What is an offensive priest?

Chapter 13 The Devil's Invasion!

Inside the camp.

The campfire crackled and popped.

A lost wild boar became a dinner delicacy, its roasting aroma wafting from half a mile away.

The thief, returning from his patrol, sat down next to Crowe.

He untied a leather wine pouch from his waist, pulled out the cork, and tilted his head back to take a large gulp of aged red wine.

"We've obtained the lava lizard's gland extract. Once we've repaired the Prison Oath Tracker, let's set off."

After being treated with healing magic, Kro's injuries have been fully healed, and he is now applying bear oil to groom his exquisite short golden hair.

A righteous knight will never allow himself to appear pathetic!

"Given the current situation in Blackrock Town, I'm afraid Your Excellency Richard cannot extricate yourself, and those innocent villagers also need our assistance."

The thief, Maurice, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, his voice hoarse from the alcohol.

What should we do with that Campion?

"Should we let her continue to roam and bewitch people across Faerûn?"

He seemed somewhat dissatisfied with Kro's decision.

"Don't forget the Duke of Strom's expectations of you!"

Faced with the thief's almost questioning tone, Kro frowned, revealing a hint of displeasure.

"I understand that, of course, but without Your Excellency Richard's help, we alone cannot defeat that devil from hell."

"Wasn't that proven before?"

Why do you seem to be in such a hurry?

The thief, Morrison, seemed to choke on his words and, without continuing the argument, turned and crawled into the tent.

late at night.

The light of the Moon Lady Serene was obscured by dark clouds.

rustling...

A faint, viscous sound came from beside the weeds by the river, like the sound of pectin wriggling.

The evening breeze blew into the tent.

Richard, a priest with exceptional senses, caught a faint smell of rotten eggs mixed with the charcoal scent of embers from a campfire while he was half asleep.

He initially thought it was the smell of extracts from the glands of the lava lizards outside the tent and didn't pay much attention to it.

But after a few breaths, the smell suddenly became strong, carrying a putrid odor.

Richard suddenly opened his eyes! It smelled of sulfur!

Almost at the same moment—

call out--!

The alarm spell cast by the drow mage Avel sounded in the quiet of midnight.

The thief Maurice was the first to react, suddenly emerging from his sleeping bag with two poisoned daggers in his hands, cautiously observing his surroundings.

"What's going on!?"

Kro and Avel were also awakened by the alarm, and quickly grabbed their weapons and opened their respective tents.

"It's the stench of sulfur emanating from the devil!"

Richard's words jolted the two, who were still in shock, into a state of heightened alert.

"Where!?"

With a clang, the fine iron longsword at Clod's waist was suddenly drawn from its sheath.

Richard sensed for a moment, then suddenly turned around, his gaze fixed on the dense grass by the river.

Before he could even speak, a spell was already ringing out beside him.

"Fire Bolt!"

A blazing orange-red arrow of light tore through the darkness.

Avel unleashed a magic fire arrow, the blazing light instantly igniting the weeds and revealing the shadows hidden within.

A blurry, indescribable mass of limbs, undaunted by the flames, writhed like mud.

It has no fixed shape, its surface is constantly wriggling and undulating, and its color is a mixture of dark red and dirty yellow, like rotting internal organs stirring up pus and blood.

"It's a swarm of lesser demons!"

As they chased Mizora, they encountered these hellish demons several times and recognized the creature before them at a glance.

Imps are the lowest form of beings in hell, evolved from fallen humans who sold their souls, and are immune to fire, poison, and other such attacks.

"Maurice, where's the holy water!"

Kro shouted at the thief.

Knowing the characteristics of the devil, the adventure team prepared holy water specifically to deal with it.

But then the thief spoke up.

"The holy water was used up in the last battle with the devil, and we haven't had time to prepare more."

"What?!"

The demon horde began to wriggle, gradually breaking into clusters of independent, indistinct individuals.

Kro didn't have time to worry about any of that. He immediately activated the blessing of the sacred weapon and rushed forward to slash.

"Mage Hand!"

Having fought all day, Avir's spell slots had not yet recovered, so she could only provide ranged assistance using the magic of the Mage's Hand.

After Richard's skill is upgraded, his unarmed attacks can trigger a radiant effect similar to the Holy Slash, making him effective against hellish demons.

With a single punch, the dark red flames were instantly extinguished, and the entire slime-like body exploded as if it had been detonated.

The battle lasted less than three minutes.

This group of inferior demons was merely a test and did not possess much combat power; they were quickly wiped out by the group.

Around the camp.

All that remained were a dozen or so dried-up, foul-smelling black scum stains and the still strong smell of sulfur in the air.

"it's over?"

Avel watched as the fallen corpse of the lesser demon gradually turned into rotting mud.

"not yet……"

Richard suddenly spoke up.

He didn't look at the stains left by the evil spirits on the ground, but turned around abruptly.

With his right hand outstretched, he aimed at the branches of a tall hemlock tree thirty feet outside the camp!

"Sacred Flame!"

Flames roared out, drawing a dazzling trail in the air, and precisely struck a seemingly empty shadow on a branch.

"Awooo—!"

A piercing, ear-piercing scream rang out.

A small, hunched-over humanoid demon with bat wings and a lizard tail appeared.

The little devil tried to flap its wings and escape, but its wings, burning with holy fire, had lost the ability to fly.

He fell from a ten-foot-high branch and crashed heavily onto the rocky ground.

Before it could even struggle to its feet, Kro's gleaming holy sword had already slashed down.

laugh!

The longsword cleaved the little devil in two, and dark purple blood gushed out like lava, corroding two small pits in the ground.

"These vile, inferior devils must have been sent by Mizorah."

"Before we could even look for her, she came over to provoke us. She's really bold!"

Avel frowned strangely as he looked at the gradually melting demon corpse on the ground.

"But how did she discover our trail?"

The adventure team went to great lengths to track her down, but their actions remained entirely under the devil's control.

This feeling is very frustrating.

The thief Maurice suddenly spoke, breaking the silence.

"No matter what, once the Prison Oath Tracker is repaired, her doomsday will be over."

To prevent the devil from attacking again, everyone took turns keeping watch that night.

After waiting until dawn, they packed their bags and returned to Blackstone Town via the same route.

The scenery along the way was not much different from when we came.

The blocked roads, the toppled boundary markers, and the Black Stone Bridge that has been reduced to ruins.

But for some reason, Richard always felt that there was something strange about the air.

It's too quiet.

The morning in the Howling Mountains shouldn't be this quiet.

An ominous premonition grew heavier within him.

About an hour later.

The adventure team could already see the valley where Blackrock Town was located in the distance.

But what first catches the eye is neither the outline of the town's walls nor the silhouette of the monastery's spire.

Instead, it was thick, billowing black smoke!

It rose from the depths of the town, soaring straight into the sky obscured by clouds.

The black smoke was mixed with dark red flames, which were clearly visible even in daylight.

"Oh no, something's happened!"