Chapter 1707: Chapter 1524: Monsters Invasion 5

Chapter 1707: Chapter 1524: Monsters Invasion 5



A Minotaur, a creature that should normally be in dungeon, roared in challenge, its bellow shaking the very foundations of the city. Its gleaming, black eyes scanned the battlefield, searching for the strongest opponent, the one worthy of its wrath. Its massive, ebony axe, etched with demonic runes, hung loose at its side, a weapon capable of cleaving a man in two with a single swing.

The soldiers faltered, their courage momentarily shaken by the sheer presence of this monstrous entity. But beneath the fear, a flicker of defiance remained. They had seen the devastation wrought on their city, the fallen comrades who wouldn't see another sunrise.

Despair wasn't an option. Here, amidst the ruins and the screams, they would make their stand, for their homes, their families, and the very idea of a free humanity.

A collective gasp ripped through the besieged city as a magnificent beast soared into view from the horizon. It was a wyvern, but unlike the monstrous beasts plaguing their world, this one radiated an otherworldly beauty.Thê source of this content n/o/v/(el)bi((n))

Its scales, the color of polished sapphire, shimmered with an ethereal brilliance, catching the fading light of the setting sun. They seemed to shift and flow, like the scales of a living jewel. Its wings, vast and feathered, were tipped with a delicate silver that glinted like moonlight. It moved with a grace that belied its immense size, carving through the crimson sky with powerful, fluid strokes.

Atop the wyvern, silhouetted against the fiery backdrop, stood a figure that sent a wave of relief crashing through the city. It was Luna, the Saintess. Her pure white nun's dress billowed in the wind like a celestial banner, its stark contrast to the carnage below a symbol of hope. Her long, golden hair cascaded down her back like a flowing river of liquid sunshine, catching the light with an ethereal glow.

Her eyes, the color of spun gold, shone with a divine benevolence that seemed to pierce the very fabric of the battlefield. They were eyes that held the power to calm a raging storm, eyes that promised solace amidst the turmoil. There was an ethereal quality to her entire presence, an aura of light and purity that seemed to push back the encroaching darkness.

The city erupted in cheers. "Hail the Saintess!" they cried, their voices filled with a renewed fervor.

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A blinding light erupted from Luna, a wave of pure golden energy that washed over the battlefield. It pulsed with a sacred light, seeking out the wounded and weary.

Soldiers, battered and bruised, felt their wounds knitting shut, their strength returning with a surge. Exhausted adventurers, their spells spent, felt their magical reserves replenished, their fatigue replaced by a renewed sense of vigor. Even the civilians huddled in makeshift shelters felt a surge of hope, a warmth spreading through their bodies that chased away the chills of fear.

The battlefield, once shrouded in the despair of imminent defeat, was now ablaze with renewed determination. The soldiers, their bodies fortified by Luna's blessing, let out a thunderous roar and charged forward with a fervor they hadn't felt since the battle began. Adventurers with their weapons, magicians, their spells crackling with renewed potency, unleashed a torrent of arcane energy at the remaining monsters.

But Luna wasn't done yet. With a whispered incantation and a flick of her wrist, she unleashed another powerful spell.

"Buff Effectiveness Amplification AOE: Saint Gloria!"

A magnificent white unicorn, its mane shimmering with an ethereal light, materialized above the battlefield. Its form, though illusory, radiated an aura of power that spread outwards in a rippling wave. As it passed over each soldier and adventurer, they felt a surge of strength course through their bodies. Muscles grew taut, reflexes sharpened, and their weapons seemed to vibrate with newfound power.

The tide of the battle had truly turned. The monstrous horde, once relentless in its assault, now found itself facing a rejuvenated force of defenders. The Saintess, a beacon of hope and healing, had tipped the scales in humanity's favor. The battle cries of the defenders echoed through the ravaged city, a testament to the resilience of the human spirit and the unwavering power of faith. Yet, the fight was far from over. The Minotaur, locked in a deadly dance with the Wyvern King, roared in defiance. Other pockets of resistance across the city might not be as fortunate as those touched by Luna's grace.

The battle for the city would rage on, a desperate struggle for survival against the encroaching darkness. But with Luna, the Saintess, at their side, hope, like a flickering flame, had been rekindled in the hearts of humanity.