body could withstand this mid-level magic. But fear began to appear in the Temple Knight's eyes, because the fire elemental had already floated in front of him.