Chapter 615 (1/2)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Twelve minutes passed quickly, and in no time, Kabbalah had summoned another batch of Oracles.

Because considerably less sacrificial offerings were used this time, the batch of Oracles that were summoned was far less powerful than the previous batch. Kabbalah himself was embarrassed at all of the “white-level” Oracles who surrounded him. Fortunately, he managed to summon a “gold-level” Oracle. Even though she was not so much at the capital warship-level as Lion was, she would still be of great help even as a destroyer.

Rather interestingly, this young blonde girl with a single heart-shaped cowlick adorably flopped over her forehead—Xiao’ao—had a signature attack move of hitting her opponent with potatoes.

Kabbalah had casually asked her what powers she specialized in, but upon seeing her response, he was at a loss for words and utter hopelessness filled his heart.

Hitting your opponent with potatoes? How powerful could that be? Little girl, that was a joke, right?

However, Lion informed him very seriously that this was definitely not a joke. In the hands of Xiao’ao, an ordinary bag of potatoes could be transformed into incredibly powerful projectile weapons. If they were to land squarely on an opponent, even a single potato would be sufficient in making a fully armed and armored warrior see stars. Thereafter, he would fall to the ground like a sack of potatoes. The effects were long-lasting enough to keep him on the ground for some time.

“Potatoes can be this powerful?” Kabbalah was amazed by Lion’s explanation.

“Xiao’ao’s potatoes are powerful,” Lion gently corrected him. “That’s all.”

Xiao’ao’s potatoes could be compared to a thin branch: In the hands of a child, they were useful only for stabbing balls of dung by the roadside. However, in the hands of someone like Swordsman Leon, the same branch could split ordinary swords apart and cut through armor as if it were an actual powerful weapon.

With the addition of Xiao’ao, Lion became more confident. As soon as she estimated that they had enough manpower, she reported to Olian that they were ready to attack.

Olian, who had been waiting for this moment, wasted no time in getting his men into formation. He immediately ordered all of the praying clergymen, who were supposed to perform the divinity combination formation, to switch their tactics as they began their conquest.

As for Lion herself, she took out a dark and quaint wooden staff, raised it in front of her and chanted a magic spell.

Without the defensive power of the combined divinity formation, the forces from the Church of the God of Aristocracy rapidly approached them. Just as the base camp of the Church of God of Knowledge was about to be completely engulfed by the forces of the enemy, a brilliant and colorful light emerged from Olian’s body. That ray of light transformed into a light shield that resembled a large bell as it contained the entire perimeter of the base.

The roaring sounds merged into an endless chaotic furor as powerful spells crashed onto the shield one after the other. The light shield shook and swayed, but it never collapsed.

Seeing this, the three Legendary Masters who stood right in front of the Church of the God of Aristocracy frowned.

“The legendary Golden Shield? Someone actually turned this legend into a real power!”

“Prepare to defend; we have incoming!”

“Quickly disperse, we’ll regroup with the larger forces…”

As they spoke, a dazzling golden light rose from the base of the Church of the God of Knowledge, turning into a lightning bolt with seven forks as it charged towards the base of the Church of the God of Aristocracy. This was the “Seven Ruling Beams,” and it was a power normally possible only through combined divinity.

This magic power was a true legend, and even in the realm of legendary magic, it was regarded as a power of a higher order. Although the lightning bolt with seven forks could only propel a single blow to the enemy, the strike had seven different domains, so there was almost no way to defend against it.

To cast this spell, not only would one require strong magical talent, but they would also need the ability to master all seven different types of magic at the same time. Even among the legendary priests, few people could achieve such a level. Only a large number of magic clergymen could attempt to use this power through a combined divinity formation.

In order to cast this spell, the Church of Knowledge had paid a hefty price. For example, Madam Geerteng, the elector, had to single-handedly resist the powerful wave of attacks from the Church of the God of Aristocracy. Even though she possessed extraordinary powers, she still bore the brunt of the shock. Her face turned pale in that split second as blood flowed from her nose.

Of course, it was worth it because by the time the Seven Ruling Beams hurtled off to the Church of the God of Aristocracy’s base camp, it was too late for the enemy to defend themselves.

It was not that they had no defensive abilities. In fact, at least four or five magical shields formed from their own combined divinity surrounded their base. Theoretically, this would be enough to protect them against any attacks.

Their defense mechanisms were not, however, meant for attacks like the Seven Ruling Beams.

As the lightning beams fell onto their base, four ear-shattering booms were heard consecutively, and the Church of the God of Aristocracy saw their four strategic defense shields disappear like popped bubbles. At the same time, four out of seven of the lightning forks fizzled out.