Faerun: The arcane mage is still too imprisoned.

Chapter 40 Bishop

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly pressed his left hand down—

[The Realm of Pain!]

A dark red light surged up and spread like a tide, flooding half of the basement.

Lance and the others felt a sharp pain in their heads, as if many fine needles were piercing them, and their vision blurred.

A Silver Warrior beside him groaned and knelt down, clutching his head.

"Scatter!" Arya shouted, her body erupting in flames that forced the dark red light back slightly. "Don't stay inside the domain!"

The soldiers retreated hastily.

Lance took a step forward, focusing his mind and composure.

Protect yourself from evil!

A faint white light emanated from his body, somewhat mitigating the piercing pain.

I casually tossed one to Arya as well.

Moore raised his hand and waved it.

The twenty-four believers kneeling on the ground drew their weapons, mostly daggers and short swords, but two of them were carrying maces.

They surrounded us from all directions, their movements synchronized, clearly indicating they were well-trained.

Lance glanced at it.

Five level 1 warriors, six level 2 warriors, five level 1 wanderers, and a few ordinary people.

"Looks like you only have this many people." Lance raised an eyebrow.

Moore did not answer.

He raised the dagger and chanted an incantation.

The runes on the dagger glowed with a dark red light, and a visible black energy surged from the tip of the blade, reaching out towards Lance like tentacles.

[Magic Blast!]

Lance made the first move.

A ghastly green beam tore through the air and shot toward Mor's face.

Moor raised his left hand, and a semi-transparent dark red shield instantly formed.

The magical energy slammed into the shield, creating a chaotic burst of energy. The shield fluctuated violently but did not shatter.

"It's just a trivial skill."

Mohr gave a cold laugh.

He swung his right dagger, and the black energy tentacles suddenly accelerated, wrapping around Lance's legs.

Lance jumped back to avoid it, raising his hand at the same time.

[Aard Sign!]

The force field blasted towards the surrounding believers. The three at the front were sent flying, sliding a long distance through the grease.

But the others had already rushed forward, their daggers aimed at Lance's ribs.

Arya swung her greatsword lightly, drawing an arc.

Clang! Clang!

The two daggers were deflected.

Lance then kicked both men in the knees, the sound of bones cracking clearly audible.

The two screamed and fell to the ground.

Lance then stomped twice more, crushing the necks of both men.

But even more believers flocked to the area.

However, Moore stood still, refusing to move an inch, which was unusual for him.

[Bewitching humans!]

Lance tentatively cast a charm spell on him.

"Heh," Moore sneered, "You think charm will work on me?!"

"My soul, my body, everything I have is dedicated to the great Lord of Thirst! There is no room for anything else."

My heart is as hard as iron, and cannot be broken!

However, he still did not move.

"Arya, that bishop seems unable to move!" Lance said, staring at Mor.

Arya didn't answer, but went straight to meet her.

Charge toward Moor!

She swept her longsword horizontally, and fiery battle aura burned on the blade.

With a single slash, the foremost believer was cut in half at the waist, and flames erupted from the severed wound.

"Keep up!" she shouted.

The Silver Warriors charged into the enemy ranks.

Sword flashes, shield clashes, and roars mingled together. Two elite warriors smashed into the formation like hammers, leaving a trail of blood and gore in their wake.

Lance did not engage in melee combat.

He stood at the back, waving his hands repeatedly.

[Magic Blast!][Magic Blast!][Magic Blast!]

One magic trick after another was thrown out, and one believer after another fell down.

As Arya drew closer, Mor raised his left hand.

Dark red patterns of light spread from his palm, like a fine spider web crawling across the air.

The light patterns touched the edge of the altar and suddenly straightened. Then a semi-transparent barrier rose from the ground, enclosing the entire altar.

"This is..." Arya had already rushed to the altar and swung her sword at the barrier. The blade sank three inches in, but she couldn't penetrate it no matter what she did.

This is a barrier.

No wonder he kept standing on the altar.

"Why did you lock yourself in there?" Lance shouted.

"Looking at it from another angle, isn't this also a way of keeping you all out?"

Moore looked down at him, his dark red eyes devoid of much emotion.

"The ceremony will last another twelve minutes, and I will be able to advance several ranks in one fell swoop and ascend to the Exemplary Rank. Now, kneel down and beg for mercy, and convert to the great 'Lord of Hunger,' and I may consider sparing your lives."

As for what to do with Moore's men...

Then all he could say was: I spent so much money and supported so many people, wasn't it all just for today?

"broken!"

Lance was startled.

"The intelligence was fake!"

"The ritual arranged by this bishop wasn't to help another believer advance to the elite rank, but rather to help himself advance to the exemplary rank!"

"If he really gets promoted, then things will get tougher..."

"You can't get in, you can't touch me, but I can touch you."

Mohr raised the bone dagger.

A cloud of black mist condensed at the tip of the dagger, from which countless tiny tentacles emerged, wriggling like leeches.

[Shadow Dagger!]

The black mist exploded, transforming into seven translucent shadow blades that hovered in mid-air, their tips all pointing at Arya.

"Master of the family—"

A level 5 Silver Warrior swiftly leaped up to block, but seven black shadows flashed and seven sharp sounds almost overlapped.

Seven gashes appeared on the warrior's fine breastplate, revealing flesh and blood, as if torn apart by a giant claw.

He looked down, a satisfied smile appeared on his face, and then he collapsed.

Arya's eyes instantly turned red.

【Healing Mantra! 】

Lance gave him a healing spell.

"Don't worry, he won't die anytime soon."

When Arya saw Lance use the priest's magic, she gave him a shocked look.

When she saw Lance use a skill that resembled [Holy Slash], she felt something was off, but she was too embarrassed to ask and just assumed she was overthinking it.

The current [Magic Burst] and [Healing Mantra] are even more out of place.

You just used a spell from your spell list?!

"With my charm being so high, it's not unreasonable for me to also work as a sorcerer and a paladin, is it?"

Lance said calmly.

"...That makes sense."

Arya took a few steps back, staring warily at the barrier, and asked, "Lance, I can't break this barrier. Can you?"

Lance did not answer immediately.

He stared at the barrier.

If Mor dares to be so fearless, then this barrier will be very difficult to break.

That being the case...

"Arya, I'm leaving this barrier to you!"

"Huh? Me?"