In the short amount of time this gave him, Gordan offered a prayer to Alda.

“My lord! Please send me one of your familiar spirits so that this foul Dhampir may be destroyed!”

It was not a mere prayer, but a requirement of using the Familiar Spirit Descent skill that only chosen saints could use.

A pillar of light fell from the sky, surrounding Gordan. A halo appeared over his head and a pair of wings made of light emerged from his back.

The god’s familiar spirit that normally possessed no physical body descended upon Gordan’s, augmenting all of his Attribute Values. This was his trump card.

“Iron Form! Steel Wall! Light Blade!” Gordan activated multiple defensive martial skills in succession and even cast a spell with Chant Revocation, something made possible by the familiar spirit that had descended upon him. A blade of light that would cut down even a giant closed in on Vandalieu.

But it was blocked by Vandalieu’s Magic Absorption Barrier and vanished.

“Break! Diamond Club!” Gordan’s movements didn’t slow in the slightest. With his war club made of glittering Mythril, he made a full swing aimed at Vandalieu’s head.

Vandalieu’s head silently flew off his neck.

The priest-warriors cheered, and the Ghouls held their breath.

And then Gordan let out a groan of pain.

He had taken a direct hit from a Death Bullet fired by the headless Vandalieu.

“What’s wrong? Did you think you’d killed me just because I have no head?” Vandalieu had used Spirit Form Transformation on his head and separated it from his body at the right timing.

“You damn monster,” Gordan spat. He knew that without his Familiar Spirit Descent and his martial skills, the Death Bullet would have likely killed him instantly.

And because Vandalieu’s Death Bullet carried the effects of Soul Break, around a third of Gordan’s Mana had been erased.

“I do not know how you have taken my Mana, but with Familiar Spirit Descent, I am able to borrow the familiar spirit’s Vitality and Mana,” said Gordan. “I now have 100,000 Mana! It is not an amount you can erase completely!”
“… Is that all?”

Even if you boast about having just 100,000 Mana… Vandalieu thought as he grew a second spirit-form head at his torso.