Chapter 294: The Unstoppable Force

  Watching the fiery body completely envelop the man, the Minotaur priest finally breathed a sigh of relief. But before his heart could settle, he was immediately so startled that it felt as if it leaped into his throat.

  A roar, no less immense than Moriel's earlier dragon cry, filled the cavern. Although the sound lacked the Black Dragon's penetrating power and soul-shaking force, the overwhelming sense of power within it directly shook everyone to their core. Even a deaf person could feel the power of this roar. Its strength could be felt clearly not with the ears, but with the skin and muscles. The air in the entire cavern vibrated and trembled with this roar, and countless small rocks from above rained down.

  The Minotaur priest was directly shaken dizzy by the sound and fell to the ground. Even the Temple Knights couldn't help but cover their ears.

  Amidst the roar, the fire elemental giant's body exploded. The condensed body of the fire elemental, as fragile as mist, was torn to shreds by the white light of Battle Qi. Ethan remained where he was, having torn the elemental giant that covered him into pieces with his Battle Qi alone.

  Lancelot, at the very center of the Gravity Field, still couldn't move. A look of horror appeared on his face and in his eyes, even though his expression had remained largely unchanged when a Temple Knight was burned alive by the fire elemental moments before.

  He knew very well what this level of Battle Qi meant. He wouldn't have been surprised if this scene had involved Gru, but it was Ethan who displayed it.

  As the second fire elemental rushed over, the thinner of the two men who had fallen with Ethan moved to meet it. It was Rodhart.

  Rodhart did not use a weapon. He rammed headfirst into the fire elemental, almost completely naked. There was no Battle Qi protecting his body's surface, and the sound of sizzling burning and the stench of charred flesh immediately emanated from him. Mixed with the burnt smell was a heavy stench of decay.

  Rodhart moved within the fiery giant's body. Under the effect of the Gravity Field, his movements were actually quite fast. But no matter how fast he was, it seemed impossible for him, bare-handed, to affect an elemental creature like a fire elemental. And yet, the fire elemental giant's body continuously twisted and weakened with Rodhart's movements, finally dissipating with a wail.

  The fire elemental's body scattered and vanished, revealing Rodhart in the center. His entire body was no different from charcoal, like a broken statue carved from wood. His carbonized muscles and skin emitted black smoke and a heavy stench, flaking off piece by piece under gravity. The only part of him that was intact was his right hand, on which a piece of black ice was attached. It was something he had condensed by mixing water magic with the Necromancy within his body.

  Using water magic to sever the elemental cores from within the fire elemental was undoubtedly the most effective method against such a creature. And to accurately capture the several free-floating elemental cores inside the fire elemental, diving into its body seemed to be the only way. It was just that no one had ever thought of using such a method.

  Ethan, of course, would not have known of this method; it was something Rodhart had devised on his own in this situation.

  What Valthor's modifications had preserved was not just his magical power, but even his judgment and intellect. The top-tier modifications of Necromancy did not create things like zombie puppets. Apart from lacking autonomous consciousness and not truly being alive, he was not weaker in any respect than when he was alive.

  The trembling of the ground began to weaken. The effect of the Gravity Field was slowly disappearing. The Temple Knights' bodies gradually felt lighter, but their moods only grew heavier. They could smell the odor emanating from Rodhart. It was not an odor that a living creature could emit. And judging from the speed of his movements just now, the strength and speed of this inhuman person far surpassed their own.

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  But regardless, they knew they had to stop the man healing the Black Dragon. Two sword-wielding Temple Knights gathered all the Battle Qi and strength they had slowly accumulated and charged towards Ethan.

  But a body like a fortress of muscle blocked their path. It was Sylka. His massive frame completely blocked the way in front of Ethan. Like Rodhart, he was bare-handed and without any weapons, swinging his two huge fists towards the two Temple Knights.

  The two Temple Knights made the same move simultaneously. They fiercely slashed their long swords at Sylka's arms. The white magic and Battle Qi on them had been concentrated to their peak. They could both see that this muscle giant was the same kind of monster as Rodhart. Any threatening moves or attacks without decisive lethal force were meaningless before them.

  With a chi sound, the two shining long swords hacked into the gray muscle. The Temple Knights' judgment was not wrong. Facing such an undead-like monster, even if they couldn't kill it, severing its limbs was the most effective method. But what they misjudged was that this single slash failed to completely sever the arm, which was as thick as a normal man's thigh.

