Chapter 193: Lich Slayer (5)
Erantel groaned as he lay on the ground.
His entire body was drenched in blood. His cherished blade had been snapped in two, his armor shattered into tattered scraps, and the torn flesh beneath revealed twisted muscles screaming in agony.
Theoderic was on the other side, but in no better condition. Blood trickled from his eyes, nose, and mouth as he lay unconscious. He had overexerted his mana in an attempt to block Maloka's spells, causing a severe backlash. Through his blurred vision, Erantel saw the archlich preparing another attack.
"I shall offer your heads to the God of Death."
A sinister blade of magic slashed through the air, hurtling toward him.
With great effort, Erantel tried to move. I... I have to dodge...
But all he managed was a slight twitch. With his body in its current ravaged state, escaping was utterly impossible. The moment before he was torn apart and sent to the goddess's embrace...
"Hatoba!" Alius gasped for breath and unleashed his final reserves of divine power. "Grant the blessings of the earth upon your servants!"
The ground surged upward, forming a massive shield that blocked the attack between them. The magic blade struck the earthen wall with an eerie shriek.
Alius let out a sigh of relief, having barely managed to save them. I... I wasn't too late.
The problem was that the effort had drained him completely.
"Tch. Priests really are a nuisance." Maloka muttered as he turned around. "They always show up at the worst possible time to ruin everything."