What is an offensive priest?

Chapter 29 Golden Dragon Bloodline!

Until the aura of hell completely dissipated, the lush green forest returned to its former appearance.

Richard finally breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

Due to the side effects of the Bloodlust modifier, his body was extremely weak at the moment and he had no fighting ability left.

He was just putting on a show to force Mizora away.

After the Archdruid Mok was exiled to Avernus by Mizora.

Like the last straw, it completely broke the will of the remaining Shadow Druids.

When Richard's gaze swept over them, these once fierce and warlike shadow druids trembled like startled quails.

They did not believe they could defeat the human priest who had vanquished the devil with his bare hands.

"Take us to the underground chamber."

Richard's voice was a little hoarse because of the wound on his shoulder, but his authority remained undiminished.

He looked at the elven druid who had been standing guard on the wall; the latter was now huddled beside an oak root, his face ashen.

Upon hearing Richard's order, he dared not delay and immediately led the two to the dark room where the druids were imprisoned.

"Sir Richard, your injury..."

Avel followed behind Richard.

My gaze fell on the shocking penetrating wound on his right shoulder.

Even through the broken chainmail, one could see the charred, carbonized muscle around the wound, and the faint, pale bone fragments visible deep inside.

After the battle ended, Richard immediately cast a healing spell on himself.

A pale golden holy light enveloped the wound, barely stopping its spread, but the hellish wound inflicted by the Chain Demon was extremely difficult to treat.

The damage caused by the devil's weapon is permeated with the energy of hellish desecration; its essence is not physical damage, but pollution at the level of rules.

Ordinary healing techniques are rarely effective, and even with the divine protection of Los Santos, Richard could not recover in a short time.

"It's alright, it's nothing."

Avel frowned slightly, then suddenly stepped in front of Richard and pulled out a crystal bottle the size of a thumb from his robe.

It was covered with dense sealing runes, seemingly suppressing some kind of power.

After the spell was broken, a violent and powerful primal force, like the breath of a dragon, instantly broke through the bottleneck.

"This is a drop of blessed golden dragon blood. It can strengthen your racial bloodline and improve your recovery ability. It should be able to counteract the aura of the Hell's Wound."

Golden Dragon Blood!

Richard's eyes widened upon hearing this.

The value of a single drop of blessed dragon blood far surpasses that of refined dragon blood obtained through hunting, and cannot even be measured in adamantite, not to mention that it comes from the most powerful gold dragon among the metal dragons!

Legend has it that the naturally lawful and benevolent golden dragons find it hard to trust mortals, and only those warriors who dedicate their lives to eliminating evil and protecting others are worthy of this blessing!

It's something that can only be encountered by chance.

Throughout the entire continent of Faerûn, only a select few dragon vein sorcerers possess this unique and innate talent.

If the drop of golden dragon blood in Aiver's hand were to be exposed, it would be enough to cause a frenzy of looting throughout the northern part of Sword Bay.

For the paladin Kro, it held an irresistible allure; with this bloodline's blessing, his strength would undergo a qualitative leap.

But there was no hesitation in Avel's eyes.

"This is too expensive, I can't accept it!"

"Hold Person!"

Avel seemed to have anticipated Richard's refusal, and brandished his staff.

Second-circle spell, Freeze Humans

Caught completely off guard, Richard froze instantly.

"This little bit of stuff is nothing compared to the care you've shown me."

Please don't refuse anymore!

Avel frowned, his gaze towards Richard filled with resentment.

She raised her hand and pried open Richard's mouth. As he swallowed the golden dragon blood that exuded a violent aura, an indescribable power surged within his body.

Thanks to the golden dragon's blessing, this drop of dragon blood essence not only did not violently reject him, but instead, like a gentle warm current, completely merged into his bloodline.

The charred, dead flesh on the shoulder peeled away, revealing healthy, pink tissue underneath, and the wound began to heal at a visible speed.

At the same time, the immobilization spell was also dispelled by Avir.

Richard moved his right arm.

Not only is it as agile as ever, it's even stronger than before.

[Entry Awakening: Golden Dragon's Blessing lv1 (0/1000)]

[Quality: Legendary]

[Effect: Gain a trace of Golden Dragon bloodline, permanently gain resistance to fire damage, enhance self-healing ability, Strength attribute +1, Constitution attribute +2]

[Talent: Dragon's Breath: Gain fire breath, dealing massive fire damage to enemies in a cone-shaped area]

[Entry Upgrade: Supreme Iron Fist → Divine Fierce Fist]

[Effect: Values ​​stack, adding Holy Fire damage in addition to the Radiant attribute]

This is Richard's first time obtaining a legendary attribute, which not only directly boosts his attributes but is also a growth-type attribute.

More importantly, the Holy Iron Fist also evolved as a result.

——Basic Attributes——

[Strength: 16 (+1)] (Strength, Athletic Ability, Physical Potential)

Agility: 10 (Flexibility, Reaction Speed, Balance)

[Constitution: 12 (+2)] (Health, Endurance, Vitality)

[Intelligence: 10] (Thinking, memory, and logical abilities)

[Perception: 15] (Observation, Insight, Harmony)

[Charisma: 13] (Appearance and demeanor, cohesion, persuasiveness)

Avel silently observed Richard's changes, and only after sensing the golden dragon aura gradually stabilizing within him did he step forward and ask with concern.

"Sir Richard, how are you feeling?"

Richard looked at Avel's concerned eyes and didn't know how to respond for a moment.

"It has fully recovered."

"I have no way to repay this precious gift from you."

Avel suddenly smiled, seemingly unconcerned about any of this.

"Thank goodness you're alright!"

Led by the elven druid, the two arrived behind the statue of Severus.

He extended his slightly trembling hand and pressed it on an inconspicuous spot covered in moss at the base of the statue.

click-

The sound of the mechanism turning.

On the side of the statue's base, a wall that appears to blend seamlessly with the surrounding stone slabs slowly recedes inward before sliding to one side, revealing a dark staircase extending downwards behind it.

The steps are narrow, allowing only one person to pass at a time, and the walls on both sides are rough natural rock faces covered with damp moss.

The air was filled with the smells of mildew, earth, and a faint stench of blood.

The stone chamber had no windows; the only light came from a few wall lamps burning with a ghostly green phosphorescent glow.

It was fuel refined from moss, and the dim, eerie light made the entire space resemble a tomb.

In the center of the stone chamber, twelve druids were imprisoned.

It was a cage made of thick iron thorns, the vines tightly intertwined and covered with three-inch-long black spikes, which would prick anyone who tried to touch it.