??73: Chapter 29: Can’t Do It_1
73: Chapter 29: Can’t Do It_1
[Invincible Prayer]
Active Skill of Holy Light School
Mastery requirent: Level 1 Holy Light Knowledge
Consumption/limitation: 15 Magic Power, 10 Faith Points, possess the ability to speak
Effect: Pray for a specific target, enhancing its constitution by 3%, increasing stamina recovery speed by 5%, greatly relieving bloody injuries.
The effect lasts for five minutes with a cooldown ti of 120 seconds.
Note: You may eventually die in battle, but please try your best to hang on for a few more minutes and confess your sins before your death to help
boost my performance.
Motan’s reaction could be described as the fastest next to Ned.
He had acted almost before Ned had finished speaking, applying the ‘Ruling Shield’ on Double Leaf, whose constitution was the worst.
He then imdiately cast ‘Invincible Prayer’ on Ned, who was at the forefront.
This Divine Arts buff skill was quite potent and the interval between this and the previous ‘Holy Word’ spell was not even one second.
In the [Realm of Innocence], there was no concept of global cooldown on spellcasting.
In theory, as long as players were quick enough, they could use a slew of skills not under the cooldown stage.
However, this theory was impractical, because even the simplest no-brainer skill required corresponding actions, gestures, or chanting to be activated.
Even so low-level warrior skills required raising the weapon-like movent.
Shooting required drawing a bow, pulling the trigger; casting spells required chanting or gestures; if one casts a ‘Whirlwind Slash, wouldn’t it make sense for the person to spin around?
Even though Motan’s two skill activations just now might not seem much to so NPCs or seasoned high-end players (there aren’t any at the mont),they were textbook examples of skill application for a rookie.
While murmuring a blessing for Double Leaf, Motan’s other hand was already aid at Ned.
Imdiately after the ‘Ruling Shield’ ca into effect, he turned around and made two ‘Blessing’ gestures towards him.
(PS: The skill description says to lightly touch the pinky and thumb, curve the index finger slightly, extend the ring and middle fingers, and then make a gesture with the palm sloping down at a 45-degree angle.)
Not that Motan was prodigiously gifted, a born gar, but compared to players like Double Leaf, Motan had a very clear advantage.
Experience!
Although the character Hei Fan had only used one skill since the account was created, and it was a simple lighting skill, this did not an Motan had no related experience.
As Tan Mo, he once faced two Redback Beasts and subdued them instantly.
As Mor, he gained a lot of combat experience under the attack of a large number of cannon fodder enemies.
Although each character’s own skills were sowhat limited, if they were added together…
“Impressive!” Ned, who was drawing his sword, praised Motan without looking back, then beckoned behind him, “Follow !”
Yinna, who seed a bit listless at first, was the fastest to react.
With the innate lightness and flexibility of an elf, she followed closely behind Ned after a few leaps.
At the sa ti, she already had two feathered arrows on her bow, with her ears quivering slightly, she loudly reported, “Behind a hill about 400 ters ahead, there is a battle going on.
I can’t tell how many are fighting!”
“That’s unreliable!” The lizardman Martial Monk, Sara, stomped on the ground with her feet that were twice the size of a human’s.
In a second, she appeared seven or eight ters away.
A few streaks of energy flowed on her two boxing gloves.
As she hurriedly moved forward, she shouted back, “Klabu, you take Hei Fan and the other one!”
The dark-skinned orc Klabu, who seed to be from an African tribe, had long since scrambled to his feet and muttered with a grimace, “You didn’t have to tell .”
Striding towards Motan and Double Leaf…
“Hey!
Wait a minute!
Big guy, what are you going to do?” Coupled with Saracha’s previous statent, Double Leaf suddenly had a bad hunch.
Klabu simply chuckled, slid his ax into the sheath on his back, scooped up two people under his arms, and started to run at large strides, “You two spellcasters are too slow.
Soone needs to take care of you.”
Double Leaf quickly dissipated the fireball in his hand, covering his nose with his sleeve cuff, and rolling his eyes all along.
Although Klabu cared about hygiene and did not stink like a regular orc, she felt it was a bit gross if she didn’t behave this way…
Motan, who was tucked under the other arm, was much more composed.
Right now, he is watching his character panel, calculating his magic power and faith recovery speed, trying to improve his understanding of his character.
As the only support character in the team, and since most of the few skills he had were re flashlights, Motan felt a bit of pressure…
The distance of 400 ters passed in the blink of an eye.
Even for an ordinary person to run this distance would take less than two minutes, let alone the likes of Ned.
In less than half a minute, the crowd had crossed the low hill in front of them.
The terrain here was desolate, not far away from the border of the Marshal’s Territory, and it was almost uninhabited on normal days.
But now…
Motan had just been put down on the ground by a dazed looking Klabu, only then had he seen a tall figure flying in mid-air before crashing down with a bang in front of everybody.
It was a young man with a ssed up stomach.
He wore a simple leather armor, a fla insignia on his chest, and his chestnut hair was stuck to his forehead with sweat and blood.
His lips were white from excessive blood loss, trembling constantly, and spewing blood from his mouth.
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