novelraw Chapter 80: What exactly is burning?
Chapter 80: What exactly is burning?
Actually, if things didn't go well, Beihai would fight the Prince, but the probability of a fight was likely close to zero.
Beihai somewhat underestimated the effect of this kind of domain. After raising his hand to cast the healing domain, everyone within his line of sight began to glow. All the injured Heroes got up.
The key was that their morale had also inexplicably skyrocketed.
Originally, they were all hastily scattering and fleeing, but now they gathered back together, surrounding the Prince in a tight circle. Each one was brimming with high morale and rubbing their fists together, as if there had been no rout just moments before.
"How did you do that? Not bad! You actually had this trick up your sleeve."
How eagerly the Prince had charged earlier was inversely proportional to how terrible his mood was now. He had originally pierced through like a sharp sword, with a retreat path still possible. But now, with this wave of revivals, he was directly trapped inside an encirclement.
This miraculous scene was something even Aladdin hadn't anticipated. With such a divine skill, wouldn't one be invincible in every battle? He wished he could strip Beihai bare and examine him, to see if there were any other secrets he hadn't detected.
"Isn't it normal to heal after being at low health? It even boosts morale. Let's eliminate the Prince now."
Beihai had tried the healing skill, so naturally he had to try the next effect—the Invincible Golden Body. He just didn't know if it would be like Divine Might, where when attacked, he couldn't touch the actual body.
With this thought in mind, he had just charged in when he was carried back out by the various Heroes. They were definitely going to slay the Prince, but they had other plans for Beihai.Beihai was held back by them, but it didn't feel like obstruction. It felt more like warriors charging forward, while the healer just needs to stay in the back and focus on healing.
Unconsciously, several warriors came to Beihai's side, surrounding him and turning their backs to him. This way, Beihai could perfectly execute the move of frowning and stepping forward to protect the warriors.
"Sir Knight, please don't act rashly."
"I'm not being rash."
During this conversation, the situation on the front lines changed in the blink of an eye. Although it was supposed to be a one-on-one duel, for some reason it had turned into a massive free-for-all. But that didn't hinder the Prince's ferocity.
We could call him cruel, call him utterly inhuman, but when it comes to fighting, he is absolutely not vague. However, this is normal.
After all, if he weren't that strong, he couldn't suppress the brutal army under his command. If he weren't that strong, he wouldn't have conquered so many countries.
And precisely because of his strength, naturally, there would be those who follow him, who pursue that kind of pure violence.
The encirclement was quickly torn apart again. The Prince, sitting on his horse, laughed heartily, and of course, some taunts were inevitable: "Didn't we agree to follow the rules and have a one-on-one duel with me?"
Naturally, someone retorted. After all, the other side was in the wrong. Even if we gang up on him, it's called righteous gang-up!
"What's the point of a duel with scum like you? Besides, you were the first to break the rules. Since you did such a thing, naturally we will all rise up and attack you together."
"Hahaha! Then let's see if you have what it takes!"
After the Prince's cruel, sinister laugh, he raised his hand and unleashed flames. The Castle Prince himself had three main pillars of reliance. The first was his treasured sword, the second was fire, and the third was his luck.
The first two counted as his personal martial prowess. The last one was somewhat heaven-defying. To have reached this point, his luck was extremely important, almost achieving whatever he wished for.
Beihai was essentially watching an otherworldly version of Xiang Yu—28 people chasing and cutting down over 3,000. Just who was surrounding whom here?
A reverse encirclement isn't supposed to work like this!
Seeing massive casualties appear again, Beihai could only activate his healing once more. And this time, an accident occurred: the Prince noticed Beihai.
Of course, Beihai himself had no problem with that. Noticed? So what? He'd love for the other to charge over and have a real man's duel with him. The problem lay with these Heroes.
Several Heroes protecting Beihai, upon noticing the Prince's attention shifting here, hurriedly grabbed his arm and tried to drag him backward.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
"You've used healing twice now. Your body must be weak. Naturally, we have to protect you!"
"You are the hope of this battle!"
Every Hero on the battlefield grew passionate. They gathered together, blocking the Prince's path one after another. They gathered with absolute determination.
The Prince had already charged right up to Beihai. Just as the two were about to clash,
those warriors seized every opening, using their own bodies to block the confrontation between the two. This startled Beihai so much he quickly withdrew his palm, afraid of harming the innocent.
Even when easily cut down, they still refused to give up. A Hero shouted,
"If you want to harm him, you'll have to step over my corpse!"
No sooner had these words been spoken than the Prince pulled the reins, causing his horse to rear up and stomp its hooves forward—very quickly—landing on another Hero.
"No! Brother!"
The Prince frowned, finding the noise annoying, and used his sword to cut down an assassin trying to attack him.
"No! Father!"
"No! Sworn brother."
"No!"
"Stop shouting! You keep shouting! I'll cut you down first! What, so you have a lot of relatives, okay?"
A Hero rushed forward to hold his injured father, while the others quickly provided cover. The world suddenly fell silent, as if the slaughter had stopped.
"Father, how... how did this happen? Why are you here?"
The young man was bewildered, but his father just said calmly, "I promised your mother I would take care of you. My only regret is not seeing you marry and have children."
The young man, filled with resolve, watched his comrades fall one by one around him. He knew they weren't truly dead;
they had transferred all their will onto him. He had to stop the enemy!
"I will definitely stop you!"
Everyone present harbored such firm protagonist-like will. They shouted about friendship, the will of their comrades manifesting on their bodies. Healing spells were cast on themselves. Clearly, all hope rested on me!
So how could we possibly lose to such a Demon?!
Similarly, they all shared a common goal: to protect Beihai.
As for the person in question, his current situation was quite unfavorable, because seriously, what exactly are they all getting so fired up about?
The key point is they're wasting my healing spells. If it were me, I'd have won long ago.