Battle Bliss! The Bishop's Supreme Violence!
Castian on the platform finally acted, driving the scepter upside down into the ground.
"Clang--!"
The staff was embedded in the Frozen Tundra, its end still trembling slightly.
Immediately afterwards, he raised his hand, gripped the breastplate strap with his five fingers, and ripped it outwards with a sudden movement, sending the breastplate and robe flying to the ground.
Castian's exposed upper body was thin and bony, but showed no signs of aging; his muscles rippled along his bones like tightly wound steel cables.
What's even more striking is the large patch of dark gold Holy Runes on his skin.
The pressure travels from the collarbone down to the waist and abdomen, then extends along the arms and back, layer upon layer, like being branded into the flesh by Sacred Flame.
Jarro landed in the center of the gap, and just as he stomped a Holy Knight fixed on Castian, who was walking out.
A low growl rolled from its throat, its anger intensifying. It was an insult, the old thing felt there was no need to even fight it while wearing armor.
"Awoo--!"
Jarro suddenly raised his head, roared, pressed down with his limbs, and his massive body shot out again, skimming the ground.
This time, it didn't charge at the shield array, but instead pounced on Castian alone.
The half-ton body crashed down, the air itself exploding with a muffled thud. Black blood and bone fragments on the ground were sent flying backward, but Castian didn't budge an inch.
The dark gold Holy Runes on his body lit up at the same time, as if someone had poured scalding golden magma into that aged body.
Battle Aura pressed into his right arm along the Holy Runes, his muscles tensed, and his fist shot out over a very short distance.
No fancy moves, just one punch.
The moment the fist and claw collided, the entire section of the city wall seemed to shake.
Thump!
The sound was deep and muffled, not like flesh colliding, but more like a heavy hammer hitting an iron wall.
The rock beneath Castian's feet shattered instantly, cracks spreading outwards along the sole of his boot.
Jarro's forward-moving body suddenly stopped in mid-air, as if he had crashed head-on into a mountain.
Its right claw, capable of shattering city walls, had several finger bones split open the instant it touched the Platinum Battle Aura, causing its pupils to shrink in pain.
On the tower, Shien's vision suddenly snapped.
Bishop Castian is Fourth Tier Blazing Sun Ascetic!
They locked themselves at the edge of the Most Holy Origin Furnace, in temperatures high enough to crack bones, repeatedly branding their Battle Aura Holy Runes transmission runes into their nerves.
Muscles and bone joints ultimately transform the body directly into a weapon; each Holy Runes is a living Battle Aura circuit.
It lies dormant in peacetime, but fully activated in wartime, transforming into a human-shaped battering ram that it can wield.
Shien only glanced at it for two breaths before forcefully suppressing the burning desire that was instinctively rising within him.
This kind of thing is very powerful, but the price is too high. I can't bear that kind of suffering, so I can only rely on my Golden Finger to replicate skills to get by.
The battle below has progressed even further.
Jarro's attack was thwarted, which drove him into a frenzy.
It hissed and pressed close, its claws and fangs forming an impenetrable net.
Castian moved very little, like a rock nailed to the spot.
With each block, each drop of the shoulder, each raise of the elbow, a section of the Holy Runes on the body would burst forth with dazzling Platinum Flame.
As the wolf's claws came down, he raised his elbow to parry.
"Snap!"
Jarro's wrist bone snapped backwards on the spot.
The wolf lunged at him from the side, but Castian simply lowered his shoulder and pushed forward.
The Holy Runes on his shoulders and back instantly shone brightly, and the flesh on the Werewolf's chest that had been struck immediately turned black and collapsed.
As soon as Jarro landed and tried to pounce again, Castian stepped into its arms, grabbed its foreleg joint with his left hand, bent it outward, and then gave it a sharp shake.
"Click! Click-click!"
The sound of bones breaking echoed continuously, and the front paw drooped down on the spot.
At first, Jarro was still roaring, but after a few rounds, fear began to creep into its roars, and it began to instinctively try to avoid this fighting monster in human skin.
The beast's instincts began to scream warnings: the person before it was a predator on a higher level!
Suddenly, Jarro let out a low roar, abandoned his defenses, opened his blood-red maw, and pounced heavily on Castian.
It wanted to crush the old thing, bones and all, with its weight and teeth.
Even if it means mutual destruction, I will tear a piece of flesh and blood off the person in front of me.
Castian stood still and looked up.
The next instant, all the Holy Runes on his body shone brightly at their peak.
