Equipment Printing School Mage

As the priest cast his spell, a blue-white transparent halo suddenly appeared on Mars' body, completely covering the area several meters around him.

There are two most iconic powers of the Paladin.

One is the Holy Slash, which imbues weapons with divine power, making undead creatures and demons particularly terrified. The other is the Protective Aura, which can protect oneself and allies.

The magic of the immobilization spell collided with the paladin's aura, instantly vanishing into thin air. It didn't even slow the paladin's movements for a moment.

...The downside is that for a class like the Paladin, which has extremely high resistance, the success rate is quite pitiful. And if the spell fails to work, it's like wasting mana and time.

The two wargs had already rushed into the attack range, and they both paused at the same time, then leaped high with the hobgoblin on their backs. The wargs' sharp teeth and the hobgoblin's lances flashed with the same cold light.

The earth goblin leader also stretched out his finger at Mars, and several flame rays immediately erupted.

"...scorching rays." Mars whispered.

The hobgoblins possessed a natural talent for spellcasting. It was rumored that there was even a systematic elite organization within the hobgoblin community dedicated to teaching those with this talent.

However, although this organization teaches arcane magic, it only advocates the destructive power of arcane magic. Therefore, these graduates always seem to be proficient in the most direct spells.

Perhaps, the hobgoblin lurker who just ambushed him also graduated from a similar organization.

But now was not the time for academic research. Mars's body reacted faster than his brain.

As soon as the wolf rider crouched down, Mars turned around and pounced to one side.

The speed at which the paladin swings his sword is also faster than the speed at which the wolf pounces.

He stepped on the ground with his right foot, his body spun rapidly, and the giant sword drew a long arc in the air.

The hobgoblin's lance fell within the slashing range.

This should have been a very ordinary slash, but the speed and force of the slash were faster than the common sense of the earth elves.

The greatsword swung across the wooden handle of the lance, and the lance was cut off in one blow. The spear head grazed Mars's arm, leaving an inconspicuous mark before being pulled away by his muscles.

But cutting off the lance was not the original purpose of this attack.

The giant sword cut off the lance, but its speed hardly decreased at all. Instead, it fell into the wolf's open kiss with extraordinary precision.

The skull is one of the hardest bones in an animal, but only when the wolf's lips are wide open will it expose the weakest part of its skull.

By the time the wolf realized the level of enemy he was facing, it was too late.

The sharp giant sword instantly cut off the wolf's teeth. The sword tip rubbed and cut against the wolf's cervical vertebrae, making a teeth-grinding breaking sound. The strange and rapid vibration on the sword edge completely destroyed the wolf's neck in an instant.

The foul-smelling wolf blood gushed out instantly, but the wolf was in mid-air and could no longer slow down.

The paladin's slash continued to extend backwards without mercy, and the wolf's left leg fell to the ground cleanly.

The wolf was almost killed on the spot, and the hobgoblin cavalry on it were naturally not spared either.

However, after the sharp blade almost cut the wolf in two, it finally encountered the enemy.

The black vine-woven armor rings on the hobgoblin's calves successfully offset most of the blade's power, but the sword still managed to cut into his leg.

Amidst the crackling sound, the wolf rider's calf was completely reduced to a pool of rotten meat, and the warg fell to the ground without a sound.

At the moment of this slash, another wolf-riding cavalryman arrived behind the holy warrior.

The force field shield, which had not yet completely dissipated, had already circled back to his back in time, and the wolf's kiss hit the shield heavily.

However, the Paladin's luck ended there.

The lance, carrying the wolf's speed and mass, had already brushed past the paladin's ribs before the force field shield, easily penetrating the thin magic armor and leaving a deep wound on his ribs as the paladin's body rotated.

"...!"

Mars groaned, and his peripheral vision caught a glimpse of the roaring flames.

He put the sword in his left hand, and stretched out his right hand, tightly grasping the earth goblin's neck.

He had originally intended to pull the entire wolf rider in front of him, but he hadn't anticipated that the wolf rider's mount was even more complete than he'd imagined. In fact, the wolf rider was practically tied to the wolf.

But that's okay.

Mars clenched his teeth, the muscles on the right side of his body bulged high, and he roared. The hobgoblin, who had been pretending to be strong, immediately let out a hysterical scream.

