What is an offensive priest?

Chapter 8 Yenogu's Venomous Fangs!

The jackal overseer struggled to his feet from the pile of rubble.

It let out a muffled wail and spat out blood and foam mixed with broken teeth.

His ferocious and savage hungry eyes showed no fear at Richard's appearance; instead, the stench of blood aroused his bloodlust.

Beneath the tangled, putrid fur, a three-headed flail pattern branded onto the skin was stained with blood.

This is the mark of Yenogu, the King of the Gnolls, a demon lord who rules over chaos, evil, and rage from the 422nd level of the Abyss!

Yenogu's fangs.

That was a blessing bestowed by the King of the Gnolls upon the most mad warriors, transforming the recipient into a weapon capable of tearing apart all living things.

Power comes from blood, loyalty is destroyed!

"I see..." Richard squinted his eyes.

He moved his right wrist, the metal gauntlet making a slight scraping sound, and then slowly clenched his fist.

"Aww—"

The gnoll warlord lowered his body, his hind leg muscles taut like a bowstring, and his battle cry was no longer harsh, but mixed with an abyss-like roar, shaking the surrounding rocks and causing them to tremble on the ground.

The moment it pounced, the air was torn apart with a sharp, explosive sound.

The speed was at least three times faster than before, and the two bone claws no longer left behind a cold light, but two intersecting dark red arcs of light.

Richard did not dodge.

Claws ripped his priest's robes with precision, the fabric flying as it tore open, revealing the fine iron chainmail hidden beneath, the interlocking steel rings gleaming matte in the sunlight.

laugh--

The claws collided with the chainmail, creating a series of dazzling sparks.

Three deep dents were scratched into the surface of the chainmail, the deepest of which almost penetrated the protection of the fine iron armor.

Just as the gnoll overseer lunged forward, Richard slightly turned his body, allowing the impact to slide off along the curve of his armor.

At the same time, slowly lower your waist, twist your wrist, and throw a punch—

The entire movement was so fluid, as if it had been rehearsed hundreds of times.

The fist, protected by a fine iron arm guard, slammed into the ribcage of the jackal overseer's left armpit like a battering ram.

That is the physiological weakness of all gnolls, where the bones are thinnest and the heart is closest to the inside.

The location was marked in detail with a full-page illustration in "Varo's Monster Guide".

Although he always liked to exaggerate, it must be admitted that he did have some real talent and ability.

Click!

The sound of bones cracking was so clear it made your teeth ache.

The gnoll warlord's charge came to an abrupt halt. His entire body bent as if struck by a giant hammer, his left ribs visibly caved in, and broken bone fragments pierced his skin, drawing out gushing blood.

"Ugh—"

A piercing, distorted wail exploded from the depths of its throat, but the pain did not make it retreat; instead, it completely ignited the mark of the abyss.

The blessing of Yenogu!

The bone at the scapula instantly tore through the flesh, turning into two curved, barbed bone blades.

The jackal overseer opened his blood-red maw, saliva dripping from his sharp fangs, and lunged to bite Richard's face!

Richard's expression remained unchanged.

Just before the massive, fang-filled maw was about to close, his left hand shot out like lightning, precisely seizing and grabbing the jackal overseer by the throat.

The moment the five fingers clenched, one could clearly feel the groaning of the subcutaneous throat bone under pressure.

Richard's muscles beneath his chainmail tensed suddenly, and with a burst of strength in his arm, he swung the jackal overseer's bulky body up with one hand and slammed it hard into the ground.

boom!

The sandy ground was smashed into a shallow, human-shaped crater, and one of the bone blades on the gnoll overseer's back broke off during the impact, sending bone fragments and gravel flying.

It still tried to struggle, its limbs flailing wildly, and newly formed bone spurs from the broken bones attempted to pierce Richard's arm.

But the iron fist has arrived.

Richard pressed one knee against its chest, his left hand still tightly gripping its throat, while his right fist, like a meteor, slammed down at a terrifyingly stable frequency.

The powerful punches, carrying a strong force, rained down like a sudden downpour, slamming heavily onto the jackal overseer.

Each punch was accompanied by the muffled thud of shattering bones and the echoes of agonizing screams, reverberating continuously through the valley.

"Roar—"

The gnoll overseer's howls went from piercing to faint, from struggling to convulsing.

It tried to pounce on Richard's arm with its still-movable left claw, but the claw tip drooped limply half an inch from the chainmail.

The echoes of this one-sided crushing force reverberated between the rock walls.

