"Enemy attack..."
The Vengeful Spirit Army swept through the Lizardmen camp like a tidal wave.
The Lizardmen were strong and fierce. They showed no panic at all, immediately grabbing their weapons and charging forward.
"Bloodlust!"
"Berserk!"
The Voodoo Shaman shook like they were performing some strange ritual, raising wooden staffs strung with skulls. Bursts of bloody light erupted, enveloping the Lizardmen Warriors.
Empowered by Bloodlust and Berserk, the Lizardmen Warriors not only grew larger and stronger, but also became fearless of pain, turning into crazed beasts who knew only slaughter.
But...
Before the Vengeful Spirits, it meant nothing.
The Vengeful Spirits were Soul Bodies condensed from holy light. They had no physical bodies at all.
They were not corporeal—only illusory souls.
Immune to physical attacks!
The Lizardmen Warriors' attacks could not harm the Vengeful Spirits in the slightest.
In contrast, every slash of the Holy Light Blades wielded by the spirit warriors inflicted tremendous damage upon the Lizardmen Warriors.
It was a completely one-sided massacre.
"Soul Curse!"
The Voodoo Shaman's attacks, however, could cause damage.
Each Voodoo Curse Spell turned the Vengeful Spirits within its range pitch-black, as though they had been splashed with ink.
"Sacred Flame purifies evil!"
Holy Flame surged forth like a wildfire sweeping across the plains.
Within the Holy Flame, the Vengeful Spirits were purified of their curses and became even stronger. Meanwhile, every Lizardman caught in the flames—whether ordinary warriors or Voodoo Shamans—was reduced to ashes.
"Was that Consecration? Such a huge range? Such terrifying power?"
Seeing the sacred flames flood the heavens and earth, Sauron clicked his tongue in astonishment. Were paladins really this strong? That was far too terrifying.
With paladins like that, a whole order of knights could probably slay gods. This class was practically cheating! It was completely unreasonable.
"It should