What is an offensive priest?

Chapter 25 Barto Hell, Chain Demon!

Facing a giant bear more than twice his height, Richard did not retreat an inch.

"Go wait for me over there."

He waved to Avel, his gaze fixed on the giant bear before him.

Richard's voice was calm to the point of being indifferent, as if the monster in front of him, capable of tearing an ogre apart, was nothing more than a wild dog that only needed to be driven away.

Avel bit his lip and retreated into the shade of an old oak tree.

But she always held the staff tightly in her hand, her magic ready to be unleashed, prepared to intervene at any moment, even if Richard never needed to.

Roar--!

A deafening roar ripped through the woodland's silence, and putrid saliva dripped from between its fangs.

The next second, this behemoth, like a runaway battering ram, pawed at the ground with its four claws, bringing with it a stench of blood and gravel, and charged fiercely toward Richard.

"Guiding Bolt!"

Richard raised his right hand, palm facing the charging bear, and uttered a simple incantation.

A blazing white energy arrow, as bright as the sun, shot out from his palm, leaving a blinding trail of light in the air, and struck the giant bear precisely in the center of its chest.

First-level spell, Tracer Bullet.

boom--

With a muffled thud of energy exploding, the giant bear's charge faltered slightly.

But nothing more.

The energy arrow exploded into a charred mark on its thick, armor-like fur, the burnt hair emitting a pungent, acrid smell, yet it failed to completely penetrate its skin.

"He's definitely more troublesome than the goblin bear!"

Richard's eyes narrowed slightly.

That attack was not only a test, but also to confirm the giant bear's resistance. An ordinary beast would be blasted with a bloody hole if it were hit by that tracer bullet.

But this monster...

Roar--

Enraged by Richard's attack, the giant bear lunged forward, its sharp claws grazing Richard's chainmail before its heavy paws slammed into the ground.

boom!

The stone-paved ground shattered instantly!

Spiderweb-like cracks spread outwards, and pebbles flew like raindrops. A pebble grazed Richard's cheek, leaving a shallow bloodstain.

But the bear's counterattack has only just begun.

The moment it landed, without even adjusting its posture, its fan-like right palm swept out again.

Five scimitar-like bone blades tore through the air, aiming straight for Richard's neck.

too fast!

The speed of this palm strike far exceeded that of ordinary wild beasts; clearly, the giant bear transformed by the druid in Wild Form had all its stats enhanced.

Richard leaned back hastily, the tip of his claws grazing his Adam's apple and scraping a string of ear-piercing sparks from the fine iron neck guard.

But the crisis is not over yet.

The giant bear had already raised its left paw, ready to deliver a second blow. Once surrounded by these two bear paws, even those wearing chainmail would be crushed into a pancake!

At the critical moment.

Richard unleashed a special divine spell from the realm of light to protect against the flashes of light.

hum-

A blindingly bright white beam of light suddenly flashed in Richard's hand.

The blinding light not only caused the giant bear to lose its sight, but even the distant Grand Druid Mok turned his head and raised his arm to shield his eyes from the scorching white light.

As the giant bear shook its head and its eyes gradually returned to normal, Richard was already standing in front of it.

His fist was raised to his waist, and the tip of his fist shimmered with a holy light similar to that of the Holy Slash.

The Holy Iron Fist!

A powerful, heavy iron fist suddenly rose up and slammed down on its chin, the sound like a heavy hammer hitting an anvil, dull and deafening.

Boom-!

The giant bear's massive body swayed and staggered from the punch.

It didn't even get a chance to scream because its jaw was struck hard, its fangs pierced its tongue, and blood kept gushing from the corner of its mouth.

A sharp pain, accompanied by dizziness, swept through his mind, and the lush green woodland in front of him kept spinning.

But Richard's offensive was not over. He stepped forward, his hands reaching out like iron clamps, and tightly gripped the bear's thick neck.

"drink--"

Richard roared, his muscles bulging, and his strong body beneath the chainmail unleashed a terrifying power far exceeding his size.

He used his waist and abdomen strength and pushed off the ground with both feet, and actually lifted the giant bear weighing more than 800 pounds!

Then, it slammed hard into the ground!

boom--

The violent impact caused the entire forest to tremble!

The fallen leaves on the ground were swept up by the gust of air and swirled in the air.

Avel, standing under the iron oak tree in the distance, felt a tremor beneath his feet, as if the oak's roots were groaning.

To the near-dumbfounded shock of Archdruid Mok, a priest clad in chainmail rode atop the giant bear that the druid had transformed into.

He pounded down with all his might, one punch after another.

Richard brandished his gleaming iron fist, his expression devout and focused, like a believer performing a sacred prayer.

Every punch he throws is a unique act of preaching and redemption for him.

Until Zamun could no longer maintain his wild form, he reverted from the dying giant bear to a mere three-foot-tall half-human.

Won!

Although he knew Richard's strength, Avel couldn't help but stare blankly every time he saw Richard's fierce fighting scenes.

Richard slowly stood up.

He wasn't breathing heavily, nor did he wipe the bloodstains splattered on his face.

His gaze swept past the limp half-man on the ground and pointed directly at the Archdruid Mok.

"Next, it's your turn. Call on those devils hiding in the shadows again!"

The sound wasn't loud, but it was like an iron nail wedged into a wooden board.

devil!?

These two words resounded like thunder in the silent forest.

Avel's eyes widened suddenly, and his crimson pupils contracted abruptly.

She almost instinctively raised her staff, instantly becoming alert.

Seeing that Archdruid Mok did not respond, Richard continued in an almost certain tone.

"Come out! The stench of sulfur you all reek of is suffocating me!"

As a priest with exceptional perception, he had been keeping a close watch on the rabbit ever since he heard its warning.

Until the battle with the giant bear just now.

He deliberately used the protective flash of the Light Realm, and those hidden demons, affected by the fluctuations of the holy aura, were instantly and keenly detected by him.

Sulfur, rust, and the scent of corrupted souls—that's the unique smell of Bato Hell!

As Richard finished speaking.

At the edge of the woods, a ball of hellfire appeared out of nowhere.

puff--

The flames emitted a fiery orange-red glow, and at their center, like a projection, lay a hellish, otherworldly scene.

That was a projection of Avernus, the first level of the Nine Hells.

The burning wasteland stretched as far as the eye could see, thick sulfurous smoke obscured the sky, and countless fallen souls wailed in the flames.

Several crimson demonic figures appeared, each exuding a nauseating aura of blasphemy.

The leader of the demons was covered in rusty iron chains that seemed to have grown out of its body and become one with its flesh and blood, with dried bloodstains hanging on each link.

It has no head, or rather, its head is a tangled ball of iron chains with crimson eyes embedded in the center.

"really."

Richard's voice contained no surprise.

He looked at Mok, and at the druids who were slowly emerging from behind the trees.

"I've always felt that the lush green woodland is a bit strange."

"So it turns out the Shadow Druids have teamed up with the demons to usurp the throne!"