Chapter 752: Battle of Slaying Saints! (Asking for Monthly Tickets)

"Ninth tier? Eighth tier?" Ness, the Lord of Energy, looked at the two warriors charging at the very front with shields raised, unable to help but reveal a hint of contempt.

Such strength might be considered very high in the eyes of ordinary people, but for an existence like him, even an ordinary Saint-tier was beneath his notice, let alone the eighth or ninth tier.

The council chamber of the Summit of Nations also grew clamorous; they could not imagine at all that a few eighth and ninth-tier individuals would actually dare to charge here.

In the next instant, the dwarf Ralph and another dwarf warrior were seen holding their giant shields high, their double-bladed axes slicing fiercely toward the opponent's waist along the flanks of the shields.

But before the axe blades could slash into his body, a terrifying torrent of energy swept out like a tempest!

This energy was immensely vast and filled with a violent aura; the surrounding warriors only had time to block slightly before being blasted away on the spot.

The giant shields glowed faintly with the light of a magical shield, and as the surging energy passed through them, it was immediately reduced by quite a bit.

Meanwhile, the crowd of ranged attackers behind them naturally remained entirely unaffected.

At the same exact time, several rays of holy light fell upon them, and the defensive warriors who had just been on the verge of death instantly regained their vigor and charged forward once more.

Following closely, another shield of light settled over their heads and subsequently spread across their entire bodies.

The priests' Power Word: Shield provided them with a more powerful guarantee of life, and at this moment, a crisp gunshot rang out.

Elder Sock leveled the magical musket in his hands, and the bullet imbued with magical light exploded instantly upon the body of Ness, the Lord of Energy.

A faint barrier of light blocked all damage brought by the explosion, and just as he sneered and prepared to counterattack, ice, raging flames, lightning from the front, arrows, and all kinds of magical light poured down from the sky like an overwhelming deluge.

He wanted to pull back and leave, but found that these shield-bearing warriors were subtly blocking his path of advance and retreat.

It was not just ordinary precaution; even their positioning was precise to the absolute extreme, so much so that Ness could feel that no matter from which point he departed, he would inevitably suffer the most efficient obstruction and a tempestuous assault.

Because in the past, everything they had dealt with in the dungeons were enemies of truly immense power and extremely high intelligence, including existences like the Archlich Kel'Thuzad and the Old God C'Thun.

Therefore, the process of the entire dungeon was not as simple as becoming familiar with the mechanics and then finding the corresponding way to deal with it according to the boss's patterns.

If it were the original version that relied on mastering the boss's skill mechanics to achieve a kill, for these high-tier warriors and mages, their reactions and intellects were such that even if they hadn't fought before, a little familiarity and their own natural reactions would allow them to pass perfectly.

But if they were directly facing a true Old God possessed of higher intelligence...

Although these dwarves had only reached the second phase of C'Thun and had not yet fully cleared it, merely achieving this much required every single aspect, from equipment to technique, and even the detailed positioning, to be absolutely perfect.

Otherwise, the touch-and-die Eye Beam of the first phase would have been enough to wipe them out for a whole year.

If it could be said that when they first began exploring the Scarlet Monastery with Boss Fang they were just a bunch of reckless brutes who only knew how to raise their shields and mindlessly take damage, then now, they were top-tier experts who achieved near perfection in every single detail!

At this moment, even Ness, the Lord of Energy, felt an illusion that he was facing not a few warriors, but a wall, a prison, surrounded on all four sides by impregnable walls of bronze and iron!

"You court death!" Surging energy gathered once again, and this time, it converged entirely over the heads of the mages and priests in the backline.

That force, immense enough to make one's heart palpitate, was absolutely not something mortals could withstand; if it truly gathered, perhaps anyone who touched it would be turned to ashes.

Indeed, as the strongest spellcaster among the Saint-tier, he could turn land thousands of miles away into scorched earth without moving a single step.

And his attainment in spells was clearly stronger than that of the Demon Spirit Thrall; as he cast his spell, the violent energy of heaven and earth did not just gather over the mages and priests, but also transformed into a destructive hurricane energy shield around his body.

Within this shield formed by such terrifyingly vast energy, let alone a Spell Counter, no spell could possibly break through this barrier to attack him.

"Burst, full burst!" The commander at this moment was the Grand Elder of the Elven race; as a Saint-tier powerhouse, though his strength was still inferior to the opponent, that extremely sharp judgment was absolutely incomparable to ordinary Saint-tiers.

And the execution capability of these eighth and ninth-tier existences was by no means something ordinary people could match.

Whether black or white, red or blue, countless lights crashed down like a meteor shower; dozens or even hundreds of mages of at least the eighth tier or above attacked together, the horrifying magical light capable of annihilating almost anything before their eyes.

Not to mention that this was also interspersed with the attacks of a Saint-tier powerhouse like Grand Elder Hilu.

Ness's casting speed was extremely fast, but what was even faster was the explosive instant-cast magic of the Elven Grand Elder Hilu and all the mages!

That condensed shield was actually broken open within an extremely short duration, and immediately following...

"Shield Slam!"

"Counterspell!"

"Shadowfury!"

"Hammer of Justice!"

Ness's face turned slightly pale, and that terrifying power in the sky also slowly dissipated as if it had lost its source of energy!

The spellcasting had actually failed!

Immediately afterward, countless spells poured frantically toward him like a machine gun.

After releasing the final Holy Hymn, Uther faded away like the scattered golden radiance.

The characters Boss Fang manifested by relying on the Carrier Stone had a time limit, and it had clearly expired by now.

If Uther were still present, Ness would absolutely not dare to be careless, but now: "The 'mages' in the rear can heal wounds while calmly casting all kinds of spells...!"

"As long as I exterminate these mages who can heal your wounds and shrink back to attack from a distance, I'll see what you have left to resist me!" With a tear of his hands, a pitch-black rift actually appeared out of nowhere in the space before him, and he plunged straight into it. When he reappeared in the next instant, he was directly in the midst of the priests and druids of the backline.

Seeing this scene, even the various races far away at the Summit of Nations could not help but cry out in alarm; it was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, thunder and fire rising upon his hands as he immediately clawed directly toward a mage who looked extremely young.

This thrilling scene brought almost everyone's heart to their throats!

The speed was so fast that people could barely react.

Everyone had already seen earlier that he could tear space with a single claw; if struck by this claw, one could know the outcome without even thinking.

Swish!

A flash of white light.

Blink!

As if practiced countless times, the mage Merlin appeared dozens of meters away in almost the blink of an eye, the staff in his hand tapping gently as a massive fireball instantly blasted toward him like a cannonball.

Even though Ness did not understand at all how the opponent had dodged, his second claw plunged without the slightest pause toward the priestess Tix next to him.

This was his true target!

But at almost the exact same time, two glows were seen falling upon her body.

Hand of Protection!

Power Word: Shield!

Crack!

Where his palm swept past, a shocking pitch-black rift immediately manifested, but in the next instant, he actually discovered to his horror that this claw had completely failed to break through that thin layer of shield (Hand of Protection completely immunizes physical damage; an attack primarily based on physical force could certainly not be broken by at least a Saint-tier or below).

Faced with these attacks that would make ordinary eighth and ninth-tier experts lose their courage, they instead seemed long accustomed to them, responding with calm composure!

At this moment, the Death Lord sitting high above at the Summit of Nations finally realized a horrifying fact—these people, these eighth and ninth-tier individuals who were like cannon fodder in the eyes of their Saint-tier, had not come blindly to throw away their lives at all; from the very beginning, they had come with the purpose of slaughtering a Saint!