Although Vampiric Touch was not as glamorous as many arcane spells, nor would it cause bleeding wounds, what it extracted was the most essential part of life.
For a person, once a large amount of life force was extracted, he would be as weak as if he had a serious illness. In the worst case, he would die. There was absolutely no chance of survival.
Obviously, Sander's excellent physique allowed him to have a vitality that was beyond the reach of ordinary people. After losing 30 points of his life force, he still did not fall. Instead, he cast a "Silence Spell" as fast as he could, and then raised his head-mace to launch a frenzied attack.
It had to be said that his strategy was very clear. First, he would stop his opponent from chanting spells, then use violent attacks to stop any possible casting actions.
As a priest, from the first day of training, their mentors would teach them how to deal with all kinds of professions and monsters in battle. Among them, mages who had killed many gods were the most important. For this reason, the gods even created divine spells such as the Silence Spell, which was specially designed to deal with mages.
Once under the Silence Spell, not to mention chanting spells, even speaking would not be able to make a sound. Before the effect disappeared, they could only be mute.
Many mages had accidentally been hit by this divine spell in battle with priests, and as a result, they were killed or captured by the other party.
But Sander had obviously forgotten one thing, and that was that the badge of the members of the Linton City Mage Association was all added with a Voice Spell. The purpose was to counter the Silence Spell.
André had a mocking smile on his face. While nimbly dodging the heavy head-mace, he mocked mercilessly, "What, are you angry from embarrassment?
Or do you think you can hit me with this clumsy way of attacking?
Save your energy, maybe I'll give you a slightly easier death on account of your cooperation. "
"You … You can still talk?!"
Perhaps it was because he was too shocked, but Sander's hammer missed its target and he almost lost his balance and stumbled.
One had to know that the Silence spell was one of his greatest trump cards. It was also because of this divine spell that he dared to boast. After all, a mage who could chant spells and a mage who couldn't were completely different.
"Hehe, my dear Mr. Priest, it seems that you don't understand the difference in strength between us. But that's alright, I'll make you realize it soon."
As he spoke, André quickly retreated to a safe distance, his hands flying up and down in a complicated pattern. In a short ten seconds, he had completed a rank 6 arcana spell – Advanced Dispel Magic.
He raised his right index finger and pointed at the priests who were glowing with a strong divine light. A blinding white light immediately exploded in the middle.
The formless energy storm engulfed everything within a few dozen meters in the blink of an eye and disintegrated all the spells, regardless of whether they were good or bad.
Just as the description stated, this spell was an upgraded version of the Rank 3 Arcane Spell, Dispel Magic. Its dispelling effect was stronger, and at the same time, it was harder to defend against, especially when the caster's level was much higher than the opponent's.
"No!!
No!
No!
No! "
Sandel let out a heart-wrenching cry as he watched his companion's divine spell being dispelled. He knew very well that without the support of spells, the combat power of priests was no match for warriors and knights. It would only take a few minutes for them to be engulfed by the endless army of fire elementals.
But unfortunately, some things were just like Murphy's Law. The more you didn't want it to happen, the more it would happen.
In less than a minute, a female priest was pushed to the ground by two medium-sized fire elementals. She screamed like a pig being slaughtered, and her entire body was quickly burnt into a charred corpse in the raging flames.
The rest did not last long either. In three to five minutes, this elite team of priests belonging to the Church of the God of Tyranny was completely wiped out. Only Sander was left kneeling on the ground in a daze, his eyes filled with fear.
Without a doubt, his plan to infiltrate Lincoln City had failed. This was because a single priest would not be able to build a church in a large city that was hostile to the Church of the God of Tyranny.
Despair!
Despair that came from the bottom of his heart!
Sander did not dare to imagine how the bishop would punish him!
He also could not imagine how he would explain himself to the God of Tyranny after his death!
Extreme fear caused his faith to waver. Not long after, the dark red divine power on his body began to fade rapidly. Anyone with a little common sense could tell that this was a sign that he had lost his priest rank.
As the saying went, if a high and mighty priest lost the favor of the God of Tyranny, he would be worse than a stray dog by the roadside.
Zebulun, who was watching the development of the battle from afar, had a fierce look in his eyes. Without saying a word, he pulled out a poisoned dagger hidden in his clothes and stabbed it into his brother's neck.
"Pu!"
With the sound of a sharp blade piercing into flesh, Dandy's neck immediately spurted blood. He screamed and fell off his horse, a look of disbelief on his face.
"Zebulun!
What are you doing?
Have you lost your mind? "
Not only him, but the surrounding guards and the other two invited mages were also dumbfounded. They stared with wide eyes at this scene.
"I'm sorry, my dear brother. You've made the wrong choice. For the continuation of the family and for our little sister to not become someone's plaything, I have to stand up and correct this mistake."
With that, Zebulun raised the huge garnet staff in his hand and shot out a deadly magic missile.
"Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Bang … "
Dandy did not even have time to react before his head was hit by a missile that drew a beautiful arc. For a moment, his brain splattered everywhere!
After the beautiful bullet screen, he had completely turned into a lifeless corpse. His head was like a smashed watermelon, and even his facial features could not be distinguished.
After doing all this, Zebulun quickly cast a Phantasmagoria spell on himself and announced loudly in front of countless people, "As the current head of the Brest family, I order everyone to give up resistance!
We have lost this war! "
As soon as he finished speaking!
The archbishop of the God of War, who was in charge of supervising, immediately raised the golden horn in his hand and blew it again.
"Woo … woo … woo …"
The soldiers belonging to the Brest family felt as if they had been pardoned. They immediately threw away the weapons in their hands and turned to run. Their spirits were already on the verge of collapse. Even if they did not surrender now, they would collapse in a few minutes …