Chapter 137: Lanchi was a mage like that, a white mage

hadow World, I got a direct Iron-tier Registered Challenger status without even taking the exam. I wonder if my proficiency as a Card Maker will allow me to start at a higher point during the assessm...Chapter 138: Lance was just such a white mage.

The battle area within the sanctuary was surrounded by a circle of stately stone pillars, each intricately carved with divine figures. Even amidst the raging inferno, the flames could not reach higher than the pillars.

Fast battles erupted suddenly throughout the cathedral, the clash of iron weapons resounding.

Between each pair of stone pillars, the wall was adorned with intricate stained glass, reflecting blurry images. A few figures, colliding head-on and chasing each other in a whirlwind dance, flickered past.

On one side of the church.

The cleric not only healed the three who were engaged in close combat with the Destruction Saintess, but also deployed a light blue shield nearby to protect them from the Destruction Saintess's ranged spells.

But under this protection, several figures in the back row could no longer retreat.

Behind them are high walls adorned with rose windows beneath the dome of the sanctuary.

"Hubert, I'll need you to keep an eye on the two from the Kreydian Empire who are asleep. And also offer me some protection while you're at it."

Lanche, while speaking, turned his body and looked directly at the Destructive Saintess, Adelaide, who was standing far away. His eyes met hers, filled with a resolute killing intent.

"You can rest assured dealing with the enemy; I'll handle everything else."

Hupperts quietly and confidently stated beside him.

Lanche nodded and then walked forward.

At this moment, the magic cards in Lance's hand each shimmered with a faint purple glow as he casually held them.

This displays a military-like act, as if it were a provocation.

Any healer with even a shred of common sense wouldn't unleash all their healing abilities at once, leaving every spell on cooldown.

Over-treatment will only waste resources.

Therefore, in the eyes of everyone, Lance meant to express that all his healing spells were purple rare quality, enough to accompany the annihilation Saintess Adelaide slowly.

A faint smile played on his lips as he looked at the Fallen Saint. His expression, a mixture of three parts regret and seven parts pity, seemed more like that of someone waiting for the Fallen Saint to break through and come before him.

"What use is your pathetic magic!"

The expression of the Destroyer Saintess gradually turned sinister, and with a sharp voice, the blazing sword in her hand danced violently, like crimson vipers hissing menacingly.

In an instant, a wildly swinging blade crashed to the ground, sending up flames that lifted the scarred executioner and paladin once more into the air before crashing them back down hard. The male guard, who had been poised to strike, was forced to protect himself and retreat.

At this moment, the oppressive feeling from the Destruction Saintess Adelaide seemed to intensify. Her killing intent made the entire cathedral feel like it was engulfed in a sea of fire, turning into desolate ash.

Just seeing Ranchi's face and his ever-present smile ignited the fury within the heart of the Ruinous Saintess!

She knew her mind was still not at ease, and the biggest reason wasn't the sword tomb of Lance itself.

...but that gray-haired, red-skirted demon standing behind Lance and singing all along!!

As long as that devil keeps singing, even the most steadfast nerves will become sensitive and irritable.

But just as she used the opening created by unleashing a powerful sixth-level spell to push back her opponents, to advance forward for a brief moment, the priest's control magic and her sister's trap once again delayed her assault.

As the Ruinous Saintess was brought within a few meters, she was once again pursued by the Executioner and Holy Knights, who pressed on despite her wounds and pain.

Under such circumstances, it's likely that the Destruction Saintess would be lured into the back row by Lance's taunts before nightfall, leading to a desperate fight between the two sides.

In the distance.

The walls of the sanctuary, which were still a dozen meters from the battlefield's center,

"Hey, don't be sarcastic!"

"Get well soon!"

The cleric and her guardian sister, both being backline classes, could all feel the terror emanating from Lance.

They had never seen a wet nurse who could stir up so much hatred.

The front tank line can't stop it!

"Don't worry, I'll start my job right away."

Ranch smiled, sensing his teammates' worry.

But this is normal, teammates who are working with him for the first time will inevitably have some nervousness.

After Lancy's words fell, he focused his attention on the fiery battlefield ahead, scattering healing magic cards from his hand one by one.

At the same time, a faint magical glow, like that which appears when someone is being healed, began to flicker around the Ruinous Saintess in the distance.

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Lance's actions left everyone present stunned for a moment.

First of all, magic isn't used like that.

Gone in an instant, just like the actors.

And when people discovered that the treatment he had given was to the Destructive Saintess, they all began to fear that Lance had chosen to betray them, throwing himself to the Resurrection Church at the most deadly moment!

That would be utter despair.

Even the Destroyer Saintess began to wonder for a moment, could it be that Lance was actually on their side

However.

It just doesn't add up — he's acting like he's performing for everyone, yet also rebelling against them. But the magic emanating from him when he casts spells is so obviously weak.

Turns out he never actually controlled his magic, he was just that weak!

This kind of treatment is practically without any recovery potential. Throwing more money at it will only amount to treating a void.

Just as everyone was about to suffer brain freeze from Lancy's operation, the body of the ruined Saint Adeline, under the cover of a surge of healing spells, not only failed to show any significant improvement, but her body stiffened instantly and began to convulse violently, as if enduring unspeakable pain.

The first male guard to react appeared like a leopard in the shadows, his dagger pointed straight at the Destroyer of Saints' back!

The Holy Maiden's battle instinct made her grit her teeth and forcefully twist out of the attack, before swinging her Blazing Sword to knock the male guard away.

Fresh blood slid down her neck, causing her pupils to tremble with disbelief and rage.

Normally, she would be able to avoid any scratches and even counterattack her opponent's strike. However, due to the excruciating pain in her body, she was unable to react normally at this time.

Even the executioners and holy knights reacted, understanding the shift in the battle and becoming invigorated. They charged at her once more!

They finally knew what kind of white mage Lanche was.

Purely a mindset of manipulation, spiritual pollution, and tormenting the opponent.

Your mom just gave birth to this thing!

But at this moment, they simply couldn't engage in a protracted battle with the Ruinous Maiden. Even with more healing, it would only be a slow death.

Instead, we need a Lance type that can accelerate the battle pace and change the situation, such as a Sword Tomb specialized support!

The Ruinous Saintess braced against the vile ambush of the executioner and paladin, her eyes locked on Lance in the distance between clashes. Her gaze burned with the intensity of a feral beast, brimming with murderous intent.

"Lanchier! Willfort!!! "

A terrifying roar echoed through the sanctuary.

At the same time, the Destroyer Saintess seemed to enter a state of rampage!

(The End)

[ ]like time had disappeared.Outside the Shadow Realm arena, midday sunlight had bathed Hexton Plaza for quite some time.> For almost two hours, Lance was still drawing.As the exam neared its end, fewer...