Chapter 615 (2/2)

Immediately after, two of the three remaining beams collided with a few spells that had been cast by a few Legendary Masters in a last ditch effort to recover from this unexpected development. This time, two low-pitched blasts sounded one after the other.

At last, after six of the forks were gone, the remaining magical blast looked just like an inconspicuous normal lightning bolt. Finally, it slammed right onto the base of the Church of the God of Aristocracy.

Upon the loud roar, at least 20 priests were killed immediately, and smoke billowed from most of their bodies. The number of people who were maimed from their injuries was twice the number of deaths, and the number of people who fainted and who were temporarily unable to fight was double that of the maimed victims.

With just a single blow, nearly a hundred priests from the Church of the God of Aristocracy had withdrawn from the battle sequence. The attacks from the Church of the God of Knowledge, however, was not over yet. On the contrary, they were only just beginning.

Almost as soon as the priests had prayed together and cast the Seven Ruling Beams, Lion had already commanded the main battleship-level Oracles to be lined up in threes, ready to fight in their attack formation. Her staff waved around as she orchestrated the movement of the Oracles.

“Bombard them!”

On command, the Oracles, who in appearance seemed just like ordinary young girls, began to shine. Countless specks of light bloomed and floated around them before they condensed together to form a battleship with a gun barrel.

This was the true potential of Oracles in war. In this form, their energy would deplete quickly, and the time they could spend in the mortal world would also be greatly reduced.

However, they were extremely strong!

The endless sounds of warfare were accompanied by countless bright trails of light. A steady stream of fiery red beams screamed with the wind as they traveled across the border between the two opponents and charged towards the base camp of the enemy.

By now, although the Legendary Masters of the Church of the God of Aristocracy were all fighting on the ground, and although the better-trained priests had recovered and were beginning to rebuild their defensive shields, the successive and unrelenting bombings were causing a lot of trouble for them.

The spellcasters were already under insurmountable pressure in the face of continuous shelling, and they concentrated solely on maintaining their defense magic. Under such conditions, how could they have any power left to attack?

At the moment, the other Oracles who were less skilled in heavy bombing had, under Lion’s command, begun their offensive.

Their ships were much weaker than the capital warship-level Oracles, and there was a significant difference in size and thickness throughout the ship, especially the gun barrels. If the gun barrels of the capital warship-level Oracles were equal to heavy weapons such as copper hammers and large axes, then the other Oracles would be the equivalent of light weapons such as daggers and longswords.

However, a light weapon was still a weapon, and weapons could kill.

As long as the weapon was used correctly, the seemingly insignificant sword—derided as “child’s play”—could kill the toughest of men.

The same went for those seemingly exquisite and petite warships.

The Oracles appeared in vast numbers. In fact, Kabbalah was still summoning more Oracles by the altar. At the moment, he was using the minimum amount of sacrificial offerings and summoned only Oracles who glowed white and twinkled once, the least powerful variety. As soon as they were summoned, all they had to do was to get themselves armed and charge towards the Church of the God of Aristocracy.

The advantage of a ship being loaded with only light equipment was that it could move around faster. With a single command, the Oracles who had reached the frontlines were already beginning to attack as they neared the base of the Church of the God of Aristocracy.

If their firepower was not enough, they could always bring their weapons closer to the enemy!

The new wave of attacks was, of course, incomparable to the power of the bombs created by the capital warship-level Oracles, but due to the proximity and accuracy of these weapons, the defense systems of the Church of the God of Aristocracy was facing insurmountable pressure.

In fact, one mustn’t look down on these “light cruisers” and “destroyers,” for despite their weak firepower, they had another potent capability.

“Torpedo!” Lion held the scepter as she slowly moved forward. She issued an order to the Oracles who were charging towards the base of the enemy.

Before this, the warships of the young maidens already possessed a strange, long cylinder with a perfectly round tip and a slightly convex rear that looked like arrow feathers. One after the other, those cylinders appeared beside the girls and produced a soft humming sound.

On Lion’s command, the torpedoes charged like a fish briskly navigating a stream. It was like a sharp blade that had lodged itself into the magical shield of the Church of the God of Aristocracy.

A moment later, the shield exploded.