Chapter 39: Trapped in the Predicament 2

“The executioners of the Inquisition, huh? Heh heh... today will be the day you die.”

Seeing Luan step forward, the people on the opposite shore still made no move. However, the hostility and murderous intent in their voices were unmistakable.

“Hmph. You hidden rats who don’t even dare show your faces... Radiant Holy Light!”

Luan immediately retaliated without showing the slightest weakness.

But what no one expected was that halfway through his sentence, Luan suddenly shouted, and an intense beam of dazzling white light burst out from in front of him.

“My god...”

Kent kept his eyes closed for a long time before finally opening them again. He discovered that the eyes of everyone around him had been temporarily blinded by the intense flash.

He could not help but feel surprised.

It seemed that the combat methods of the Church of Light were actually quite effective.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

Kent heard a series of heavy impacts.

Only then did he realize that Luan and Kote had already charged forward.

Kote was using his Dragon Lance to hold back two warriors. The battle energy surrounding both of these warriors was also golden, but unfortunately, they did not dare to clash directly against the Dragon Lance with their weapons.

After all, the endurance and combat ability of a Holy Paladin were extremely formidable.

Luan had not even summoned his mount, yet he was already able to suppress his opponents.

Meanwhile, Kote and his magical companion Ulysses were dealing with the three mages.

However, these three mages clearly possessed extremely rich combat experience. They had activated their defensive shields long ago and were constantly covering one another.

Among them, one was an earth-element mage, while the other two were fire-element mages.

“Ha!”

Luan suddenly shook both arms.

The seven-meter-long Dragon Lance swept across the battlefield, and a brilliant white light emerged from the tip of the spear.

The remaining two swordsmen cooperated with each other, protecting one another.

As Luan’s Dragon Lance swept toward the right side, the swordsman on the left suddenly rushed forward, attempting to distract and restrain Luan.

But this time, Luan did not turn around to deal with the swordsman attacking from the left.

Instead, he abruptly thrust the Dragon Lance backward.

The massive lance moved with astonishing speed, shooting toward the left swordsman like lightning.

The swordsman clearly had not expected Luan to possess such a precise and unexpected technique.

His expression changed dramatically. A sharp glint flashed through his eyes, and the great sword in his hands suddenly erupted with orange flames.

The Dragon Lance wrapped in white light and the great sword covered in flames collided violently.

From a distance, it looked as if two shooting stars had crashed into each other.

“Ah!”

“Boom!”

The swordsman struck by Luan’s Dragon Lance flew backward like a person hit by a speeding train.

His body slammed heavily into the ground, creating a tremendous impact. Dust immediately rose into the air.

“Bastard!”

Seeing his companion knocked away by Luan, the other swordsman let out an angry roar.

A thick black flame suddenly erupted from his great sword, and he charged directly toward Luan.

This was clear evidence that he belonged to the Dark Church.

“Heh, so you rats from the Dark Church finally stopped hiding?”

Luan looked at the swordsman in front of him and laughed mockingly.

Then he swung his Dragon Lance and engaged him in battle once again.

The move he had used earlier was only a feint. It was impossible for him to use the same trick again now that the opponent was prepared.

“Quick! Quickly force these mercenaries below deck! Start moving the ship!”

Kent had been watching the battle with great interest. He was still wondering why the other three mages had not summoned their magical companions.

But the moment he saw the appearance of dark-element battle energy, everything suddenly became clear.

So these people were actually from the Dark Empire.

If that was the case, then there was definitely another ambush waiting on the territory of the Dark Empire.

Thinking of this, Kent immediately shouted:

“This is a conspiracy of the Dark Empire! They must have another plan waiting!”

Kweilin was also completely stunned.

After hearing Kent’s warning, he immediately waved his hand toward his guard. The guard then gave orders to the mercenaries around them, and those people quickly moved to carry out their tasks.

At this moment, Kweilin’s position was the safest place on the entire ship.

Not only did he have a White-Robed Priest protecting him, but there was also a ninth-level Golden Swordsman beside him. Behind them stood more than a dozen guards disguised as mercenaries. In addition, there were Kent, Olis, and Dalithis, as well as many knights and priests from the Church of Light.

However, during the sudden attack just now, two knights of the Church of Light had been completely pierced through by crossbow bolts and died instantly.

Two knights had been lost.

Among the priests, one had been struck by flying pieces of shattered wood. Fortunately, after receiving treatment, the wound had healed. However, his face was still pale, and his legs were trembling.

Clearly, he had never experienced a real battle before.

“Luan! I’ll never forgive you!”

The swordsman who had been knocked away by Luan suddenly leapt into the air. Roaring furiously, he charged toward Luan once again.

This time, Luan was forced into a disadvantage as he was being suppressed by two opponents.

