In the instant the Fireball Technique left his hand!
Transformed into a monster, Mayer sprang into action at once!
Under Naris's command, like a guard who had embraced death, his agile figure shot forward, attempting to use his body to block the attack of the fireball.
A gust of wind arose from his massive body, carrying with it the brittle, yellow leaves that danced in the air, even the mud and dust were stirred up!
But even with such swift speed, it was already too late.
With the aid of Superbrain, Colin had already accurately grasped Mayer's speed and had taken it into account.
He was very confident in this strike!
Boom!
Sure enough, the next moment, the fireball successfully hit Naris!
The shockwave, mixed with flames, spread out in a ring, sweeping aside the upturned yellow leaves and the red dust!
'Success?' Colin coughed, clutching his waist and abdomen as he struggled to rise, his gaze fixed intently on the center of the explosion!
Superbrain only ensured that the fireball was highly likely to hit Naris, but whether it could kill Naris... he was not so sure!
With this in mind, he did not pause but continued to unleash power towards the center of the explosion.
After landing the hit just now, Mayer had suddenly stopped, motionless—perhaps...
"Cough, cough—"
Colin couldn't help coughing twice more, bracing himself with his right hand against the wide trunk of a nearby tree.
To make the act convincing, the wound in his waist and abdomen was a fatal injury for an ordinary wizard.
For him, it was not fatal, but it was still very serious.
Even with his Strong Life Talent, in such a short time, he could only slightly recover his ability to move; to recover significantly would require at least half a day... and to heal completely, it would take at least several days.
Fortunately, under his control, the wounds in his waist and abdomen didn't affect the Magic Sea, and the Mechanical Mind could temporarily ignore the pain... thus his spellcasting was not significantly affected.
He still had the ability to fight; it was just that his movements were somewhat hampered...
Although there were many thoughts in his heart, it all happened in the blink of an eye.
His cough hadn't finished when the shockwave had already begun to dissipate, and the rising red dust slowly settled.
The view became clear gradually.
"Ugh, ugh—!"
A faint sound came through.
'It seems like Nasi is struggling to cry out...' thought Colin, but almost at the same time, his pupils contracted sharply as he realized something.
Nasi was still in his grasp? Could it be that the Priest had not died!
"Almost..."
At this time, at the center of the explosion, a voice suddenly came through.
Naris, tearing off his tattered Divine Robe, glared at Colin with dark and brooding eyes and muttered,
"If it hadn't been for the Pope's blessing... you almost succeeded!"
While speaking, he reluctantly opened his palm and dark red fragments of the Divine Emblem fell, scattering in the night breeze.
Seeing this, Colin felt a heaviness in his heart...
Naris looked up, fixing his gaze on Colin, his eyes filled with repressed fury.
"The Pope's precious blessing is wasted because of you! Have you thought about how you want to die?"
Swoosh!
The dark red monster, which was still at Naris's side, suddenly started to move again.
It walked toward Colin, step by step, in silence.
The massive figure was intimidating!
"If you kneel down and beg me, declare your faith in my lord, perhaps I'll spare your life... What do you say, want to try?"
Naris carefully stepped back from Colin, continuing to speak in a light tone, but couldn't hide his hatred.
Colin paid him no mind, took a deep breath, and the energy within surged as the Steel Temperature Resistance Field appeared once again, instantly restoring the slightly damaged Elf Armor to its original state!
His eyes were resolute, ready for the battle ahead!
Although the plan had not succeeded, it wasn't as if he would just surrender...
The battle continues!
Having grown from the small islands to his current state, he was not like Margaret, born with every advantage, a coward afraid of death!
At this moment, the dark red monster had already reached him, and its arm slowly lifted.
And then, the blood-red claw came crashing down swiftly!
Swoosh!
'Targeting the left shoulder, step lightly to the right!'
Colin calmly countered the attack from the dark red monster.
But the next second, he paused slightly.
The gale hit his face, whipping his golden hair wildly.
Yet the dark red monster's claw, as if frozen, halted mid-air!
"What's happening?!"
Naris, not far away, noticed something was wrong and murmured with furrowed brows.
In that moment,
A howling wind, arising from nowhere, suddenly swept through, lifting the red dust and rustling down large swathes of leaves.
Following that, the bright moonlight poured down.
And with the moonlight came a spine-chilling, horrifying presence.
Naris looked up to the sky instinctively.
Unbeknownst to him, the dark clouds had dissipated, leaving no trace.
At this moment, the night sky was clear, with the moon hanging high, surrounded by stars.
Four figures stood divided into two groups, facing off in the sky.
Of the three figures on the right, standing side by side, all were clad in Wizard Robes—evidently, they were wizards.
And to the left, covered in a dark red Divine Robe, was the familiar figure of Pope Wan Lai'er!
"This can't be..."
Naris muttered to himself in a daze.
Pope Wan Lai'er's presence was weak, and he looked pale and haggard as the dark red flames of the Divine Projection enveloped him, rolling tumultuously with an indescribable force swelling and spreading around him.
This fluctuation caused the Divine Power within Naris to surge uncontrollably.