The wolf sensed something was wrong and started flapping its four legs frantically.

He actually lifted the hobgoblin and his mount with one arm, and the hobgoblin's neck, which was the point of force, creaked, the skin cracked, and blood gushed out.

The paladin roared, turned his body, lifted up the hobgoblin and his wolf mount, and threw them forward.

While still in mid-air, the hobgoblin's neck was completely overwhelmed and broke into two with a tragic cracking sound.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The wolf's body turned into a perfect shield, perfectly blocking the path of the scorching ray. The sudden heavy blow made the wolf wail, lost its balance in the air, and hit the ground crookedly, with clear sounds of broken bones in its limbs.

In the first encounter, although the holy knight was injured, the elite wolf cavalry lost two horses.

The hobgoblin leader's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Swinging a greatsword, breaking bones and beheading heads, even armor couldn't withstand your blows... Did you go to Cloud Mountain a few days ago?"

Mars walked back to the sword with an expressionless face, and while on guard against the lurker's second attack, he replied: "If you want to ask if I was the one who killed that patrol and stripped off their armor, then yes."

The earth goblin leader looked at Moonsong silently.

In reality, the hobgoblins themselves weren't particularly concerned about their identities being exposed—they were usually a secretive bunch, and with their Shadow Druid background, it didn't really matter. As long as they didn't cause any major trouble, no one would come to siege them anytime soon.

But their superiors, the shadow druids, are the most shady.

Moonsong was silent for a moment, watching the paladin put his hand on his wound.

When he raised his hand, the wound caused by the sacrifice of two groups of wolf cavalry had healed to its original state.

Holy Knights are really stubborn and tough. It is often time-consuming and laborious to kill them, but we cannot just ignore them, otherwise we will only pay a greater price.

So, sometimes, not fighting is also an option.

At this moment, a long wolf howl echoed around them, followed by several more wolf howls from all directions.

Moonsong hesitated for a moment, then pursed his lips and said, "Our goal has changed - to kill the Holy Knight with all our might. If we can capture him alive, we'll take him away. If not, we'll destroy his body."

The hobgoblin was a subordinate of the shadow druid. Todd was also living under someone else's roof at this time, and Moonsong was the commander here.

At this moment, Moonsong believed that the value of the Paladin himself was far higher than other targets.

——Even if he is dead.

The hobgoblin leader didn't object, but replied respectfully, "Your will."

Then he took one of the two horns from his waist, put it to his lips, and blew it violently.

The air blew through the horn, creating a harsh and mournful sound. After the horn sounded, the forest fell silent, and the rustling footsteps faded away.

Mars frowned and gripped the holy sword again.

At this moment, the belated moon slowly rose from the gap in the woods, casting a thin ray of moonlight on a corner of the forest.

It reflects a somewhat sneaky lurking shadow.

Mars swung the sword with all his might without hesitation, smashing it towards the target. This scene was obviously beyond the expectations of the Earth Elf Lurker. With just a slight hesitation, he missed the perfect opportunity to dodge.

In just a moment of distraction, the giant sword was already in front of him.

He struggled to fall back, but still couldn't completely avoid the attack of the giant sword. He had to take the risk of swinging the dagger in his hand and pushing it upwards slightly, trying to avoid the fate of being ripped open.

Then, he suffered the same fate as the dart before - the moment it came into contact with the vibrating sword blade, his whole body seemed to be hit head-on by a battering ram, and was instantly lifted high up, and slammed heavily into the tree trunk like a kite with a broken string, leaving behind a tooth-grinding collision and breaking sound, and then there was no sound.

Naturally, there was no way to retrieve the giant sword in time, but fortunately, the quality of his current half-sword was actually higher than the giant sword.

The paladin held the half-sword in his hand. "I'm sorry, I don't understand the horn. I assume it means I should attack?"

"..."

He received no answer. Only half of the original six siegemen remained. But each of the remaining warriors was stronger than the three he had defeated combined.

The first person to step forward was Moonsong himself.

He seemed to have not seen the fate of the three riders who had approached Mars before, and approached the holy knight calmly.

"...?"

Mars pondered for a moment.

