Chapter 95: The Battle Beneath Momona Village (Part 7)

"Clark, are there any more Frost Magic Arrows?" the Old Priest immediately asked Priest Clark.

Priest Clark looked at one of his subordinate Hunters, who shook his head and lifted his Cloak, revealing some special arrows that could not be called Magic Arrows.

This Hunter had only had one Frost Magic Arrow, but it had been used up earlier when requested to deal with the parasitic wild boar herd; the Hunter had complained quite a bit at the time, as wasting an important Magic Arrow on an insignificant enemy meant he would be unable to play a key role at the critical moment of dealing with the Evil God.

And that key role at the critical moment was, obviously, referring to right now.

"Regrettably, there are none left." Priest Clark said this with much regret, and the Old Priest clearly heard the other party's dissatisfaction and complaints.

He coughed lightly and changed the plan: "Have the Hunters prepare weakening, curse-type Magic Arrows. Now is a good opportunity to restrict and weaken the Evil God's strength."

Upon hearing this, the Hunters immediately took out the Magic Arrows with similar effects they had on hand, including some special arrows that were not Magic Arrows, and prepared for a volley.

Seeing this, the Old Priest immediately stopped them: "Spread out, spread out and shoot at different parts of the Evil God's body; do not let the effects overlap, or they will cancel each other out."

The Hunters then quickly spread out, and some quick-handed Hunters directly activated their Magic Arrows, releasing the arrows that curse the enemy and weaken the enemy's strength in advance. They actually had the most of this type of arrow, whereas the Explosive Magic Arrows for heavy attacks and the Frost Magic Arrows for freezing monsters were relatively rare.

For a time, Magic Arrows and special arrows of various colors were fired from the hands of the scattered Hunters.

The Evil God, who was being constantly convulsed by the electricity from the two Magic Arrows, had no ability to resist and could only passively accept these arrows that restricted its strength and abilities one after another.

Arrows glowing with green light pierced the surface of the Evil God's body, and the next moment, large areas of the body that were originally fusing and repairing began to ooze blood, followed by writhing flesh as large, festering wounds emerged from the inside out.

Rotten flesh mixed with pus surged out from the wounds that appeared for no reason, and the area of these festering wounds continued to expand.

Other arrows pierced the Evil God's body, and the deadly poison contained within was surprisingly effective even on the Evil God's flesh; the blood within large areas of flesh coagulated, stalling the normal functioning of the entire flesh tissue. Even if the Evil God tried to use Divine Power to clear the blood clots in those body Blood Vessels, as long as the toxin remained, the cleared Blood Vessels would immediately form new clots and block up again.

Some arrows shone with a pale light onto the Evil God's body; as the light passed, whether it was the fleshy body or the plant-like body of the Evil God, it immediately became aged and decayed, as if the life force was being ruthlessly snatched away from its body of near-infinite vitality.

Some important body tissues and organs that the Evil God had originally restored also lost their life force after this terrifying Magic Arrow flew past. What was even more terrifying was that this Magic Arrow did not just pierce a certain spot, but was controlled by the Hunter who fired it from afar, flying continuously in the air close to the Altar where the Evil God was located.

It was like an arrow with infinite power, flying in circles around the Altar, constantly snatching life force from the Evil God's body.

There were also some special arrows that plunged into the Evil God's writhing, convulsing fleshy body. Once these arrows with special abilities burrowed into the flesh, they became like starving ghosts; the tips of the arrows opened their mouths to bite and swallow the god's flesh, then cut and squeezed it through the arrow shaft, finally discharging it from the tail of the arrow as flesh waste that could no longer be utilized.

Some arrows even stuck to the surface of the Evil God's body like a mosquito or a tick, with the front end drawing the Evil God's blood and the tail end discharging the blood in large quantities at will.

Various means were constantly causing damage of varying sizes all over the Evil God. Although the effects of many special arrows that were not Magic Arrows were not that obvious, they added up, still causing terrifying losses to the Evil God.

Even though the Evil God possessed a powerful body recovery ability, once the space here was locked, it could not replenish the basic materials and nutrients needed to restore its body through summoning.

Thus, it roared and cursed the Humans around it who were launching attacks at it.

This was a trap; it finally realized this point at this moment.

The other party had come prepared, their methods were sharp, their goals were clear, and they were aiming for its fall.

"……%&&……&%!"

A burst of indescribable words was emitted from some unknown part of the Evil God's body; the crowd could not understand it, but it was clearly a language the Evil God was using.

The Old Priest Mardo immediately frowned; he closed his eyes to sense his own body and then discovered something: "The Evil God is releasing a Curse. Jierkesi, your people are good at this; let us resist it. Quick!"

