Nightmare Light

Chapter 27 Hammer Citizens
The moment the tattoos were released, the aura of the priests changed.

At that moment, the priests' aura became one.

The triangular formation formed a sharp arrow, and visible light was hovering above the heads of the priests. In this hazy light, the illusion of a kind goddess with three arms on her back appeared out of thin air.

The moment "He" appeared, the evil and oppressive atmosphere at the scene was swept away, and the blood monsters were instantly suppressed, roaring in the air and gradually disintegrating.

Although the blood clot that fell to the ground was still wriggling, this time it was just a simple twitch and there was no sign of reaggregation.

Four of the sheriffs fell forever, and the rest were injured. Those who survived were still in shock, but also felt grateful for having survived.

A sheriff complained unhappily, "What a charlatan...if they had used this trick earlier, we wouldn't have lost so many of our brothers."

"That's the ultimate blessing, granted at the cost of the priests' lives. It's only used when desperate." The Death Priest snorted. "These priests are incredibly powerful, so you can't see it. If it were any ordinary priest, they'd all be transformed into sixty or seventy-year-olds after this spell."

The priests did not hear the discussion behind them. In the short minute when the Mother came to bless them, they used Sen as their spearhead, smashed through the tide of blood monsters, and rushed into the washroom.

The next second, the scene in the bathroom made the brains of these brave sheriffs shrink severely.

They saw a blood giant that looked pretty much the same as they had imagined, hideous and ferocious, with his head almost touching the ceiling and his body covered in cysts and rotten flesh.

Keratinous corpses kept growing out of the giant's body, and then fell to the ground and turned into a bloody monster, waving its three arms around and roaring angrily.

What made the giant react like this was his opponent.

He was a tall and strong young northerner with messy hair like a lion, blood-stained body and tattered clothes. He looked very miserable.

But at this moment, this embarrassed northerner was holding a very strange-looking "war hammer" in his hand and was beating the blood giant.

The war hammer looked like a large mass of machinery and metal that was forcibly squeezed and kneaded together, and a steel pipe was roughly inserted into it, turning it into a weapon of huge size and astonishing weight.

The war hammer looked to weigh at least a hundred pounds, but the young man held it in his hand and smashed it on the blood giant again and again.

A pitch-black, dimly lit underground water room, a hideous and eerie blood giant, a strange and bizarre formation on the ground, endless threads of blood in the air, and blood monsters rising one by one from the ground...

These crazy mixed things were forcibly intertwined together, and in front of the priests, they became a grotesque yet sacred work of art... like a religious mural.

And at the very center of this artwork, the young Northman, his hair dancing like a lion, wields a giant metal hammer, a divine light shimmering on the hammer (Note 1), and brings down a blow of punishment on the evil in the world...

The priests and sheriffs present, including Momoko Moriwada, were all in a state of confusion.
This...what's going on?
After struggling for so long, they finally reached the blood monster, but this blood monster was being beaten by an ordinary citizen!
It's like you've worked hard for half a year and finally reached the maximum level. You finally formed a team, made it into the most difficult dungeon, and attacked the strongest BOSS, only to find that the BOSS was being beaten by someone.

The one who beat up the BOSS was a level 1 novice, the kind that had not changed jobs. He held a "novice stone" in his hand and jumped up again and again to hit the BOSS's head.

This is not the most outrageous thing. The outrageous thing is that the BOSS can't even withstand the beating of this level 1 player!

The Blood Giant is in this style of painting.

The attacks of the Northmen seemed to be able to restrain the blood giant. Every time the hammer fell, a large amount of blood would splash on the blood giant's body.

Everyone was stunned, and no one could understand why this happened.

A young sheriff slapped his thigh and said, "I understand. The Blood Cultists used the blood of people from Central China to summon this monster, so people from the North are naturally able to restrain it!"

"Are you stupid?" Tian Taozi glared at her colleague, then turned around and shouted, "Lin Wang! Let us help you cut him down!"

Before she could continue speaking, the priests had already started to act - the priests moved in unison, crossing their hands in front of their chests, then turning their palms outwards and slowly pushing them out.

Following this movement, the goddess phantom in midair performed an identical motion. She placed her hands across her chest in a loving embrace, then slowly extended them. Following this movement, a dazzling stream of light flowed towards the blood giant like water.

"Northerners! Retreat!" Sen shouted.

Before she could shout, Lin Wang was already backing away.

He casually threw away the "war hammer" that had long been loose and damaged, smashing it on the ground with a loud bang, and then quickly retreated seven or eight meters, out of the giant's attack range.

The blood giant took a step forward, wanting to chase and kill Lin Wang, but the divine arts of the priests behind him had already arrived.

A large stream of light, carrying warmth, love, yet full of destructive meaning, enveloped the blood giant.

Sen breathed a sigh of relief.

She and the priests behind her were confident in their own divine arts.

Over the years, this magic has been ineffective. Whether it is evil cult thugs or monsters in the fog, they are all reduced to ashes under the mother's loving light.

They even used this magic to defeat a super powerful monster that had reached the "Master" level.

Now, no matter how powerful, divine, weird or bizarre this thing is that is only three meters tall, how strong can it be?
Although the process was a bit anticlimactic, it was resolved at least... Although several sheriffs were sacrificed, the northerner managed to survive... The glory of the mother still shines on the earth...

Sen raised his hand gently: "Remove the magic."

Upon hearing this, the priests lifted their divine gestures and everyone looked at each other. In this short minute or two, most people looked a little older.

One of the male priests, who was less powerful, looked to be in his thirties before using the magic. After the magic ended, his temples were already gray and he looked to be in his early fifties.

Only the saint's appearance remained unchanged.

Sen saw the changes in his companions' appearances and sighed softly, "Clean up the battlefield."

The priests began to act in silence. They were all powerful priests with strong minds, not caring about life or death, and were well prepared for such a situation.

Moreover, not far away, the sheriffs suffered even greater losses.

Sen composed himself and walked towards the direction where the blood giant fell and where Lin Wang was.

After running two or three steps, she suddenly felt a gust of wind beside her, and a slender figure brushed past her: "Lin Wang!"

The sheriff girl spoke faster than a machine gun, saying a series of babble, but her speech was so fast that no one could hear clearly. The only thing heard was, "It's great that you're not dead."

Her face was full of bright smiles, but as she ran, the corners of her mouth slowly twisted and tears appeared in her eyes.

"You...I, I just...w"

She suddenly stopped, turned her head and wiped the corner of her eyes very hard, then hit herself again, saying viciously: "Cry your head off! Don't cry!"

Sen was amused by the girl's behavior and was about to comfort her when he suddenly felt an extreme heart palpitation.

She turned her head suddenly and saw that the mass of flesh and blood that should have been completely destroyed began to wriggle violently again. The aura carried by this wriggling was many times more terrifying than before.

At the same time, she saw that not far away, the tall northerner Lin Wang made a strange move!
Note 1: When later generations recorded this, historians believed that this was a subjective exaggeration by the priests when they witnessed it.

(End of this chapter)