Chapter 310: Plan (1/2)
Flocks of wyverns were streaking through the skies, each of them carrying wyvern knights from the Temple of Glory carrying five-meter long dragon lances with which they constantly fired spiral blasts at the evil god.
At the same time, followers of the Earth Sect who couldn’t attack Aojo because it was floating high in the air would keep creating small bunkers for others, blocking the Abomination’s vision and keeping them immune from damage.
The believers of Gurus, the God of Hunt were also creating arrows and bolts with their sacred arts, just as Alchemie followers were freely handing out their precious potions, providing it to believers from other churches without charge. Even the clerics (not monks) of the Brilliant White Church who usually live like princes were heading into the bunkers, volunteering to heal the injured.
For once, every church that participated in the Twin City Cup had set aside the human grievances between them and joined hands against Aojo.
While it appeared that the gods did not have a hand in this, and that it was merely humans working together to protect the city from a common enemy capable of threatening it and solely showing true human potential, the Players who had been the lynchpin of the attack knew very well that the God of Games had guided the partnership. If the God of Games did not immediately assign a quest once the Abomination revealed itself so that every Player nearby rallied together to attack it even if it meant dying, the believers from other churches would not have come to help so decisively.
In the end, humans were social creatures. To put it kindly, they have empathy—just as it could also mean that they liked to go with the flow.
The truth was that the brave warriors who charged into the battlefield were not actually being courageous—the environment where everyone was putting their lives on the line had infected them, forcing a rush of blood into their heads that denied them the ability for calm judgement.
And it was precisely because the Players had taken the lead that the believers from other churches followed, binding themselves as one to fight Aojo together!
Even though the Players had been caught in a tough fight early on, losing many of their owns since their clerics hardly being able to catch up with their reviving, their hard work did not go to waste. The bitter confrontation had kept Aojo pinned right where it was without a chance of escape, allowing the other churches who rushed to the scene later on to enforce a perimeter around it.
Still, that did not change the fact that Aojo’s Gaze was too unbalanced a power, leaving most attacks against it ineffective and barely damaging
“How are we supposed to win again a monster like that?” Edward muttered, rubbing his own belly which was becoming bloated due to too much Pepsi.
At the same time, he was looking out in distress from a firing hole to find Aojo who was still throwing its weight around everyone. “You did mention before that it’s an Abomination, right? It’s a pity there’s no Saint or Saintess amongst you, or I have an idea that we could try.” The elven sacred lance Sefarim said then, having morphed into a young elf again to reduce the burden on Jessica and to take a break.
At her words, Edward and the others shared a glance before exclaiming as one. “Couldn’t you have said that earlier!?” “Eh? But aren’t holy ones so important to their churches that they aren’t allowed to the frontlines without permission from popes or other heads?” Sefarim countered blankly, startled by their reaction. “That applies to most churches. Do you think our church is most churches?” Edward replied.
“Fair enough…” Sefarim said, facepalming even as remembered the Players’ silly and bizarre behavior. “But I don’t think that’s a good thing…” “Ahahahaha… I never mentioned it to Seffie here since I never had chance…”
Jessica said, scratching her face awkwardly while nudging Eleena on her shoulders to make the introduction. “Actually, Eleena is the Saintess of our church.”
Eleena, who was holding a lollipop in her mouth proudly puffed her chest which did not really move at all.
“In-training, though.” Gou Dan added.