Chapter 19 The White Magician Lancia's Specialty

The battle area within the sanctuary was surrounded by a circle of solemn stone pillars carved with divine figures, untouched by the raging sea of fire.

The rapid-fire combat constantly triggered the sound of cast-iron weapons clashing throughout the sanctuary.

Delicate stained-glass windows on the walls between each pair of stone pillars reflected blurred images, with glimpses of figures colliding head-on, chasing, and grappling.

On one side of the sanctuary, in the distance,

the cleric was not only healing the three who were attempting to block the Destruction Saintess at close range but also erected a light-blue light shield nearby, capable of withstanding the Destruction Saintess's ranged area spells.

Under such protection, the few figures in the backline could retreat no further.

Behind them was the high wall with the rose window beneath the sanctuary's dome.

"Hyperion, I'll need you to keep an eye on the two Kretan Empire members who fainted later, and protect me a little."

While saying this, Lancia turned around and stared directly at the Destruction Saintess, Adalise, in the distance, his eyes meeting hers, which were filled with resolute killing intent.

"Rest assured and deal with the enemy; leave the rest to me."

Hyperion said softly beside him with certainty.

Lancia nodded and then walked forward.

He casually held several magic cards in his hand, each glowing with a faint purple light.

This display of firepower seemed like a provocation.

Any healer with common sense would never exhaust all their healing skills at once, causing all their spells to go into cooldown.

Excessive healing would only be wasted.

Therefore, in everyone's eyes, Lancia meant to express that all his healing spells were of purple rare quality, enough to play with the Destruction Saintess, Adalise, slowly.

The faint smile on his face, coupled with an expression of three parts regret and seven parts pity as he looked at the Destruction Saintess, made it seem as if he were waiting for her to break through and come before him.

"What use is your pitiful magic?!"

The Destruction Saintess's expression gradually turned ferocious, and with a shrill voice, the blazing sword in her hand danced wildly, like crimson vipers emitting a low roar.

In an instant, the wildly swung sword blades slammed into the ground, sending the scarred executioner and paladin flying into the air again before crashing down heavily, while the male guard, originally waiting for an opportunity to strike, had to protect himself and pull away.

At this moment, the Destruction Saintess, Adalise's, oppressive aura seemed to become even stronger, her killing intent making the entire sanctuary feel as if it were engulfed in a sea of scorched earth.

Just seeing Lancia's face and his usual smile made the anger in the Destruction Saintess's heart surge!

She knew that her mind was still difficult to keep calm, and the biggest reason was not Lancia, this Jianzhong (sword mound) himself.

But the gray-haired, red-dressed demon standing behind Lancia, who kept singing!!

As long as that demon was still singing, her nerves, no matter how firm, would become sensitive and irritable.

However, just as she took advantage of the gap after releasing a large sixth-tier spell to repel the blockers, preparing to advance forward for a brief moment, the cleric's control spells and the guard's sister's traps once again delayed her offensive.

The Destruction Saintess closed a few meters, only to be pursued again by the executioner and paladin, who were enduring their injuries and pain.

Under such circumstances, the Destruction Saintess might be successfully lured to the back row by Lancia's taunts and then engage in a desperate battle before nightfall.

In the distance,

near the high wall of the sanctuary, a dozen meters away from the center of the battlefield.

"Brother, stop taunting!"

"Heal quickly!"

The cleric and the guard's sister, as backline classes, both felt Lancia's terror.

They had never seen a healer who could draw so much aggro.

The tanks in the front couldn't hold it at all!

"Don't worry, I'll start my job now."

Lancia smiled, sensing his teammates' worries.

But this was normal; teammates who cooperated with him for the first time would inevitably be a little panicked.

After Lancia finished speaking, he focused on the intense battlefield in front of him and scattered the healing magic cards in his hand one by one.

At the same time, a faint magical glow, which would appear when receiving healing, began to surround the Destruction Saintess in the distance.

"?!"

Lancia's actions made everyone present stunned for a moment.

First of all, healing magic wasn't used like this.

Using it all up in one go was no different from acting.

And when everyone realized that his healing was being given to the Destruction Saintess, they began to fear that Lancia had chosen to betray them and turn to the Rebirth Church at the most critical moment!

That would be utter despair.

Even the Destruction Saintess was confused for a moment, wondering if Lancia was actually one of her own.

However,

no matter how she thought about it, it didn't make sense—he seemed to be acting for everyone, and he seemed to be defecting, but the magic power he exuded when casting spells was too obviously weak.

It turned out that he had never restrained his magic power; he was just that weak!

This kind of healing had virtually no recovery amount; no matter how much he cast, it would only be healing for nothing.

Just as everyone's brains were about to short-circuit for a brief moment due to Lancia's actions, the Destruction Saintess, Adalise's, body stiffened instantly under the shroud of a barrage of healing spells, and then she began to experience intense convulsions, as if enduring unspeakable pain.

The male guard, who was the first to react, had already materialized like a panther in the shadows, pointing the dagger in his hand directly at the back of the Destruction Saintess's neck!

The Destruction Saintess's combat instinct made her endure the pain and forcefully twisted away from this strike, and once again swung her blazing sword to knock the male guard away.

Fresh blood slid down her neck, causing her pupils to tremble with unbelievable shock and anger.

Originally, she would not have suffered any scratches in her normal state, and might even have counter-killed the opponent with that strike, but now, due to her painful physical condition, she couldn't react properly.

Even the executioner and the paladin reacted and became extremely excited because they understood the changes in the battle situation, and they attacked her again!

They finally knew what kind of white magician Lancia was.

Purely messing with her mentality, mental pollution, torturing opponents.

Too... *you*... *ma*... *chu*... *sheng*... this thing!

But at this moment, their side couldn't afford to get into a protracted battle with the Destruction Saintess; any amount of healing would only lead to a slow death.

Instead, they needed a Jianzhong (sword mound)-specialized support like Lancia, who could speed up the battle progress and change the situation!

The Destruction Saintess parried the sneaky attacks of the executioner and the paladin, and stared fiercely at Lancia in the distance between battles, her eyes like those of a wild beast out of control, full of fierce killing intent.

"Lancia! Wilford!!!"

A shrill roar echoed within the sanctuary.

At the same time, the Destruction Saintess seemed to have entered a berserk state!

(End of Chapter)