The Holy Man of Another Century Gospel

Chapter 24: Thick Skin and Blood

Storm footwork!

Eric dodged, almost brushing past the troll's flesh arm, and the attack landed on the ground with a loud bang.

As soon as he stood firm, Eric took the initiative to move forward and slashed at the troll's back with several swords.

roll!

He reacted in advance and rolled sideways to avoid the heavy blow from the troll's other arm.

Leslie pounced at this time and continued the attack.

Although he could not deal holy damage, he had the advantage of being powerful. The straight sword in his hand kept slashing at the troll, leaving deep cuts, which also caused the troll considerable pain.

Alena, who found the opportunity, chanted another Holy Light Punishment.

The holy light hit the troll, burning its skin and flesh, and white smoke sizzled out, and the hatred was transferred again.

After casting the spell, Alena immediately paid attention to the troll's movements, ready to dodge its counterattack at any time.

Like Eric said, when the target of hatred is close enough, the troll will not use the body charge tactic.

The ground was shaking; the trolls were approaching. Alena took small steps, her nerves tense.

coming!

The troll slammed down with both arms. Alena reacted quickly, taking several steps back. Only the raised gravel and dust hit her.

Eric, who was stealing damage from behind the troll, quickly took over the hatred.

The three of them kept dealing with the troll, and the other guards had basically no chance to intervene. If they went forward without permission, they would only cause more trouble.

Although they were able to dodge the attacks every time and escape danger, the fatigue from fighting with tense nerves began to accumulate rapidly after reaching a certain point.

"Why haven't you fallen yet..."

Leslie took a deep breath and couldn't help cursing, "Is this thing unkillable?"

"I can definitely kill him." Eric said confidently, but he was a little unsure in his heart.

I can't see the health bar!

This thing already had a lot of health, and the damage they caused was difficult to quantify, so it was difficult for him to judge what stage it was at.

Half health? Or low health? Observing the troll's status doesn't tell.

After being hacked and burned by divine magic, its body was already torn and covered with wounds, and its upper body was even black. However, its body was still strong, and the force of its arms hitting down did not decrease at all.

This rotten troll is a man-made dead creature and cannot be judged by the standards of wild beasts or other living things.

boom!
After dodging a heavy blow, Eric stood still and took a brief breath to look at the troll in front of him again.

Although its body is huge, it can still be considered human. Could it be that its vital point is also in the heart, or the normal-sized but more weird head on its neck?

Eric quickly ruled out the former.

This corpse troll was molded from corpses by the necromancer. It is completely solid inside - this can be felt from the strength of the flesh and the feedback when the straight sword pierces it - there are no so-called internal organs at all.

As for the brain...

Eric raised his gaze and met the troll's angry eyes.

It is of normal size, with eyes, ears, mouth and nose complete. It is a purely natural and fully polluted human head.

Eric suddenly had a feeling: that was the troll's weak point!
But the problem was that the troll was four or five meters tall. He and Leslie had been circling around its lower body for a long time. How could they attack its head?

The team of guards brought from the City Lord's Mansion were all sword-wielding warriors, with no archers. If we had to talk about long-range means, the only one was the magic cast by Alena.

However, judging from the actual results, relying solely on Holy Light Punishment seems to be insufficient. If you use it too much, it will easily draw all the hatred to the Head Nun.

"The key point should be its head!"

Seeing the troll approaching, Eric quickly warned, "Leslie, do you have any fighting skills that can fly up and chop off its head?"

"If I had that ability, I would have gone to the imperial capital to develop myself as a young master long ago!" The captain of the guards complained extremely quickly.

"Then think of some useless method!" Eric paced for a long time and found that the troll's hatred was still directed at him. He glanced at Leslie and saw that he was still taking the opportunity to rest.

He couldn't blame him. Leslie had put in the most effort in the first half of the battle, especially because he had no special means of attack. In order to attract hatred, he could only attack and slash wildly. He was the most tired person on the field at this time.

"Can you cut off its legs?" Out of responsibility, Leslie did not let the young master bear the pressure for too long, and soon he picked up the sword and joined the battle again.

The hatred was transferred, and Eric, who was being chased, suddenly felt much more relaxed.

Standing again, he looked at the troll's thick legs. He and Leslie had hacked at them countless times, but only caused a few superficial wounds. The necromancer piled on the materials fiercely, and the troll's body was simply terrifyingly thick.

"It doesn't look like it can be cut off." The wandering head nun also spoke. She was under the least pressure and had the clearest observation of all aspects of the battlefield.

"Climb up?" Leslie took a step back and could only barely avoid the troll's swinging arm.