  The swords used by Temple Knights were undoubtedly the finest among magical weapons. After being infused with their Battle Qi, they could easily sever even an arm cast of iron. Sylka's arm was certainly not made of iron, but the Temple Knights found it even harder to cut through. The gray muscle was not only hard, but its toughness and elasticity were also abundant. The two swords could only reach the bone before their power and Battle Qi were completely neutralized, unable to advance another inch.

  Sylka's fist, the size of a child's head, slammed into the chests of the two Temple Knights. The dull thud produced was like the sound of two battering rams striking a city gate.

  The two Temple Knights truly flew through the air as if struck by a battering ram's giant hammer. The Radiant Battleplate on their chests, which had already been dented by Moriel's previous strike, was now almost caved into their very chests. After staggering to the ground, blood spilled from their mouths. Fortunately, they had sensed something was amiss when their swords hacked into the arm and had leaped back with all their might, dissipating most of the force. The injury was not too severe.

  But the psychological blow of this punch was as heavy as it could be. Although their Battle Qi and strength were greatly depleted, and their condition could only be considered half of their peak, they were, after all, Temple Knights, the most elite warriors on the continent. To be unable to withstand even a single exchange was unthinkable. The power of this punch was almost no different from the strike Moriel had landed on their chests earlier.

  Furthermore, both Temple Knights could feel that, upon being hit, several curses of Necromancy spread from the opponent's body. Fortunately, the Radiant Battleplate had a special resistance to curses; otherwise, it would have been impossible for them to even remain standing.

  With a crackle, a bolt of lightning shot from the wand of the Minotaur priest outside the cavern, striking Sylka's body and creating several arcs of electricity. Then, following the priest's incantation, a sharp stone pillar suddenly erupted from the ground and slammed into Sylka's body.

  The Minotaur priest outside the cavern had just gotten up from the ground and was waving the wand in his hand. By this point, there were no clear lines between friend and foe. As long as they could stop the man from healing the Black Dragon, it was fine. He hoped to use this magic to restrain the monster-like fortress of muscle.

  But the white electric arcs on Sylka's body seemed to be merely decorative, having no effect. The stone pillar shattered the moment it struck his body, and his fortress of muscle didn't even tremble. The only effect of the Lightning Bolt seemed to be to draw Sylka's attention to the Minotaur priest. He turned his massive head to look at the priest, his wooden gaze causing the priest to nearly collapse to the ground again.

  But the Minotaur priest immediately reminded himself not to be afraid. Although the Gravity Field was weakening, it was still effective. Even though this monster was terrifying, it would not be easy for him to cross such a long distance.

  Sylka, however, did not attempt to walk over. He simply grabbed the little finger of his left hand and pulled it off. Then, with a flick of his wrist, this finger flew towards the Minotaur priest with a sharp whistle of wind.

  Fortunately, the Minotaur priest had remained vigilant. He rolled to the side to dodge the moment Sylka flicked his wrist. The severed finger only grazed his head as it flew past, crashing into the rock wall of the passageway not far behind him. But the force behind this finger was too great. As it collapsed a section of the rock wall, it shattered itself, sending tiny fragments of flesh and black liquid flying everywhere, some of which splashed onto the Minotaur priest.

  The Minotaur priest let out a scream that could rival Ethan's roar from moments before. Like a fish suddenly thrown into a wok of hot oil, he sprang into the air, flipping twice before falling to the ground, devoid of any further breath or sound.

  Wilskey had already stood up. He drew his Golden Battle Bow and nocked a Magic-Breaking Arrow. But he did not release his hand. He dared not. He knew that this arrow, no matter what, would not be able to fell the muscle monster, let alone Ethan behind him. And if this caused the monster to throw another finger, or even an arm, he knew he would not be able to withstand it.

  The effect of the Gravity Field was slowly fading, but none of the Temple Knights dared to move any further. They could all see that it would be useless no matter what they did. They stared at the three who had fallen from the sky, their expressions completely one of shock and awe. It was the kind of expression that others usually wore when looking at them.

  Ethan's hand remained on the Black Dragon's body, the light of the recovery magic still shining on Moriel. The breath exhaled from the dragon's maw gradually grew stronger and stronger.