Platinum Battle Aura erupted from his body and shot straight into the night sky.
At that moment, the old body seemed to be burned into a platinum furnace core, and even the surrounding air trembled from the heat.
The first punch lands.
A straight punch landed squarely on Jarro's chest!
The moment the fist landed, High-Frequency Vibrating Battle Aura poured in as well.
The ridiculously thick bone plate on Jarro's chest caved inwards and then exploded with a bang.
Bone fragments and black blood spurted out from its back, and its massive body was knocked backward by the punch.
Follow up with the second strike.
He changed his fist to his palm and slammed it into its jaw from below!
"Click--!"
A terrifying force surged up his jaw, breaking his cervical vertebrae.
Jarro's head snapped back, his arms went limp, and the fierce glint in his eyes vanished, leaving only deathly silence and despair.
Castian did not throw another punch on the third attempt.
He raised his right hand and grabbed Jarro's face.
His five fingers sank into his flesh and bone, and platinum flames poured directly into his seven orifices.
Jarro spewed out flaming black blood from its eyes, ears, mouth, and nose. Its massive body convulsed, trying to struggle backward, but Castian, using the momentum from its forward charge, dragged the wolf's head and slammed it to the side.
"Boom!"
The load-bearing stone wall of the Inner Fortress shattered on the spot.
Stone fragments flew everywhere, and the entire wall collapsed outwards as if it had been hit head-on by a catapult.
Jarro's wolf head, powerful enough to crush steel ingots, was pressed between the wall and Castian's five fingers, and crushed.
The skull shattered first, followed by the eyeballs, brain matter, and scalding black blood, all spraying out in a fan shape in all directions.
When the Blood Mist cleared, Castian was still standing there.
Beneath his feet lay a pile of broken bones and half a convulsing wolf carcass. The blood splattered on his body was instantly evaporated by his Platinum Battle Aura, leaving only the Holy Runes on his skin glowing intermittently.
All of this happened in the blink of an eye; the entire battlefield seemed to have been suddenly choked.
Jarro's headless, mangled body was still twitching in place, wolf blood gushing out.
The Frenzyblood Werewolf, who had been tearing at the shield formation, suddenly stopped moving in unison.
As the heatwave swept over, Jarro's shattered flesh and blood rapidly melted within the high-frequency Battle Aura.
The scorching heat blew into the wolves' nostrils with the wind, and they whimpered and crawled backward on their hands and feet.
The black tide that had been pressing forward just moments before suddenly huddled together, leaping back over the corpses and entrails of its companions, howling and screaming, the sounds overlapping and collapsing into the depths of the Gray Fog.
At the forefront of the shield formation, the Holy Knight simultaneously released their heavy shields, and their Holy Silver cross swords were drawn in quick succession.
Instead of chasing recklessly, they immediately split into several small teams and steadily pushed out of the range of the Sacred Flame's illumination.
Gray Fog swept in, and white smoke hissed and rose from between the gaps in the armor. The Werewolf who had fallen behind was quickly caught up.
The Holy Knight on the left kicked off the hind leg with a snap, while the one on the right swung his sword hilt and smashed the spine with a thud. The cross sword in the middle then slashed down, piercing straight through the back of the neck with a soft thud.
Soon, only short, muffled execution sounds remained in the Gray Fog.
Bones broke, blood spurted out, and the body was dragged to the ground.
With the Fourth Tier wolf leader dead, the remaining pack of Frenzyblood Werewolf, no matter how ferocious, were nothing more than livestock that could run faster and bite harder.
If the Holy Knight squad really gets close, killing them won't be much more troublesome than slaughtering pigs.
Behind the trenches and ruined walls, the surviving defenders of Blackpine Fief were all stunned.
On this Long Night border, no matter how capable the ordinary soldiers are, they are merely flesh and blood filling the gaps.
What truly holds up the foundation of a Defense Zone has always been the extraordinary military force under the command of the Church.
Shien looked at Castian's body and saw that the blazing Holy Runes were still flickering.
The power that instantly obliterated the Fourth Tier Werewolf was truly astonishing.
But immediately, he crossed the idea of personally embarking on the arduous path of Blazing Sun Asceticism from his mind.
But the green on the bishop's head is far from enough to allow him to access Castian's true core skills.
We can only proceed slowly, first securing the defense line, and transforming the Blackpine Fief from a crumbling, rotten bone into a nail driven into the Gray Fog.
Once the bishop sees his own abilities, his Grace Value can always be increased further.
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