I, the All-Class Magus, All My Awakening Skills are LvMax

His entire body trembled, and he noticed his HP was dropping!

Not only that, but he also felt his mind becoming somewhat foggy.

This sound carried a mental attack!

[Suffering from mental attack! Damage taken -436!]

[Suffering from continuous mental attack! Please restore your Spirit!]

The black fog roiled and roared, with the fog itself also churning violently.

Isabella and the others on the back mountain also heard the commotion coming from the village, and their hearts instantly clenched!

"Should we go check it out now?"

Archibald couldn't help but ask, with Leopold also feeling incredibly anxious.

If it weren't for the fact that their big brother had already arranged everything, they would have lost control and rushed out by now!

"Have you forgotten what we all planned earlier?"

Isabella's calm words extinguished all thoughts in their minds.

Though Archibald was extremely anxious, he had no choice but to forcibly restrain himself.

Indeed, their big brother had said, unless they saw his signal, they absolutely must not go out!

Going out now would only bring them trouble.

Since that was the case, they had to hold back!

"But... but are we just going to stand by and watch? I really can't stay put."

Leopold was frantic, pacing like an ant on a hot pan.

He knew better than anyone that all he could do right now was wait here, but he couldn't stand it!

"If you can't stay put, then go down there yourself."

Isabella's tone was indifferent, but it was like a bucket of cold water thrown over Leopold's head.

He gritted his teeth and ultimately had to swallow the words that had reached his lips.

He pounded the ground forcefully, feeling powerless once again.

Why, why must he always wait here every time? Why are they always a burden to their big brother?

How could they do better, so that they wouldn't have to worry their big brother?

It was the same in the previous secret realm, the same during the Rose Bar investigation, and now, here they were again!

Archibald was also upset, his expression equally grim, but he too forcibly held back.

Roar!

The roars coming from the scene were so clear even from their position on the mountain.

Everyone's hearts tightened, their eyes fixed on the brightest part of the village.

They knew John was there!

They didn't even dare to blink, staring intently in that direction, fearful of missing any signal from John!

The moment they saw a signal, they would rush out immediately, even if it meant facing certain death!

John watched the surging black fog with a sudden, overwhelming sense of crisis.

He had the feeling that something dangerous was about to burst forth from the fog, something he was utterly unprepared to confront.

Soon, the black fog slowly dissipated.

John's eyes widened in shock at the sight before him.

How could this be? How could this happen?!

The brides, now at lv60, diamond-tier elite monsters, lay on the ground like discarded rag dolls.

Their red wedding attire was torn and tattered, with some parts even showing signs of black, corrosive marks.

The brides' faces contorted in pain.

But within the black fog, another figure slowly emerged.

[Name: Deified High Priest]

[Level: LV70 (Elite) (False)]

[Skills: Roar, Rend, Devour, Divide]

[Description: The High Priest, having borne the Dark God Will, has finally embraced the divine.]

Reading this description, John's heart skipped a beat.

The High Priest who had borne the Dark God Will?

Does this mean that the belief within the wooden statue had completely transferred to the High Priest?

It was no longer just a wooden statue; instead, it was the energy contained within it that had taken over.

John suddenly understood why there were so many helpers in this secret realm.

After all, they were only at lv20! Not even silver-tier!

How could they possibly contend with a supreme-tier High Priest? They would likely be obliterated with just one strike.

Didn't they see how the diamond-tier brides couldn't withstand even one round against the High Priest, falling like discarded rag dolls beside him?

The levels of the ordinary priests nearby really weren't high, and although they possessed skills somewhat superior to his own, against this supreme-tier monster, they had no chance of resistance.

John's heart began to waver with uncertainty.

If this monster was truly as powerful as it seemed, could they really leave unscathed? The monster, nearly 3 meters tall, slammed its huge fist, the size of a washbasin, into the ground.

The ground immediately cracked open, and with long strides, it charged towards the group of villagers.

Although some had been told to move back, others remained frozen in place, stunned by the terrifying sight.

The monster was tall and large, with a face covered in octopus-like swellings.

Several writhing octopus tentacles dangled from its chin, creating an especially eerie sight.

Its back was also covered with similar tentacles, and its body was coated with some viscous slime, looking exceptionally disgusting.

The creature seemed to sense the fear of the people; its tentacles writhed incessantly as if excited by something.

It grabbed a villager and tossed them into its mouth, immediately producing a grating chewing sound.

The other surviving villagers screamed and ran, desperate to escape the area, but some devout followers knelt on the ground.

They appeared to be waiting for the monster to devour them.

Far from being afraid, they saw it as a great honor!

This was the High Priest, now possessed by the deity, which meant that being consumed by the High Priest allowed them to merge with the deity—what could be more glorious and blissful than this?

As the monster continued to consume people one by one, John noticed that its body seemed to be growing larger.

No! This couldn't go on!

The monster was becoming stronger by devouring others! No one knew what consequences would follow if it consumed everything.

He couldn't take that risk! With that thought, he gritted his teeth and charged forward.

Light Sword Rain! Boom! The skill hit the crowd, instantly blasting out a wave of damage.

Even the monster's hand was injured, oozing a viscous green blood that looked exceptionally disgusting.

The devotees glared furiously in John's direction, their eyes almost spitting fire.

They screamed in anger and rage, all of them charging towards John.

They were determined to kill this man, to atone to their deity.

Only through such an act could they hope to be forgiven by the deity and make everything right again.

The devotees rushed directly towards John.

Everyone's eyes were bloodshot, like wild beasts gone mad.

John swiftly dodged the first wave of attacks, kicking one of them squarely.

Roar!

The monster let out an angry roar, and the others once again fell into a dazed state, mechanically chasing after him.

Everyone wielded long knives, their actions driven by fury as if John was their sworn enemy who had committed unforgivable crimes.

After kicking one person away, John struck another with his blade.

Although his power was suppressed, he still managed to handle these people with relative ease.

These devotees seemed to have completely lost their minds, lacking any strategy and driven solely by primal instincts to attack!