Chapter 41: Domain - Open！
How could Yann miss such a good opportunity to let them retreat?
Yann swayed in his jet-black plate armor, his hand wielding a longsword swung sharply left and right, splitting the two slower retreaters in half on the spot.
The sharpness of the longsword, enhanced by Sharpening and dark flames, couldn't be blunted by leather armor.
The bodies of the two split into four pieces burst into flames in mid-air.
"Fire!" Seven crossbowmen aimed at Yann and shot their arrows.
The fierce bolts couldn't be stopped by Yann's magical armor. Though they slowed down slightly upon hitting Yann's armor, they soon plunged into it. The power of magic was ultimately limited.
"Success!" The crossbowmen cheered as they saw their bolts all pierce Yann's armor.
Even though this undead warrior didn't have pain receptors and wouldn't be affected by wounds, being hit by powerful crossbow bolts would certainly hinder his movements. For example, if an arrow directly pierced a bone or joint, even a fifth-tier undead warrior's combat effectiveness would be significantly reduced.
But unexpectedly, after being hit by seven crossbow bolts, Yann's body suddenly surged with black flames, directly burning the wooden shafts of the bolts. Then he swung his longsword towards his opponents.
Now the soldiers couldn't care less about their earlier attacks being rendered ineffective; they formed a battle formation and attacked Yann together.
Meanwhile, the black-robed figure lurking in the shadows continued to wait for the perfect moment.
Like a venomous snake, seeking how to strike decisively.
Outside of Sacred Heart City,
A middle-aged man stood on top of a tree, holding a nail hammer and a knight's shield in his hands. This man was none other than Niya's guardian, Lugansk Zoia.
"Come out, no need to follow." Lugansk Zoia stood on top of the tree, closing his eyes and saying.
"Hehe, you found me." With a smirk, Novgorod suddenly appeared on the opposite tree branch, holding a magic staff with a skull on top.
"I released enough killing intent to scare away the birds. How could I not find you?" Lugansk Zoia suddenly opened his eyes, and golden runes revolved around him.
These runes were ancient Hebrew, and the dense writing formed chains that enveloped Lugansk Zoia. The descriptions in these runes were all praises to God!
Lugansk Zoia's profession turned out to be a Paladin! And he was an esteemed-level Paladin!
Among the church's professionals, there were two main professions: priests and paladins. The former communicated with God to gain the ability to perform divine arts. Divine arts were different from magic; they didn't require practitioners to undergo training but only needed a devout belief in God and sufficient talent to receive God's grace.
Paladins were different. Their training was no different from that of warriors, but they could gain bonuses from divine arts through their devout faith in God, such as the skill Lugansk Zoia was currently using.
In fact, Light Magic and divine arts of the church were two completely different things. The former belonged to the natural magic sequence, while the divine arts of the church could only be mastered after being blessed by the gods. Although the effects of Light Magic and divine arts were somewhat similar, they were fundamentally different.
Of course, most priests in the church were proficient in both divine arts and Light Magic. After all, the only deity worshipped by the Roland Continent church was the God of Light. They also called themselves the Church of the Holy Cross, abbreviated as the Holy Cross Church or simply the Holy Cross.
"Tsk tsk, a Paladin. You've scared this dark rat." Novgorod chuckled at his own identity.
In the eyes of church professionals, all practitioners of dark magic were the most despicable rats, practicing evil magic. Even after the church's strength was greatly diminished after the religious wars, church professionals still held this view.
Divine arts of the church naturally restrained dark attributes.
"Are you determined to stop me? In that case, let's fight." Lugansk Zoia suddenly pushed forward, rushing to Novgorod's side, and his nail hammer struck down.
Novgorod chuckled, and the body struck by the nail hammer suddenly exploded into a black mist.
"Light!" Lugansk Zoia pointed his finger, and dazzling rays of light poured down from the sky, piercing straight into the black mist formed by Novgorod.
"The Hand of the Undead Tyrant!" Novgorod's roar came from the black mist.
Then, a bone-chilling dark gate appeared in front of the black mist, and with the screams that made people cover their ears, a giant skeletal hand stretched out from the gate.
The skeletal hand grabbed Lugansk Zoia's light and crushed it in one go.
"A royal-level's blow?" Lugansk Zoia fearlessly met the incoming skeletal hand.
Dark magic, unlike other types of magic, had various summons. Some summoned creatures from hell, while others summoned undead from the underworld. However, no matter what kind of summoning it was, they all shared one common feature—they were difficult to deal with!
What Novgorod summoned from the white bone gate now was a royal-level expert's blow!
As long as the energy of this hand wasn't depleted, it wouldn't disappear!
However, Lugansk Zoia,dared to confront a royal-level blow head-on. Where did his confidence come from?
"Domain, Judgment guillotine!" Lugansk Zoia shouted loudly, and the aura of light all over his body surged. A bright white sphere appeared under his feet and quickly expanded, covering the space within several kilometers around Lugansk Zoia as the center!
The white sphere covered a forest outside Sacred Heart City, isolating the world inside the sphere from the world outside.
This was a skill that only esteemed-level experts could master, a talent possessed only by esteemed-level experts—the Domain!
After becoming an esteemed-level expert, not only did one's personal combat effectiveness and lifespan experience qualitative leaps, but the most important thing was mastering the Domain.
In one's own Domain, the master's combat effectiveness would increase exponentially! And everyone had their own unique Domain, some enhancing themselves, while others weakening others.
But no matter what kind of Domain it was, it couldn't be underestimated!
And different Domains also fell into three, six, nine grades, just like one's talents. Lugansk Zoia's Domain—Judgment Stage was a superior-grade Domain!
This was the source of Lugansk Zoia's confidence in daring to confront a royal-level blow head-on.
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