The God's Games

But what they didn't know was that Jenlyns hadn't given the task to anyone.

He thought to himself, since he had been told to wait patiently, there was no need to send anyone to their deaths.

They just needed to survive until the moment Jenlyns mentioned; that could be their opportunity for a counterattack.

With that in mind, Jenlyns informed Father Barry and the Adventurers' Guild, then ordered everyone to conserve their strength and prepare for a defensive retreat.

Perhaps feeling the same way as Jenlyns, Father Barry and the Adventurers' Guild did not oppose Jenlyns's decision and immediately began to execute his plan.

But the reality wasn't something Jenlyns could simply evade.

Five high-level demons stood separately at the city gate, exchanging glances, then began to weave magical traces beneath their feet.

Standing at the church entrance, Hanjun sensed this aura, narrowing his eyes as he looked outside the city, his heart sinking.

Father Barry noticed Hanjun's strange behavior and quickly asked, "Holy Son, what's happening?"

Hanjun slowly replied, "It's magic; the demons are likely going to use forbidden spells."

It seemed the demon army had finally decided not to hold back, or perhaps they were annoyed by Ulon City's guerrilla tactics and simply opted to unleash forbidden spells directly.

Without the protection of barriers, a single forbidden spell could annihilate the entire city.

Previously, they had worried whether the Holy Son from the Church of Light would intervene, but so much time had passed without any news from him; it was unlikely they would wait until that moment.

Upon hearing this, Father Barry turned pale with fright. "A forbidden spell? But Ulon City no longer has any barriers…"

This meant that once a forbidden spell was unleashed, the entire Ulon City would be finished, and they wouldn't wait for reinforcements.

With the warlock still absent, was it true that Ulon City could only meet its end here?

Father Barry didn't dare to voice this grim reality loudly, fearing that those inside the church would panic upon hearing the news, which could lead to chaos.

Yet even so, what could they do?

Father Barry was engulfed in anxiety, unsure how to defuse the crisis in this situation.

"Holy Son…"

Father Barry couldn't help but speak up.

Before he could finish his sentence, a dragon's roar echoed, and the sky was obscured by the dragon's wings, casting a massive shadow over them.

It was the injured Butch who took to the skies again!

The air was even filled with the metallic scent of blood emanating from his wounds, yet he still spread his wings to shield the entire Ulon City.

Father Barry was utterly astonished and exclaimed, "Wasn't Butch injured? Why is he rushing up there?"

Hanjun could understand Butch's thoughts.

As a dragon, his physical defense and magical resistance were maxed out.

Given his current condition, he should have no problem blocking this forbidden spell.

So without a moment's hesitation, he soared into the sky.

The forbidden spell of the high-level demons was taking shape, and suddenly, the midday sky was enveloped in dark clouds.

The sun was obscured beneath heavy layers of clouds, casting a gloomy shadow over everything.

Accompanying this was the deafening roar of thunder; if it weren't for the magic, people might have thought a storm was about to break.

But everyone stood outside, looking up at the dragon like a guardian protecting them.

The thunder provided no warning, crashing down with a roar.

The lightning that exploded in the night sky was so bright it could dazzle the eyes of those nearby.

People only saw a flash erupt in front of them, striking the body of the giant dragon.

Aside from the thunder, they also heard the dragon's anguished roars.

The sounds of thunder and the cries of pain echoed in their ears, tightening everyone's hearts.

However, as their vision gradually cleared, they noticed that the mass of dark clouds hadn't dissipated; small bolts of lightning flickered within, indicating that the forbidden spell was far from over.

But when people turned to look at Butch, they saw wisps of smoke curling from his singed body, and his flight was unsteady, wobbling precariously as if he could barely hold on.

Everyone held their breath, fearing that Butch might fall to the ground and not get back up.

In the midst of this, Butch gasped for breath, raised his head, and let out a roar at the dark clouds above, seemingly expressing that he wouldn't be so easily defeated.

Yet the demon general outside the city gate revealed a smug expression: "Hmph, it's not over yet."

Just as the demon general said, this was only the beginning.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

But after enduring that first strike, how could Butch withstand what was to come?

After the first bolt of lightning, the thunder continued to rumble, signaling that many more strikes were about to follow.

The dragon gritted his teeth, knowing he couldn't endure the lightning strikes any longer and could only unleash his dragon breath to alleviate the pressure.

But when millions of lightning bolts rained down simultaneously, he had no defenses and bore the brunt of such a powerful attack.

People only heard a weak wailing sound, accompanied by a blood rain that fell incessantly, revealing the giant dragon facing its enemies.

Everyone was stunned.

The lightning continued to strike down, hitting the ground with such force that it shattered the earth, sending rocks flying in every direction.

Yet what shocked them the most was that the giant dragon was shrinking, powerless as it fell from the sky.

Butch had failed; even the dragon could not withstand the power of the demons.

Didn't this prove that humans, in the end, could not resist the forces of the demons?

Any further resistance was futile, for they were about to die.

In this critical moment, they clearly realized this.

Submit, submit to death, and do not resist any longer.

This awareness lingered in their minds, causing everyone to instantly abandon their fight, and even the players were unsurprised.