Chapter 1001 - Rain of Rotting Blood
Chapter 1001 Rain of Rotting Blood
The witches had come!
The witches were definitely behind all this trouble. Otherwise, given the swamp creatures’ abilities, they should never have been able to inflict even the slightest of casualties to the holy knights.
The seven Gold Knights leading the army instantly understood what was happening. They took out their longswords and started casting large area-of-effect blessings. Several beams of majestic and holy light shone from the front of the formation to the very tail. Every single person’s body shimmered with a blinding and radiant light from within to without.
All the swamp creatures were dark-attribute magical creatures. The dark energies within their bodies started boiling like acid when they entered the radius of the holy light, burning them and causing them to squeal in pain.
The weakest of the monsters started to stumble when illuminated by the white light. Their entire bodies started rapidly melting as if they had been thrown into a pot of acid.
Their evil souls that had now lost the protection of their sullied bodies were reduced to ashes by the pale white flames!
For a moment, the advance of the swamp creatures had been halted.
In all honesty, the construction of the Bloody Altar and the various mysterious arrays they had set up throughout the swamps were all due to the resources and materials that Greem had provided. Without these resources, the witches were like skillful chefs without ingredients to work with. Even with all the magical knowledge and schemes in their brains, they would not have been able to make up for the massive difference in numbers between them and the holy knights.
However, with these additional little ‘tricks,’ the witches could quickly wear away at the knights’ power, bit by bit. Once the enemy was exhausted and mentally worn out, it would be their time to strike.
The witches would not have been afraid of the holy knights before they lost their witch’s tower, regardless of how numerous the knights might have been.
However, in their current situation, they could only rely on these tricks to balance the massive power and number disparity between them!
As Third Grade witches that had lived for four to five hundred years, Tess and Italil had plenty of other tricks up their sleeves. Under their coordinated command, sinister spells and terrifying traps started to activate one after the other, causing the holy knights to suffer tremendous casualties and untold pain.
As the main combatant for the battle to come, Greem naturally would not be participating in these harassment tactics. Instead, he silently nursed his mind and thought about all the things he would need to focus on in the final battle.
The reason he had so passionately encouraged the witches to engage the holy knights in one final battle was to make sure to make a proper killing before he left. It would be difficult to return to Henvic to collect some holy light souls once he left.
Moreover, given the barbaric slaughter that was about to happen, the Henvic Plane’s faith in the holy light would be significantly impacted. The order of knights would require at least one to two hundred years of accumulation to regain their former scale and glory.
As such, knowing how rare of an opportunity this was, Greem had to try his best to maximize his rewards.
His targets this time were those high-grade holy knights.
If he could capture all the high-grade holy knights that had entered the Poison Swamps, it would be the souls of seven Gold Knights and over fifty Silver Knights. That number of souls should be enough to push his Spirit to the peak of Third Grade.
This journey to another world had allowed him to collect such an incredible amount of holy light souls, while also allowing him to ‘unexpectedly’ obtain the corpse of the rare starbeast. No matter how he looked at it, this was an amazingly bountiful yield beyond even his wildest expectations!