In the distance, the adventure team witnessed this scene through the gradually dissipating paralyzing poisonous fog.

A complex light, a mixture of shock and disbelief, shone in the eyes of the paladin Kro.

The drow mage Avir's lips moved silently. Thinking about how he had recently provoked such a monster, he couldn't help but feel a little scared.

Richard clearly held back during that duel; if I were facing such an attack, how many punches could I withstand?

The answer is probably not optimistic.

at last

As Richard's final punch landed, it struck the gnoll overseer's already completely deformed head.

The sticky sensation of the shattered skull traveled through the boxing gloves.

The mangled body twitched one last time before going completely limp.

The brownish-yellow beast eyes gradually blurred, and the mad red light belonging to Yenogu deep in the pupils slowly dimmed like extinguished embers.

Richard maintained his posture and waited quietly for three more breaths.

Only after confirming that the Yenogu's fangs had completely stopped breathing did he slowly release his left hand and stand up.

[Defeat Yenogu Fang, experience points +200]

[Physical Redemption, the entry has exceeded the threshold and entered the second stage]

[Activate Affix Looting: Randomly extract exclusive affixes from elite monsters by defeating them!]

A panel lit up on the body of the dead gnoll overseer.

[Entry: Bloodlust Lv1 (Source: Yenogu's Venomous Fang)]

[Quality: Excellent]

[Effect: Enters a Bloodrage state after being injured, reducing pain perception by 70%, and unarmed attacks inflict additional blunt damage; Side effects: Sanity decreases by 20%, and the user enters a brief weakened state after leaving combat.]

Richard's chest rose and fell slightly beneath his chainmail, but his breathing remained steady.

He glanced down at his priest's robes, now reduced to tattered strips, his iron chainmail slashed with claw marks, and his gauntlets stained with a mixture of black and red blood and bits of flesh.

He tore off a piece of the tattered robe, crumpled it up, wiped his face, and roughly cleaned away the splattered blood, leaving a few faint bloodstains on his skin.

This gave his gentle and calm face a certain savage and murderous aura.

"Is everything alright?"

Richard turned to look at everyone, his voice steady and calm, as if the battle just now was merely a brief morning workout.

Thanks to the paladin's excellent physical resistance, the effects of the paralyzing toxin slowly subsided, but his limbs remained weak and sore.

The shirt under the silver armor was soaked with cold sweat, and the golden hair on his forehead clung wetly to his skin.

His gaze toward Richard was somewhat complicated.

The man before him once again redefined his understanding of the priesthood profession.

"Thanks to Your Excellency Richard's intervention, we are unharmed."

Avel pulled a bottle of recovery potion from the medicine pouch at his waist and drank it down, making his purplish skin appear somewhat pale.

The thief Maurice had been dealing with poisons for years, and the paralyzing effect of the Nightmare Gift potion wore off on him much faster.

"What's wrong with these ugly, thirsty beasts?"

"Where did the Nightmare Gift potion come from? Isn't it a product of the Underdark?"

Richard remained silent for a moment.

He walked to the body of a gnoll and gently pried open the shattered chest cavity.

The dark red heart had stopped beating, but the surface of the ventricles was covered with tiny purple nodules, like some kind of parasite.

Richard crouched down, took the dagger from the thief, and carefully used the tip to pry open a tumor.

laugh!

Purple mist gushed out, and although it was quickly diluted by the morning breeze, the sweet, fishy smell was exactly the same as the paralyzing poisonous mist from before.

"These tumors are like miniature petri dishes."

Richard stood up, wiped the dagger clean on the sand, and handed it back to the thief.

"They parasitize the hearts of gnolls, and when the host dies or is severely injured, the tumor ruptures, releasing a toxic mist."

Upon hearing this, Kro gasped in shock.

"So, these gnolls were turned into living poison gas bombs?"

"It's worse than that!"

As the most intelligent mage, Avir realized the seriousness of the situation.

"They are designed as living weapons. If used on a large scale on the battlefield, their deaths as vanguard troops will release a poisonous mist that paralyzes all enemies within the area, especially against unprotected ordinary soldiers or adventurers."

"only……"

"These despicable beasts clearly lack the intelligence for this; someone is plotting this behind the scenes!"

Richard listened silently to the three men's analysis, his brow furrowing even more deeply.

He stared at the gnoll corpses scattered all over the ground.

"These beasts did not wander here by chance."

"The person behind this is clearly trying to turn Blackrock Town into an isolated city!"