Chapter 199 Mindset

The battle area in the sanctuary was surrounded by a circle of solemn stone pillars carved with divine figures, impervious even to the raging sea of ​​fire.

The rapid-fire battle constantly erupted in the sanctuary, punctuated by the clang of iron weapons meeting.

Between each pair of stone pillars, detailed stained-glass windows reflected blurry shadows, with glimpses of figures colliding head-on, chasing, and grappling.

On one side of the distant sanctuary.

The cleric not only cast healing spells on the three people who were blocking the Destruction Saintess at close range, but also unfolded a light blue shield nearby, capable of withstanding the ranged area spells released by the Destruction Saintess.

Under this protection, the few back-row figures could retreat no further.

Behind them was the high wall with the rose window beneath the sanctuary's dome.

"Hyperion, I'll have to trouble you to keep an eye on the two Kretan Empire people who have fallen asleep, and protect me a little as well."

Lanci said as he turned around, looking directly at the Destruction Saintess, Adairese, in the distance, their eyes meeting, hers filled with resolute killing intent.

"Rest assured and deal with the enemy, leave everything else to me."

Hyperion said softly with certainty beside him.

Lanci nodded and then walked forward.

At this moment, the few magic cards casually held in Lanci's hand glowed with a faint purple light.

This display of firepower was like a provocation.

Any healer with a shred of common sense would never use up all their healing skills at once, leaving all their spells on cooldown.

Excessive healing would only be a waste.

Therefore, in everyone's eyes, Lanci meant to convey that all his healing spells were of purple, rare quality, enough to play with the Destruction Saintess Adairese slowly.

The faint smile on his face, and the expression of three parts pity and seven parts regret as he gazed at the Destruction Saintess, made it seem as if he was waiting for the Destruction Saintess to successfully break through and come to him.

"What's the use of your pathetic magic power?!"

The Destruction Saintess's expression gradually became ferocious. Accompanied by a sharp voice, the blazing sword in her hand danced wildly, like scarlet vipers emitting a low roar.

In an instant, the wildly dancing sword blades slammed into the ground, sending the scarred Executioner and Paladin flying into the air once again, while the male bodyguard, who had originally been lying in wait for an opportunity to attack, had to protect himself and pull away.

At this moment, the Destruction Saintess Adairese's sense of oppression seemed to become even stronger, her killing intent causing the entire sanctuary to seem to be plunged into a sea of ​​scorched earth.

Just seeing Lanci's face and his usual smile made the anger in the Destruction Saintess's heart surge!

She knew that her mind was still difficult to keep calm, and the biggest reason was not Lanci, this Sword Mound, himself.

It was that gray-haired, red-skirted devil standing behind Lanci, constantly singing!!

As long as that devil was still singing, her nerves, no matter how firm, would become sensitive and irritable.

However, just as she took advantage of this gap of releasing a large sixth-tier spell to repel the blockers, and was preparing to advance forward for a brief moment, the cleric's control spells and the bodyguard sister's traps delayed her offensive once again.

Allowing the Destruction Saintess to close the distance by a few meters, only to be chased down once again by the Executioner and Paladin, who were enduring their injuries and pain.

Under such circumstances, the Destruction Saintess would likely be successfully lured to the back row by Lanci's taunts before nightfall, and then the two sides would fight to the death.

Far away.

At the edge of the sanctuary's high wall, a dozen meters away from the center of the battlefield.

"Brother, stop taunting!"

"Heal them quickly!"

The cleric and the bodyguard sister, as back-row classes, both felt Lanci's terror.

They had never seen a healer who could draw aggro so effectively.

The front-row tanks couldn't stop it!

"Don't worry, I'll start doing my job now."

Lanci smiled, feeling his teammates' worries.

But this was normal; teammates who cooperated with him for the first time would be somewhat flustered.

After Lanci's voice fell, he focused on the burning battlefield in front of him, and scattered the healing magic cards in his hand one by one.

At the same time, a faint magical glow that would appear when receiving healing began to surround the Destruction Saintess in the distance.

"?!"

Lanci's actions caused everyone present to be stunned for a moment.

First of all, healing magic was not used like this.

Using it all up in one breath was no different from acting.

And, when the crowd discovered that his healing was being given to the Destruction Saintess, they began to fear that Lanci had chosen to betray them, and had turned to the Resurrection Church at the most deadly moment!

That would be utter despair.

Even the Destruction Saintess began to feel confused for a moment, wondering if it was possible that Lanci was actually one of her own.

However.

No matter how she thought about it, it didn't make sense—he seemed to be acting for everyone, and he seemed to be defecting, but the magic power on his body when he released spells was too obviously weak.

It turned out that he had never been concealing his magic power, but was really just that weak!

This kind of healing could be said to have no recovery amount at all; even if he threw more down, it would just be healing for nothing.

Just as everyone's brains were about to briefly crash due to Lanci's actions, the Destruction Saintess Adairese's body, under the shroud of a barrage of healing spells, not only did not gain any obvious healing effects, but instead her body instantly stiffened, and then began to experience intense convulsions, as if enduring unspeakable pain.

The male bodyguard, who was the first to react, had already appeared like a panther in the shadows, pointing the dagger in his hand directly at the Destruction Saintess's nape!

The Destruction Saintess's fighting instinct made her endure the pain and violently twist away from this strike, and once again waved the blazing sword to knock the male bodyguard away.

Fresh blood trickled down her neck, causing her pupils to tremble with unbelievable shock and anger.

Originally, she would not have had any scratches in a normal state, and could even have counter-killed the opponent with this strike, but at this time, due to her painful physical state, she was unable to react normally.

Even the Executioner and Paladin reacted and became extremely excited because they understood the change in the battle situation, and attacked her again!

They finally knew what kind of white mage Lanci was.

Purely messing with their mentality, mental pollution, torturing opponents.

Too *you* *mother* *fucking* *newborn* this thing!

But at this moment, their side could not fall into a war of attrition with the Destruction Saintess in the first place; any more healing would only lead to a slow death.

Instead, they needed a Sword Mound specialized support like Lanci, who could speed up the battle and change the situation!

The Destruction Saintess parried the despicable sneak attacks of the Executioner and Paladin, glaring at Lanci in the distance during the gaps in the battle, her eyes like those of a wild beast out of control, filled with fierce killing intent.

"Lanci! Wilford!!!"

The shrill roar echoed in the sanctuary.

At the same time, the Destruction Saintess seemed to have entered a berserk state!

(End of this chapter)