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

  The attack capabilities of the light cruiser-level and destroyer-level Oracles were not high, and to add insult to injury, they had already been weakened by their rough landing on the Main Plane. Even with the usage of the most powerful weapon onboard, the “torpedo,” and even if they managed to launch a fully accurate frontal strike, it would only be enough to send the high-level adventurers retreating by a few steps. However, if one attack was not enough, what about ten? What about a hundred?

  The gradual accumulation of damage would eventually lead to visible change.

  At least ten Oracles took part in the wave of attacks. Not a single bit of ammunition was spared as they threw out all of their torpedoes in one go. Of course, those torpedoes would be reproduced by expending their magical powers, but that would take some time. Each of the Oracles had at least six torpedoes, and those with more had eight or even twelve of them. Since there were more than ten Oracles attacking together, they had close to a hundred torpedoes.

  Thanks to Lion’s guidance, nearly a hundred torpedoes slammed into the magic shields that surrounded the base of the Church of the God of Aristocracy. That was equivalent to the force of seventy or eighty high-level adventurers striking together. Moreover, the attack was concentrated in a small area.

  What would the results be like? It goes without saying.

  A single ear-shattering boom—from that sound, one could tell how accurately the Oracles had timed the attack. Despite there being close to a hundred torpedoes, only a single resounding chime was heard without the chaotic rumbling one might expect from an attack of that scale. That seemingly sturdy, magical shield violently shook and burst like a bubble impaled by a needle, disappearing without a trace.

  At the very moment when the magical shield disappeared, the faces of at least twenty clergymen from the Church of the God of Aristocracy paled dramatically. Blood poured from their noses and mouths almost like those film stunts seen on TV. The victim who had it the worst had blood spurting two meters away from his mouth, and his entire person quickly shrunk and became thin. He eventually became a bag of bones and fell straight to the ground, evidently dead.

  This was known as magical antiphasing. The more power the spell generated, the greater the risk of getting injured upon the destruction of the spell. The magical shield that protected the base of the Divine Positions was the combined efforts of everyone. Hence, when it broke, the force of the magical antiphase was naturally the same as the combined powers of everyone. While the Legendary Masters had it better than the rest, even the high-level clergymen could not withstand such strong magical antiphasing, let alone a clergyman who had yet to reach that level!

  Even the Legendary Masters began to feel dizzy as if there were 365 ducks quarreling in their minds, or perhaps it was two groups of housewives quarreling in the market…… In short, it was the kind feeling where one was about to be driven insane but could do nothing about it.

  If Sui Xiong learned about this, he was likely to say, “Isn’t this the legendary buzzing sound of a fly headed for your ears?”

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  In fact, that would not be too far away from the truth.

  Fortunately, all of the Legendary Masters possessed a spirit and will strong enough to suppress that sensation, and their combat power was restored very quickly.

  However, by the time they did so, the Oracles had already charged forth to a position close to themselves.

  Mass-produced Oracles may not be not strong, but no matter how weak they were, they had the advantage of being close to the high-level adventurers at the moment of the full-force explosion. In front of those clergymen from the Church of the God of Aristocracy who were injured and dazed from the effects of the magical antiphase, the advantage that they now had over them was overwhelming.

  The thin and seemingly exquisite gun barrels, at the same time, were just as capable of launching a deadly attack.

  While such an attack would not have any effect on a completely armored Sacred Warrior, Xiao’ao, who had been lurking amongst the frontline troops, already knew what to do as soon as she saw the situation. She commanded her comrades to ignore the Sacred Warriors, and instead, they were to aim all of their firepower on the clergymen who had only mid-grade armor on at best.

  As for the sorcerers without armor…… they did not even stand a chance, and nearly all of them had already been killed by then.

  However, a new problem had cropped up for the Oracles—three Legendary Masters had decided to step up and fight.

  The first one to join in the battle was the tall and lanky elder. He was a paladin, so despite his weak appearance, he was actually very strong. Seeing that the Oracles were coming closer and that the gunfire was about to reach him, he sneered as he took a bow and arrow out of his haversack. Without even aiming for a kill, he mounted the arrow and began to shoot. One arrow after the other flew out like raindrops, and with minimal effort, six or seven Oracles were hit by the arrows.