The middle-aged Priest immediately agreed. These Priests of the god churches possessed the god's Divine Power and therefore had a strong ability to resist Curses, but the others present could not, especially those scattered Church Hunters.

They were the main force of this Hunting, and it was absolutely not allowed for their combat effectiveness to be affected by the Curse.

If the Hunters fell in large numbers because of the Evil God's Curse, then this Hunting would clearly be a failure.

"'Curse Hand', provide resistance to the Curse for everyone." Priest Jierkesi immediately gave the order, and one of his seemingly ordinary Hunters, amidst the various rumbling sounds around, clearly heard the order from his direct superior Priest.

This person was the Hunter who had just released the Magic Arrow that flew around the Evil God's body, constantly aging the Evil God's body with a special Magic Arrow.

At this time, he was also remotely controlling that Magic Arrow. After hearing the order, he flicked his left hand, and the remotely controlled flying Magic Arrow dove directly through the gaps in the Evil God's tattered body, piercing into the interior of the Evil God's body, continuously releasing the power of the Curse-Decay Magic Arrow that made the Evil God feel extremely disgusted.

Immediately after, he took out a new Magic Arrow from under the Cloak behind him.

This Hunter was not only good at releasing Magic Arrows carrying Curses, but naturally also good at releasing ones to resist and absorb Curses.

This Magic Arrow was actually alive; as a whole, it looked like an arrow strung with several heads of young animal beasts. These heads were still alive, but they could only roll their eyes in terror looking at their surroundings, their mouths opening and closing, yet no sound could be emitted.

This Magic Arrow looked strange and somewhat cruel, but there was no help for it; when it came to matters of Curses, it had always been like this.

A Curse is the manifestation of the most intense negative emotions of life, so in many practical application levels, the appearance is naturally very unpleasant.

But it must be said, although the thing was ugly, the effect was beyond reproach.

This Hunter fired the strange Magic Arrow in his hand toward the rock layer at the top of the Rongdong, and the next moment it was nailed to the top of the Rongdong.

As the effect of the Magic Arrow was activated, some dark green, even black-turning, subtle smoke began to drift from everyone's bodies to varying degrees. As soon as these hazy mists left their bodies, they turned into the shapes of twisted Skulls, making terrifying roaring appearances.

But these mists composed of Curses were still sucked in one breath onto the Magic Arrow at the top of the Rongdong.

The several young beast heads that originally had terrified expressions actually closed their mouths and eyes obediently after absorbing these Curses provided by the Evil God, and their expressions also calmed down.

But the young beast head at the very front of the Magic Arrow, after being full of Curses, suddenly turned into a puddle of dark green meat paste, sliding off the Magic Arrow like a puddle of excrement.

The other young beast heads on the Magic Arrow had not yet undergone such a change.

Seeing this scene, the Hunter who fired this Magic Arrow immediately reported to Priest Jierkesi: "The Evil God's Curse ability is average, and the level is not even very strong."

Priest Jierkesi waved his hand, letting him spread out to continue the attack, and then told the Old Priest the content of his subordinate's assessment.

Speaking of just now, when dark green Curse smoke was emerging from everyone present to varying degrees, both Jier and Bell were terrified.

They could not figure out when they had been hit by this thing?

At this moment, the two of them were the furthest from the battlefield, while the closest to the battlefield were the Church Priests; relying on the various armed Priest equipment on their bodies, as well as carrying the god's Divine Power and holding the god's statues, they were the closest to the Evil God.

Even the three Priests of the Church of the God of the Dead were leaning right next to the Evil God's body, the tips of the long staves in their hands constantly emitting pitch-black Divine Power Light Balls, bombarding the surface of the Evil God's body.

As for the effect, it could not be said there was none; at least it blasted and corroded a piece of body tissue the size of a door panel from the Evil God.

When these ten Priests had some dark green Curse smoke emerging from their bodies, they did not care, because as Priests of the orthodox god churches, they themselves possessed extremely strong abilities to resist Curses, and there were also an unreasonable number of methods and tools for expelling Curses within the churches.

But Jier looked at the dark green smoke continuously emerging from Bell's body, while only a tiny bit of smoke drifted from his own body, and really could not think of why: "Don't be nervous, here, I will stand in front of you and see if I can block these strange things in the subsequent battle."

Bell's emotions were somewhat collapsing; after all, he was standing so far away, which was to say he was already far from the front line of the battle, so why did these terrifying mists emerging from his body—this thing was too strange, and it didn't look like anything good at first glance—amount to many times more than Jier, who was standing in the same place?

Even those Church Hunters who were surrounding the Evil God in a full circle in front had much less green smoke emerging from their bodies than he did.

