Chapter 618 (1/2)

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

The Jewel of the Heaven’s Wrath was truly deserving to be known as the hidden trump card of the Church of the God of Aristocracy. The moment it was utilized, the Church of the God of Knowledge was dealt a devastating blow.

To block the Punishing Fist of Heaven that this jewel had dealt, the leader of the Church of the God of Knowledge, Elector Olian Geerteng, was severely injured. She was lucky enough to survive this ordeal because she had a body bestowed upon her by the gods. Yet to recover to the point where she could fight against the enemies was absolutely not achievable within one to two days.

Of course, she could rapidly speed up the recovery of her combat power through certain means, but the price to pay was conceivable. In short, Olian had to give up on this thought after some consideration. At present, there were no talents at the advanced legendary peak level, least to mention, any talents who had hopes of stepping into the Legendary Realm. For the next 10 to 20 years, she would still have to be the pillar of support for her church and its people.

“What the hell did I just see! How could they have such a powerful spell?” said Olian’s most powerful aide, Bishop Montero, who was the oldest among all the higher-ups of the Church of the God of Knowledge. He was looking up in the air with some trepidation—that was where the Punishing Fist of Heaven had just dissipated. When it utilized its final bit of power, it could still reach a distance no more than ten steps away from the clergymen on the ground.

“Who knows? But there is no doubt that there is a huge price to pay for this spell,” said Bishop Garett. “If it could be used as they pleased, they would have used it already.”

This was something obvious. Also, it was precisely because they could figure it out that they could maintain a certain level of morale among themselves and not be easily frightened away even when the army’s morale went south.

Honestly speaking, if their opponent could indeed easily throw out the Punishing Fist of Heaven to smash them all, then even if her underlings were reluctant to take flight, Olian would have taken them away with her and make a quick escape.

To stand up to the Punishing Fist of Heaven and preserve through a battle with it—there would be no one valiant enough to do so, at least not on the Main Plane.

Oh… with the exception of the Void Mask.

The fortunate thing was that the opponent obviously did not have the ability to launch this strategic spell successively. This comforted and eased an uptight Olian up to some extent, allowing some peace of mind. She had allowed herself to accept treatment and thus had been ingesting precious potions. At present, she barely recovered some energy and vitality, but she was still struggling with speech and could only make incoherent utterances.

Even if that was the case, this battle still had to be fought.

If she could see the situation over at the other side’s formation, perhaps she might change her perspective. Because over at the other side, the Archbishop of the Church of the God of Aristocracy was looking at her palm with a gloomy expression.

Within her palm, there was a broken, precious stone. Though it was crushed beyond the point of salvaging, the shattered pieces were still exuding bright rays. Not only that, as the outer shell that made up the divine magic array had shattered, the powerful force that was hidden within now radiated out. The fragments of the broken precious stone, when met with the hidden force that was now spreading outwards, emitted a powerful oppressive force so frightening that with the exception of a few Legendary Masters, no one else dared to look it straight in the eye.

“How could it be that even my Jewel of the Heaven’s Wrath could be shattered…” said the Archbishop with a heavy expression. Then she whispered, “The capital put into this battle is really too high!”

Yes, too high.

The loss of dozens of mid to high-level clergymen was, honestly, not a big deal—other than a few of the high-level ones, the remaining mid-level clergymen did not even qualify for a second glance from her. If they were dead, then so be it. That was totally unworthy of her concern.

But to lose the Jewel of Heaven’s Wrath—this price was much too hefty!

She could not help feeling frustrated as she pondered about how she could give an acceptable explanation to the elders when she got back.

Although she was the highest-standing Archbishop in the entire church, there were still the elders who had very high qualifications and many years of experience that she had to answer to. These elders might not be very powerful, but they had very high prestige. Although they were usually respectful towards her and would obey her orders, a grave matter such as damaging the Jewel of Heaven’s Wrath was something that would definitely incur their wrath. It was obviously unrealistic to think that they would let the matter pass without a few words of accountability.

There was something else that got her wondering. Over the years, the Jewel of Heaven’s Wrath had been used several times. Each time it was used, its attack power would not be any weaker than this time, and yet, the jewel remained intact all this while. Why did it completely shatter this time around?