  The old paladin’s archery was legendary, and naturally, every arrow was fatal. If he had been pit against a group of ordinary people, then there was little chance for anyone to survive his attacks. However, although the Oracles looked like young maidens, they were created from Divine Power in essence. Hence, they simply do not have any concept of mortality. Regardless of whether it was an arrow to the heart or an arrow to the throat, to them, it was nothing more than a strike to a muscle or their thighs.

  Hence, when the old paladin saw that a few Oracles with arrows in their brains were still alive and well, he knew that he should give up on his fight and let the others step in instead.

  Of course, it was not that he could not fight. However, was he going to risk a battle with a bunch of people who could not care less about an arrow in their heads? That would simply be suicidal!

  The other two Legendary Masters had a better battle record than he did. The burly man was a fierce warrior, and seeing as the enemy was near, he let out an angry roar, and his veins popped out all across his body. He raised his large axe and charged at them.

  His axe was extremely heavy. In fact, it was heavier than the average person, and when such a powerful weapon danced in the air, it naturally had a menacing aura. The Oracle nearest to him was only able to fire one torpedo in his direction before she became his first victim. One chop and she was sliced into half from shoulder to hip.

  Unquestionably, they were dead meat, even the Oracles who were immortal.

  The blast that was sent out in desperation earlier managed to hit him, but it was fended off by the armor-like bloodthirstiness in him.

  The burly man sliced through his opponents as he laughed madly. His eyes took on the crazed appearance of a madman as he aligned his axe horizontal to the ground. With another roar, his entire person began to twirl like a spinning top. At the same time, the axe transformed into a razor-sharp whirlwind that swept across the ground.

  As for the ornately-dressed woman, being a Legendary Master, she had the extraordinary power to control time and space. Of course, she did not stupidly stand too close to the enemy. Instead, she first stepped into a high-velocity space leap, retreating more than twenty steps. Thereafter, her right hand, the one with two rings on it, began to glow a bright white. Immediately, four beams of light shot across the battlefield like crescent moons, heading for the Oracles on the battlefront.

  Her attack was the stealthiest. Despite the fact that she had neither the ferociousness of the burly man nor the stern demeanor of the old paladin, she turned out to be the deadliest of them all. Those streaks of crescent-like light were actually vacuum rifts torn from matter.

  Anything in the way of those deceptively “harmless” beams would be obliterated regardless of how they were hit, resulting in large losses for the Oracles. The vast majority of Oracles completely lost their combat power after getting hit, and some of them were killed upon impact.

  Of course, the mass-produced Oracles were still charging forth wave after wave, and with Kabbalah’s reserve of resources, he could continue to summon them hundreds of times.

  Furthermore, these charging Oracles were not alone, for they had plenty of reliable comrades behind them.

  Approximately one or two seconds after the three Legendary Masters began their attack, Lion had already received the latest report from the frontlines, and she made the necessary adjustments.

  The aforementioned adjustment was to let the capital warship-level Oracles rotate their gun barrels, aim for the three Legendary Masters and open fire.

  “Bombard them!” She waved the scepter as she commanded in a booming voice. “Suppress their attack!”

  On her command, the sound of firing cannonballs again merged into a single roar as streaks of red flames descended from the skies. The three Legendary Masters were trapped underneath the blanket of gunfire.

  Such an attack was definitely not enough to kill them directly, but it was enough to keep them busy so that they did not have time to return the attack. Under such circumstances, after a brief attempt at resisting the attacks, all three of the Legendary Masters chose to retreat simultaneously.

  They could have taken the risk and continued to fight, but what was the use of that? Retreating quickly and regrouping with the larger forces was a much more pragmatic option.

  With the retreat of the Legendary Masters, the clergymen from the Church of the God of Aristocracy on the frontlines were naturally exterminated. The Church of the God of Knowledge was without a doubt the definitive winner this time around.