Furthermore, the cooperation between these two swordsmen was becoming increasingly refined. Their coordination grew smoother with every exchange.

However, the combat ability, recovery ability, and endurance of a Holy Paladin were among the strongest on the entire continent.

Although Luan was at a disadvantage, he was still able to find opportunities to counterattack from time to time.

Moreover, his Dragon Lance had a significant advantage in reach compared with the great swords of his opponents.

Meanwhile, Kote and his magical companion were having a much easier time.

The main reason was the Wind Serpent Ulysses.

This creature was not only incredibly fast, but its defensive ability and endurance were also exceptional. It was already a flying magical beast, and on top of that, it possessed wind-element abilities.

The three mages were completely restrained.

Whenever one of them attempted to assist the two swordsmen, the Wind Serpent would instantly rush forward and interrupt them.

After forcing the mage back, Ulysses would once again disappear into the air, moving unpredictably while Kote continued to hold all three mages in place.

The three mages were so frustrated that they nearly vomited blood.

They could clearly see the Wind Serpent right in front of them, but the moment they finished preparing their spells, the creature would vanish again.

As for Kote, his dark-colored leather armor looked ordinary, almost black.

Yet when sixth-level magic struck him, it was as if nothing had happened. His armor remained exactly the same.

Kote’s weapon was also unusual.

He wielded two great swords, one in each hand.

A golden glow radiated from the blades, carrying an extremely sharp aura.

Kote was a rare metal-element warrior.

Even his entire body had taken on a faint golden color.

The powerful fighters above continued their fierce battle without pause.

Below, the exchange of crossbow bolts continued endlessly as both sides fired at each other.

Meanwhile, the ship slowly moved closer toward the territory of the Alliance Empire.

Although the side belonging to the Dark Empire seemed safer at first glance, that shore was actually filled entirely with enemies.

The fact that the attackers had deployed five high-level professionals on this side clearly showed their intention.

They wanted to force the ship toward the Dark Empire.

As the ship approached, the catapults and giant crossbows on the opposite shore became even more frantic.

Huge stones were continuously thrown toward the ship.

Fortunately, the magical barrier was still protecting them.

However, the rear section of the ship had already caught fire.

The entire vessel dragged behind it a thick trail of black smoke as it slowly moved toward the shore.

The ship had already begun to tilt.

At this moment, it was still halfway from the shore.

Fortunately, there was a sixth-level wind-element mage inside the cabin who continuously cast the sixth-level spell Hurricane to blow the smoke outward.

But because of this strong airflow, the flames spread even faster.

The people on the shore finally realized that they had made a foolish mistake.

If they had aimed at the rear section of the ship from the beginning, where there was no magical barrier protection, the ship would have already sunk.

“Die, you pieces of trash! How dare you cause trouble for your grandfather!”

“You damn Saurians! If I don’t beat you until your asses are broken, then I’m not Richard!"

As the ship continued to approach the shore, the first ones to rush onto land were the warriors around the sixth level and the wind-element mages.

There were more than two hundred mercenaries aboard the ship. Anyone who dared to venture into the Magical Beast Forest for adventure could not possibly be weak.

More than twenty people were the first to leap onto the shore.

As the distance between the ship and the riverbank continued to shrink, more and more people jumped down and charged onto land.

For the warriors, this was not a problem at all. With a single leap, they could easily reach the shore.

However, the mages were the ones who suffered.

“Everyone, get off! We can’t hold on any longer!”

Following a loud shout, the people rowing beneath the cabin finally abandoned the ship and jumped out.

At this moment, the ship was only ten meters away from the shore.

The water here was already very shallow, and the ship could no longer move forward.

Seeing this, the lower-level warriors on board each carried a mage and waded through the water toward the shore.

Among Kent’s group, there were more warriors than anyone else, so Kent himself was carried across by a fifth-level warrior.

Olis and Dalithis were also safely brought over.

Kweilin’s swordsmen made several trips back and forth, and in the end, they even carried down the ship’s cooks.

“Kent, look!”

Kweilin suddenly pointed at the ship and let out a shocked cry.

At this moment, only some low-level mercenaries and members of the Church of Light remained on the ship.

Meanwhile, the battle on the shore was already almost over.

The enemy only had a few dozen people left, while their side had sent more than a hundred people ashore.

Although the enemy possessed more mid-level warriors, even the strongest fighters could not withstand being surrounded by overwhelming numbers.

The strongest opponent among them had already been killed by one of Kweilin’s other guards after only a few exchanges.

Kent had actually been wondering why those people had not summoned their magical companions to fight.

After all, with their strength, summoning magical beasts should have been the obvious choice.

But then Kweilin’s sudden shout startled him.

Kent turned his head to look.

The scene before him left him completely speechless.

All he could do was smile bitterly.