Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong Chapter 2760: 1514: Spreading Smoke_2

The soldiers nearby stood no chance against the crushing force unleashed by the half-step Tier 7 powerhouses. Adding to the threat, two more parasites of matching strength positioned themselves directly behind the trio.

“Safeguard the City Lord!”

Despite the fearsome pressure radiating from the foes, a unit of Tier 5 temple guards in gleaming silver plate armor clenched their jaws and charged ahead, striving to encircle the three unexpected parasites.

“What arrogance!”

“Lion King Feld” let out a scoff, wielding his massive hammer as he lunged forward, scattering the Tier 6 Guard Captain at the front and his comrades before they could assemble their ranks, hurling them through the air like crumpled metal scraps and carving a deep crater into the soil.

“Hmph, so this is the bunch that stalled our mighty forces for ages?”

“Lion King Feld” cast a contemptuous look at the fallen guards sprawled across the ground, then fixed his icy gaze on Old Book. “You’re the City Lord of this place, aren’t you? Your time’s up. As your Human Clan puts it, take down the ringleader to rout the gang!”

With those words, he issued another chilling chuckle and pressed onward toward Old Book alongside the pair of half-step Tier 7 parasites.

“We can’t allow them near the City Lord!”

Observing the peril, additional troops surged in, Asher Porter among them, yet Old Book halted them with a single gesture of his hand.

“Hold back; you’re no match for them.”

Old Book advanced deliberately with Curry at his side, speaking in a calm tone. “Prior to this clash, might you reveal what became of Lord Brave?”

“Even facing your end, you worry for others. Fine, I’ll share: that idiot spearheading your forces dove into the Void Space’s abyss and must’ve been ripped apart by the void energies already, hahaha!”

“Lion King Feld’s” grin twisted further, and he blurted out without restraint, “You’re the next one to go!”

With that declaration, his form and the hammer he gripped blurred into motion, hurtling savagely at Old Book!

“Holy Giant Bell!”

As the adversaries surged, Old Nick responded with lightning speed; a radiant golden enormous magical bell materialized swiftly overhead, then slammed down to ensnare the foe.

Boom!

A thunderous explosion rocked the ground violently, the massive bell enclosing the enemy inside, which sparked jubilant shouts from the onlookers nearby.

Yet, just as the cheers peaked, another explosive “boom” echoed, and “Lion King Feld” shattered the bell’s confines, resuming his assault on Old Nick.

Furthermore, the duo of Centaur powerhouses had nocked their enormous bows, unleashing two gigantic energy arrows that barreled toward Old Nick with devastating force.

“Don’t overlook me!”

Curry reacted just as rapidly, his own longbow humming as it fired off projectiles; two somewhat lesser energy arrows streaked forth like twin coiling serpents to intercept the attackers.

Boom! Boom!

Two colossal detonations reverberated, the quartet of energy arrows smashing together in the sky and dissipating amid swirling clouds of debris.

Nevertheless, though Curry had countered the onslaught from the two peers of his level, he coughed up blood and nearly collapsed.

One should recall that this Divine Stone General had endured a grueling succession of combats beforehand, teetering on exhaustion, and now summoned his last reserves to confront a pair of adversaries. The result was all too foreseeable.

Noticing Curry’s faltering state, the two Centaur parasites seized the moment without mercy. They drew their bowstrings at breakneck pace, unleashing a torrent of energy arrows upon him.

Under this relentless barrage, Curry dodged frantically but gradually lost speed from his waning power. In his dire straits, fellow soldiers rushed in to encircle one of the Centaur parasites, easing the burden on him considerably.

In this way, the fight fragmented into three distinct confrontations: Old Book against “Lion King Feld”; Curry battling one Centaur parasite; and the rest of the troops plus Asher Porter overwhelming the second Centaur parasite.

Differing from “Lion King Feld,” this other Centaur parasite specialized in ranged physical assaults, after all, and bolstered by the soldiers’ superior numbers—including numerous Tier 6 melee specialists—the defenders, despite the hazards, managed to endure for a while.

As Curry bore down with gritted teeth against the onslaught from the two distant assailants, “Lion King Feld’s” colossal hammer descended like a plummeting mountain from above, bearing down on Old Book with cataclysmic power.

To call it capable of leveling a fortress would be no overstatement!

“Holy Light Hammer!”

Confronted by this onslaught, Old Book opted neither to evade nor to shield himself. Rather, the end of his Magic Wand transformed into a luminous oversized light hammer, which he hefted with full force to clash against the approaching warhammer.

Boom!

Another deafening crash rang out as the pair of contrasting massive hammers collided head-on in the air, unleashing a turbulent surge of energy.

Once the gusts died down, both the melee-focused “Lion King Feld” and Old Book staggered back several paces, their strengths seemingly balanced.

“Wretched old pest, you’ve got some guts!”

A flicker of astonishment crossed “Lion King Feld’s” savage, malice-ridden features, his brows—encrusted with crystalline formations—twitching faintly.

“As a Priest devoted to the Deity, how could I yield to abominations like you?!”

Old Book’s snowy beard whipped in the breeze, his pristine magic robes lending solemnity to his proclamation.

Still, even as his presence remained unshaken, crimson liquid trickled steadily from the hand clutching his magic wand, trailing along its shaft.

As a spellcasting powerhouse, he inevitably lagged in hand-to-hand exchanges against a brawny combatant, particularly one augmented by such a horrifying parasitic influence.

“Heh, Priest? Your sacred halls have crumbled under our assaults time and again; where’s your divine rescuer now?”

“Lion King Feld” had evidently spotted the blood from Old Book, his expression twisting into deeper scorn. “I get it—you’re pinning hopes on that fabled band of braves returning? News for you: this city and every last one of you meet your end today!”

Declaring this, “Lion King Feld” carved a lethal arc with his enormous hammer, pouncing at Old Book anew.

For an instant, though holy radiance enveloped Old Book and he resisted fiercely, he quickly slipped into a losing position, his pristine white robes now marred with bloody streaks that painted a harrowing scene.

Not just Old Book—the skirmishes involving Curry and the other warriors fared no better, pinned down by the two Centaur parasites and teetering on total rout.

What’s more, to their mounting horror, the thunderous roars of battle and seismic tremors grew nearer, heralding the approach of further parasites and the encroaching “Corrosion.”

“Wretched old pest, perish!”

“Lion King Feld” heaved his giant hammer, warping the very air as it thundered toward Old Book’s weathered skull, leaving the elder with no chance to respond, merely staring in helpless dread as the fatal blow hurtled in.

In that instant, amid Old Book’s eyes filled with desperation, a violet radiance plummeted from the skies, interposing itself in his path.

With a “boom,” an intense energy eruption followed, and a gleaming longsword blazed into view, powerfully shoving the giant hammer off course.

“Lord Brave?!”

Staring at the silhouette positioned in front of him, gripping the longsword, Old Book’s eyes bulged in utter astonishment.