If there were a player who was still clear-headed, they would see their teammates afflicted with a debuff, undoubtedly suffering from a mental attack.
Father Barry stared blankly at the people around him, noticing that they had completely lost their fighting spirit.
He called out to them, but saw no sign of a response.
Having been a priest of the Church of Light for so long, he wouldn't easily fall prey to such temptations.
But when he turned around, he found that Hanjun was also missing.
Father Barry was now completely at a loss for what to do.
How could he awaken those who had fallen into a slump, and how could he save Ulon City?
Father Barry didn't know that the missing Hanjun was preparing to catch the falling Butch.
After Butch shrank, he didn't turn into a human but into a young dragon, plummeting straight down.
After all, Butch had contributed so much to Ulon City.
From the perspective of the dragon race, he was still a juvenile dragon, having lived for less than thirty years, and he was the only dragon hatchling in this world.
Of course, this dragon couldn't be sacrificed in vain.
Upon catching Butch and alleviating his injuries, Butch hummed softly with his eyes closed, then wrapped his little wings around himself and, with a few mouth movements, fell into a deep sleep.
He had sustained severe injuries and exhausted too much energy, so he could only relying on sleep to recover.
Hanjun tucked him away in a resting place within his own body and then sensed something unusual in the air.
He frowned, recognizing the magical aura spreading over Ulon City; it felt somewhat familiar.Nôv(el)B\\jnn
Could it be...?
He looked down and discovered that under the influence of this magical aura, the entire Ulon City had fallen into chaos and a dreamlike state.
Hanjun frowned, realizing that this magical aura originated from the God of Darkness, which meant the God of Darkness was also present in this place.
Now, Hanjun was nowhere to be seen, and the heroes who had ventured out to find the people from the Magic Tower had yet to return.
The entire Ulon City had fallen into silence, utterly devoid of resistance.
Was it possible that Hanjun had seen this and left in disappointment?
No...
Father Barry quickly shook his head, pushing the thought aside.
He couldn't afford to doubt the actions of the Holy Son.
Otherwise, how would he be any different from those people who abandoned him a thousand years ago?
As he stood there, bewildered, he suddenly felt the ground beneath him begin to tremble violently.
At first, Father Barry thought the demons had used some kind of magic to wipe out Ulon City in one swift strike, but the tremors continued, and he began to sense something unusual.
The sound of the vibrations, getting closer and closer, sounded oddly like the thunderous gallop of a large number of horses rushing toward the city.
Could it be...?
Father Barry didn't dare to jump to conclusions, afraid he'd give himself false hope only to face disappointment once again.
But he couldn't help straining his neck, peering outside to see if it was really what he thought.
As the sound of hooves grew nearer, Father Barry finally felt a wave of relief wash over him.
A surge of overwhelming joy flooded his heart as he shouted in surprise, "The reinforcements have arrived! We're saved!"
The dust stirred up by the galloping horses was undeniable proof.
He could even hear the hoarse neighing of the steeds.
His heart filled with joy, and Father Barry frantically called out to those around him, trying to rouse them from their stupor.
Unfortunately, the magic of the God of Darkness wasn't so easily broken.