Chapter 612 (2/2)

Blue light rays indicated an even higher level. This color represented the standard of the so-called “Main Force level,” and the few Oracles that Kabbalah had summoned today were all of this level.

Further up, the color of the light rays would be gold, and this represented the rare elite Oracles. This category of Oracles might not be particularly powerful, yet they all had excellent wisdom and were able to command the mass-produced Oracles in battles. With their lead, even the combat power of the mass-produced Oracles would be greatly enhanced.

It was just that this time around, the light rays seemed a little different from how they were. They weren’t white, but neither were they green or blue, and they most certainly were not gold.

It was a colorful glow.

Kabbalah was a little dazed as he watched the colorful glow gradually fade away. He asked, “What level is this?”

Donning a long, white skirt which was heavily trimmed with lace, a young maiden with a small, golden-red crown and a gem-studded scepter in her hand appeared before him.

The assemblage of dress and skirt that this young maiden wore was definitely modest and civilized, yet she wore it in quite a bold and uninhibited manner. The front of the dress was completely omitted, and the silk stockings with black straps were attached to the short, body-hugging vest she was wearing, fully displaying the beautiful silhouette of her body. The long skirt was visible in its entirety, yet by right, it should have been concealed. The materials used to put this outfit together, whether top or bottom, were so economically chosen that her fair skin was revealed in large areas. Coupled with her breathing, the clothing swayed ever so gently. She was simply a sight that could tempt one into committing a crime.

This outfit… reminds me of the singers in those entertainment places in the Void City…

Kabbalah looked on, still in a dazed state. He was completely oblivious to the fact that he was having a nosebleed.

The young maiden opened her eyes to look at him with a slightly surprised, yet delighted expression.

She said, “Although I would like to say, ‘Please take a look at how beautiful I am,’ it seems like you have already seen that for yourself.”

Kabbalah was in shock. Subconsciously, he touched his face, causing the white paint and the blood from his nose to blend together. All of a sudden, he seemed to become a male character in a Beijing Opera with a painted face.

Recovering from his dazed state, he laughed wryly and hastened to stop the nosebleed with a spell.

He managed to stutter, “That is…” He hesitated for a while before asking curiously, “What level Oracle are you at?”

“I’m a fantasy type Oracle, at the battleship level. I’m Lion,” the young maiden replied. Then she added one more line, “I am completely different from the shame of other fantasy type Oracles.”

“The shame of fantasy type Oracles? Who do you mean?”

The young maiden, known as “Lion,” said, “Please don’t ask, I will not acknowledge that someone as frivolous as a comedian is…” She stopped midway and turned to look at the Divine Positions on the other side from her.

“Are those our enemies?” she asked.

Kabbalah was aware that that was a topic this particular Oracle did not want to talk about, so he played it smart by not pressing further. Instead, he went along with her attempt to change the topic, “That’s right, we are now waging war against the Church of the God of Aristocracy. This time in summoning you, we are hoping to enlist your help in dealing with the Legendary Masters of our opponent.”

“How many are there?” Lion asked.

“There should be about nine.”

“Nine? Even for me, I won’t be able to handle nine Legendary Masters all at once…”

“Which is why there will be other helpers,” Kabbalah said with a smile as he pointed to the side. “We have already summoned nine Oracles. Although they are all mass-produced Oracles, that shouldn’t be a problem with you in command, right?”

Looking in the direction he was pointing at, Lion saw the other nine mass-produced Oracles who were all standing in line with solemn expressions as they awaited orders.