Retreat

Evans's face was etched with bitterness.

What was going on today? Where did such a killer come from?

With just one person, he was showing signs of sweeping through the entire Church of Dagon?

If he really managed to take down the entire Church of Dagon by himself, wouldn't that mean the Great Father God was inferior to that evil creature?

Although the few priests who were killed were all promoted later, none of the original core members were harmed or killed.

It was just that, looking at his appearance, he seemed to have become even more powerful. It was likely a blessing bestowed upon him by that aberrant demon.

Damn it, if only High Priest Kaecilius were here, what could a mere evil creature do?

Evans cursed inwardly. He quickly scanned his surroundings and saw that, apart from a few core members like himself, the other members of the church were either injured or terrified, their morale low. Clearly, they were no longer capable of fighting this evil creature.

"The Church of Dagon is nothing more than this!"

Bronksky sneered dismissively. His contemptuous words were like a chilling frost, adding a layer of coldness to the hearts of Evans and the other believers.

"Your false god cannot protect you. Join me instead, and together we shall offer ourselves in the highest devotion to the Great Blood God!"

Evans inwardly despaired. The Church of Dagon was, if not helpless, then at least utterly defeated in the face of a mere evil creature.

If this continued, apart from the priests and fanatics who had undergone transformation and couldn't disembark this sinking ship, wouldn't all the other followers they had painstakingly gathered turn to worship the Blood God?

If that happened, would the Church of Dagon still have a place here?

He and Kaecilius's old guard could no longer think of self-preservation. They had to go all out, or the Church of Dagon would suffer a great humiliation today.

"Everyone, listen to my command!"

Evans suddenly raised his voice.

"We are the loyal followers of the Father God, and our strength comes from His blessings! Today, in the name of our faith, let us prove to this arrogant fool that the Church of Dagon is no ordinary force!"

As Evans guided them, the other believers gradually regained some courage.

They supported each other, chanting ancient incantations together, and the air once again filled with that mysterious power from the Father God.

Streams of dark light converged in their hands, forming various magical attacks that struck towards Bronksky.

However, Bronksky seemed unaffected, moving like the wind and easily dodging every magical attack.

His eyes gleamed with the light of battle. Every swing of his great axe was accompanied by a deafening roar, as if it could cleave through all obstacles.

"Hmph, how can mere magic harm me?"

Bronksky sneered. His power seemed to grow stronger as the battle progressed. He leaped suddenly, his great axe carving a brilliant arc through the air, heading straight for Evans.

Seeing this, Evans's heart tightened, but he did not retreat. He was currently the highest-ranking divine position holder present.

With morale so low, if he retreated now, it would be game over.

He quickly channeled the Mana within him, forming a solid magic barrier, attempting to block Bronksky's fatal blow.

The two powerful forces collided in the air, erupting in a blinding flash and a deafening roar. The entire church seemed to tremble at that moment, the air thick with the smell of smoke and blood.

The battle entered a white-hot phase, with the duel between Evans and Bronksky becoming the focus of the entire battlefield.

The believers of the Church of Dagon surrounded them, their incantations and prayers intertwining.

Although it appeared Evans had blocked Bronksky's attack, he was inwardly suffering.

This blow had consumed too much of his Mana. Even if the Great Father was generous, He wouldn't provide Mana limitlessly for him to waste.

Evans barely managed to steady himself, fine beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He knew he could not endure such high-intensity combat for much longer.

He had to find a strategy that would conserve his strength while effectively countering Bronksky.

"Everyone, maintain formation, don't panic!"

Evans shouted loudly, trying to stabilize the believers' emotions.

Upon hearing this, the believers of the Church of Dagon adjusted their positions, striving to form a tight combat formation.

They continued to chant the ancient incantations, and the dark power in the air grew even thicker.

Under Evans's command, the believers of the Church of Dagon cooperated closely, forming an unbreakable formation.

The surrounding air once again fluctuated violently, and the dark light in the believers' hands converged into a massive net.

It spread out silently, enveloping Bronksky.

"What?"

Bronksky suddenly felt himself bound by a powerful force. He struggled fiercely, but the net seemed alive, tightening its grip and restricting his movements.

"Haha, is this all the Church of Dagon has? Pathetic!"

Although trapped, Bronksky's words remained sharp, attempting to provoke Evans.

Moreover, as Bronksky struggled violently, under his immense power, the entire net was torn and distorted. Judging by the situation, it wouldn't hold for much longer.

Evans suddenly began to chant a more complex and ancient incantation at the top of his voice. As the incantation was completed, the space within the church seemed to be torn apart by an invisible hand, forming a massive vortex, with Bronksky at its center.

Bronksky, in his shock, found himself being pulled tightly by this sudden spatial vortex, unable to break free.

"No! This is impossible!" Bronksky roared in despair.

As Bronksky roared in despair, a flicker of madness and unwillingness flashed in his eyes.

That pent-up rage and will to survive converged into an unprecedented power, surging within him.

"Aaaah—!" Bronksky let out a sky-rending roar, his voice filled with anger and unwillingness, as if to tear apart the space that bound him.

His body began to tremble violently, his muscles reshaping as if by an unseen force, every inch erupting with astonishing power.

Just as the seemingly indestructible net was about to be completely torn apart, Bronksky's entire body suddenly jolted, and a powerful energy erupted from within him like a volcanic eruption, instantly distorting the surrounding space even more violently.

Driven by this power, he actually tore through the spatial net that bound him, his figure darting out like lightning, charging straight towards the church exit.

Seeing this, Evans's face changed drastically. He hadn't expected Bronksky to break free from his restraints so easily. He quickly adjusted his mindset, channeling the Mana within him again, preparing to launch a new attack.

However, Bronksky didn't give him the chance. He used the burst of speed from his recent escape, leaped forward violently, his body drawing a sharp arc through the air, charging straight towards the unknown sky outside the church.

"Remember this, Church of Dagon! One day, I will make you pay!"

Bronksky's voice echoed from afar, carrying endless hatred and a resolve for revenge.