The high-intensity battle had left him with little energy to strike a few more swords while the troll's moves were exhausted. Besides, whether it would be effective or not was another matter, so it was better to save his energy to save his life.

Eric glanced at the back of the troll's body. It was bumpy and had quite a few wounds, which seemed like it could be used as a support for climbing.

But he soon realized that doing so was also very risky.

Climbing onto the troll's body meant losing most of his vision, making it difficult to react in time, and also leaving him no room to dodge. If the troll slapped him, hitting him would be easier than swatting a mosquito. "Let me try."

Leslie heard the reluctance in his words, and while dodging, he took a quick look and saw that Eric was already approaching behind the troll.

A sword pierced deeply into the troll's body. Eric kicked off and jumped up with the force. He also grabbed the wound on its back with his other hand and began to climb up.

The first step went quite smoothly, the hatred was on Leslie, and the troll seemed completely unconcerned about the other enemy climbing onto its back.

His body swayed with the troll's movements. Eric drew out his straight sword and stabbed it into another position upwards to create another leverage point.

Using his feet as leverage, he climbed a little higher, and suddenly felt the troll's body pause, as if it had stopped.

"Master, be careful!" Leslie's reminder followed closely.

Eric had been on guard the whole time, and without any hesitation, he kicked off and jumped directly away from the troll, without even throwing away the sword that was still stuck there.

The next moment, the troll's palm hit his back with the wind, making a dull sound, which showed that it did not hold back on him.

"Why don't you just slap yourself to death!" The situation was extremely dangerous, and Eric started cursing as he landed.

The slap failed to kill the "mosquito" behind him. The troll shook his body and staggered towards Leslie without even turning his head.

"Give me the sword!"

Turning around and calling out to the other guards who were unable to join the battle, Eric guessed that the trolls had a higher priority in attacking enemies that climbed onto their bodies.

He was therefore even more certain that the little head was its Achilles' heel!

"Master!"

A guard came over and gave him the sword, then immediately stepped aside.

Eric took the weapon and chased the troll again. He added the buff of the Holy Blade on the way. As soon as he stopped, he started slashing fiercely. He finally attracted the troll's hatred and let Leslie, who had been chased for a long time, breathe a sigh of relief.

He held his body up, feeling his hands trembling. "Master, this is not a solution."

"I know...if it doesn't work, just retreat."

Eric stepped back, his eyes fixed on the troll, wary of its potential attack. "If I really run, it definitely won't be able to catch me, and I don't think it can catch me very far. We'll figure out a solution after we're out of the fight."

"As long as you can attack its head, it will be fine?" Alena suddenly said.

Eric glanced at her quickly, "Do you have an idea?"

Alena was unsure and hesitated for a moment before quickly saying, "Before the troll charged, its body seemed to tilt, almost falling. What if it actually fell?"

Eric was stunned for a moment, then immediately realized, "That's a solution!"

Because no one dared to withstand that collision, let alone let it hit the rock wall and collapse the underground hall. The three of them had been dealing with the troll until now, always maintaining a certain distance to make it give up using the collision. Therefore, Eric and Leslie had long forgotten that the troll had this flaw, but they didn't expect Alena to still remember it.

With an idea in mind, the execution method came naturally to Eric's mind.

"Go to Leslie!" He turned and called to the other guards, "Wait for my instructions!"

The captain of the guards immediately understood his plan, "Come here!"

The guards gathered around Leslie. Eric kept an eye on their position while paying attention to the troll's movements. After dodging another attack, he started running as fast as he could, widening the distance between them.

The troll really began to tilt its body, as if it was about to fall, to accelerate its next collision.

"Hit!" Eric roared.

Leslie and several guards around him also roared and rushed towards the troll with their bodies.

"Collide--"

The troll was already in a prone position, and suddenly felt a force from behind. He was completely unable to resist and fell to the ground with a bang.

"Don't let it get up!" Leslie squeezed out his last bit of strength and took the lead to pounce on the troll.

The other guards also rushed over and used their bodies and strength to pin down the troll's huge body.

"Master, hurry..."

When Leslie looked up, he found that Eric, who was just far away, had flashed before him, holding the sharp blade high in his hand.

Standing with his feet staggered, he gripped the sword in both hands, concentrating all his strength in one place and then bursting out with a roar.

"cut!"

The straight sword slashed down, wrapped in golden light, carrying unstoppable momentum and power, deeply piercing the troll's neck. After a brief, almost imperceptible pause, the sword edge suddenly rose from the other side.

Black blood splatters!

Also raised up was the head that looked abnormal because it was normal and had a frozen expression.

pat.

The head fell to the ground, and Alena collapsed to the ground, staring blankly over there.

"Killed..."

(End of this chapter)