Facing Bell's terrified complaints, Jier naturally could not answer, so he looked at the situation of everyone in front, observed for a while, and then comforted Bell: "Maybe it's because they belong to the Hunting God Church? Look, there is almost no such strange smoke emerging from the Priests, and there is very little on me. It must be because I was previously cast with the 【Sun Child】 by the Sun God Church, and I have the Sun God's Divine Power in my body, becoming half a Church Priest?"

Bell looked in a breakdown at everyone present; he was the one with the most green smoke emerging from his body, while others, amidst the incomprehensible loud shouting and clamoring of the Evil God, only had some dark green twisted smoke emerging slightly, whereas he himself was like a brick factory, with large plumes of smoke emerging from his body and then being automatically sucked onto a special Magic Arrow above everyone's heads.

"How about you retreat a bit further?"

Jier tried to ask.

Bell was somewhat hesitant; the others were all fighting, and although Jier was not fighting, because he belonged to one of the duelists, he could not go far even if he wanted to. But Bell himself did not have this restriction; whether to fight or retreat was entirely up to him.

"If I retreat, wouldn't that be bad? After the battle ends, wouldn't I become the most cowardly participant in this operation? Those Church Priests dare to fight the Evil God at such close range, why can't I?"

That was what he said, but clearly, Bell had not expected that an excellent young Knight like him would be of no use in a battle to crusade against an Alien Evil God.

Although Jier seemed to be about the same, the fighting all took place at medium to long range, and neither of them had brought long-range weapons to the battle; of course, even if they had, they would be far inferior to the terrifying power of the Church Hunters' Magic Arrows.

But whether one participated in the battle and how much damage one caused to the Evil God were two different things.

"Jier, you still stand in front of me and try to help me block it, I wonder if that will work?"

Bell was completely numb.

Jier had no choice but to stand at the very edge of the Duel Magic Arrow's restriction, then let Bell, who was unwilling to leave the battlefield, stand behind him to see if he could block the 'attack' from the Evil God, the nature of which they did not know.

Jier and Bell still had not realized that these dark green mists were an anomaly produced when the Curse was being extracted from their bodies. Because the effects of the Curse had not yet manifested, except for the Old Priest who had just sensed the Curse, the others were all just wondering how these mists were produced.

But the Curse given by the Evil God was transmitted through the strange roars emitted by Him; simply standing in front of a companion could not block the Evil God's Curse.

Looking at the green mist still continuously emerging from his body, Bell was on the verge of a breakdown; he was still young and really did not want to die so inexplicably in this battle he should not have participated in.

After all, he was the Baron Heir, and in the future, this vast land and the population upon it would be managed by him; dying here so inexplicably at this time was truly a pity.

Jier was also anxious; Bell had not yet settled the payment for him and his subordinates for participating in this counter-attack operation. If Bell were to die here inexplicably, what would happen if the others in the Sasi Family went back on their word?

Let Jier pay his subordinates a large sum of money himself? He could not bear to do that.

In this counter-attack battle, not only had he himself killed quite a few blooming Monsters, but even his Warrior subordinates had killed many blooming Monsters. These were all money; one blooming Monster was worth several Gold Coins.

If this money were to go down the drain because of the death of Bell, the Baron Heir, that would not do!

Jier's eyes rolled, his brain racking for various methods, and sure enough, he thought of one.

"Bell, Bell! The green mist coming off those Church Hunters is less than yours, and more than the various Church Priests; is it because they belong to the Church? Didn't you say you belong to the God of Nobility, and your father is both a territorial Baron and a Priest of the God of Nobility? I wonder if praying to the God of Nobility would be of any use?"

Hearing Jier's words, Bell widened his eyes; he immediately knelt on one knee, pressed his palms together, closed his eyes, and began to mutter.

Not to mention, although Bell himself was not yet a formal Priest of that strangely structured organization of the God of Nobility, he was, after all, the first heir to the title, which counted as the position of a 'Novice Priest'.

If nothing else, he had been receiving a whole lot of things related to the God of Nobility since he was a child; every holiday, he had to follow his father in performing a strange ritual for the God of Nobility to prove that the territory under their command was prosperous, organized, well-supplied, and that the subordinates were loyal.

At this time, his Prayer really worked; after silently reciting the praises of the God of Nobility, the green mist on his body decreased significantly.

"It's effective, it's effective! Bell, keep going!"

Jier encouraged him happily.

Hearing that it was effective, Bell even opened his eyes to take a look; sure enough, the suspicious dark green mist emerging from his body was gradually decreasing, becoming roughly the same as that on the Church Hunters.

But as soon as his Prayer paused, the mist emerging from his body increased again.

This forced him to close his eyes and recite all the Prayer Poems he could still remember in his head in one breath. Only then did he feel annoyed that he had not liked these flashy things in the past, and as a result, when he really needed to use them, he could not recall more usable content.

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