This action was obviously unusual, but he was never afraid of such a test of courage.

Mars kept the other two in his sight, and at the same time, fearlessly raised his half-sword in front of him, pointing it at Moonsong's throat.

Then, three enemies began to cast spells at the same time.

A ruby-inlaid hammer appeared in Moonsong's hand at some point, and the air around him became colder and colder.

As if it was an illusion, the paladin seemed to hear the wailing of the soul.

"...Souls surround us."

A third-level spell that calls upon souls to surround itself, imbuing its attacks with the power of the dead and restricting the movements of nearby enemies.

Powerful and dangerous, but also carries great risks due to its limited range.

For example, you must be within four meters of the target.

Even though the spellcasters' spell range was often not as good as those of the composite shortbows, a mere four meters was still far too dangerous.

At this moment, a strange burning sensation spread along the exposed skin on his back. Soon, a thick yellow-green fog entered his field of vision along his neck. Just a slight breath made Mars' eyes and nose feel severely stinging.

Fifth-ring spell, Death Cloud.

If he stayed in this cloud range, he would really die.

Mars' pace suddenly quickened. As soon as he stepped out of the range of the Death Cloud, the earth elves' bombardment followed.

A blanket of icy storm descended from the sky above Mars's head, bringing severe cold and impact.

"...Absorb the elements." Despite the stinging pain in his throat, he absorbed some of the severe coldness in his body and incorporated it into the edge of his sword.

At the same time, the hailstones all over the ground inevitably slowed down Mars's speed. At this moment, the soul summoned by the soul circle silently bumped into Mars' body, slowing his pace again.

Thus, Moonsong's preparations were complete.

Mars's sword was only an arm's length away from Moonsong's throat, and Moonsong pressed the hammer against the tip of the sword: "——Magic Energy Explosion!"

That was the warlock's most iconic offensive spell, crude enough in principle to make any spellcaster laugh. If these sorcerers, who prayed to the gods everywhere, actually received some powerful inheritance from their masters to enhance their magic power... then the spellcasters wouldn't be able to laugh either.

This is especially true when the warlock does not act alone.

Mars raised the tip of his sword and avoided the obstruction of the hammer.

Just as the sword was about to pierce Moonsong's throat, a burst of magic energy exploded and hit him.

The power of the magic explosion is indeed the kind that Mars least wants to see.

The magic power on it is not that strong, but it has a strange repulsive force attached to it.

Therefore, no matter how strong the paladin's lower body was, he could no longer keep his balance and took several steps backward before he could barely stand.

At the same time, he subconsciously breathed in the yellow-green death cloud.

So, he was now within the range of the Death Cloud Spell again - and at the same time, he was standing on the ice of the ice storm, his movements restricted by the spirits of the dead surrounding him.

Even if he tried to rush forward, he would be pushed back into the death cloud by Moonsong's bombardment at any time.

Holding your breath is useless. The Death Cloud isn't some harmless thing that won't hurt you if you don't breathe—just standing in it will cause severe damage to any exposed mucous membranes.

In short, Mars is about to die.

Mars calmly recognized this fact.

At least he wasn't interested in sitting back and waiting for death.

If it were an ordinary paladin, he would be somewhat helpless in the face of this predicament, but he is not an ordinary paladin.

Mars lowered his head and began his final counterattack.

"Mr. Muensson."

His figure transformed into dim mist and melted into the darkness. It passed through Moonsong's body as fast as the wind and re-formed behind the former druid.

Mars coldly turned the half-sword over, passed it through his armpit, and pierced through Moonsong's body.

The sword edge shone with golden light, and the brilliant light spread along the sword wound to Moonsong's body.

"Soul Surround is a very powerful spell, and it is indeed suitable for sorcerers to a certain extent." Mars commented.

Moonsong looked at the tip of the sword protruding from his chest, and roared while struggling in pain: "- What's the point of killing me? Your friends and that Fenwei are already in the holy land of the Sharptooth Forest--" Before he finished speaking, the brilliant light of the Holy Slash spread to his whole body along with the gurgling blood, and finally exploded.

His body fell heavily to the ground. Strangely, just as his body was about to be swallowed by the wilderness, a bright red door suddenly appeared under him, swallowing up Moonsong's remaining body.