Chapter 118, Death of the King

Powerful elemental fluctuations appeared on the crude wooden staff in the old priest's hand.

And it gushed out with the swing of the wooden staff.

The earth was torn into hideous cracks in the violent shaking, and the stone houses collapsed in the shaking.

The knights fell into the cracks torn on the earth without distinguishing between enemies and friends.

In the screams of horror, at least half of the ratman raiding knights and most of the kingdom guards were buried underground.

The real earthquake spell was forcibly used by the old priest.

Even if he paid an unimaginable price for it.

The wooden staff turned into yellow powder and collapsed, and the turbid crystals spread and climbed on the flesh and blood, and the flesh and blood were almost completely detached.

Almost turned into a hideous skeleton rat.

But the old priest was still alive. The life essence accumulated by eating blood mushrooms for many years saved his life for a short time, exempting him from part of the cost of forcibly using the earthquake spell.

The crazy priest did not die on the spot in the backlash of the elements.

But the old priest was still dying, and the turbid crystals were still spreading on his flesh and blood.

However, such a miserable situation could not stop him from showing his wanton and sharp laughter.

He won after all!

The last obstacle was cleared, so hurry up!

At this time, he didn't even have time to pay attention to the ratmen who began to flee in panic after the killing aura ended.

Climbing down from the roof with difficulty, the turbid crystals on the old priest's body became more and more, and it seemed that he was about to turn into a crystal statue.

He didn't have much time, so he had to go faster, faster.

Staggered towards the transparent tower not far away.

Wanted to speed up.

But he couldn't do it. His legs, which were already covered with turbid crystals, could only stagger forward step by step.

The background around him was the burning flames, large pieces of ruins, and blood that kept oozing from the ground.

The hideous cracks on the ground were slowly healing and closing after the end of the divine art. The earthquake art that the old priest used forcibly was not enough to leave permanent trauma on the ground.

But this brought even more horrible secondary damage. The knights who fell into the cracks were completely buried underground as the earth healed, and they lost the possibility of climbing out.

The desperate screams were gradually blocked under the land.

A lucky guy, with difficulty, seized the opportunity to climb out of the gradually healing crack.

The helmet was gone, and the exquisite armor on his body was covered with blood. He was panting loudly.

It was the king of the wild boars.

He was very lucky to crawl out of the ground, but he was also about to die.

The armor on his chest was twisted and deformed, deeply sunk into his chest, and blood kept coming out of his mouth while he was breathing heavily.

All he saw in front of him was a mess.

Not far away, the old priest with staggering steps appeared in his eyes.

The gradually weak body and the blood that kept overflowing made the king understand something at this time, and he showed a miserable expression.

He muttered to himself.

"Am I going to die?

Is it so easy to die?

I thought I could wrestle with the gods."

Without stopping his movements, he drew his short sword from his waist, used up his last strength, and threw it fiercely.

With all his strength exhausted, the world in front of him was dark, and he fell heavily to the ground.

No sound.

This king who had a desire to surpass the gods eventually died in front of the temple of the gods. Even the last thing he did before his death was to stop a crazy ratman who coveted the temple of the gods.

Although it did not succeed.

The flying short sword hit the staggering old priest not far away.

But it was the last blow before death, and the accuracy was really not enough.

It hit the old priest's legs, and the old priest fell heavily to the ground with the sound of the crystal breaking.

The old priest's legs, which were covered with turbid crystals, were broken.

He fell to the ground at once.

Without legs, the old priest could only crawl on the ground with his hands.

He almost used up all his strength.

His eyes were fixed on the tower not far away that was shining with white light.

But his strength was gradually exhausted.

In the sound of sobbing.

He widened his eyes and stretched out his hands to grab the tower not far away.

"God! God!"

This crazy mouse was also exhausted.

But he was unwilling to give up, and he was unwilling to give up.

He didn't want to die like this.

Until a ray of golden light penetrated the white light supported by the transparent tower and fell towards him.

A little warmth followed the light and sank into the old priest's body.

A little smile appeared at the corner of his mouth and gradually expanded.

The old priest achieved his long-cherished wish. He was blessed by God, just like a white mouse! Just like a white mouse!

He was blessed like a white mouse!

That arrogant guy could no longer ignore him, because he was also blessed! I also received the blessing of God!

That arrogant guy can no longer ignore me!

"I am the one who was given by God!"

In that arrogant laughter, the rat priest lost his breath.

Died.

Even though he received Du Yuan's blessing at the last moment of his life, Du Yuan even threw away a drop of life essence as he wished.

But this still couldn't save his life.

After the violent earth element completely eroded his body, the essence of life couldn't save his life either.

In front of the heretic tower that flashed with white light.

A statue of a ratman crawling on the ground, but with his head raised high and grinning, appeared.

The wild boar warriors who arrived later could only see a mess.

The ground oozing with blood, the dead king, and a crystal statue crawling in front of the tower.

You can imagine.

Tomorrow.

When the news of the king's death spread, an unstoppable chaos was destined to spread in the wild boar kingdom.

This is such incredible news.

And the place where the wild boar king died is so sensitive.

The king died in front of the temple.

This is such an imaginative description!

It makes people want to think about it.

But who knows.

Although all this originated from the ambition of the wild boar kingdom, it came more from the crazy idea of ​​a rat priest.

What is even more unimaginable is.

This rat priest who left everything behind and followed the expedition into the lush forest, and rushed into the heart of the wild boar without hesitation.

This guy who successfully crossed most of the plains and killed the wild boar king in the wild boar capital.

This guy who did such a shocking thing, such a crazy guy.

Most likely just to prove his point.

Okay, I won’t move anymore, brothers. I finished writing two chapters today, and I feel that I am completely empty. Let me rest for a while and make up for it tomorrow.