Cthulhu Gonfalon

After an intense battle, the nine Legendary Masters of the Church of the God of Aristocracy lost three of its members, while the group of six Holy Sons and Holy Daughters from the Church of the God of Knowledge saw two dead and two injured. For the moment, the comparison of combat power was almost the same as a situation of six against three.

The Church of the God of Aristocracy had a great advantage. However, up in the sky, the God of Aristocracy did not seem to register a pleasant expression.

All the smoke and dust in the air had never been able to obstruct the view of the gods. This was why the God of Aristocracy could clearly see what was happening in that battle amidst all that smoke and dust that filled the atmosphere.

The two Sacred Warriors from the Church of the God of Aristocracy arrived one after the other. Just as their blade rays were about to strike two of the Holy Sons, tremors suddenly filled the air around them. A golden-haired maiden appeared out of nowhere, and with that bizarre ship of hers, she opened fire successively and caused the two blade rays to deviate from their original path, thus saving the two Holy Sons.

The two Sacred Warriors, who were as strong as steel, expressed a hint of surprise, but their hands did not seem to show any hesitation. Immediately, they changed direction. They positioned themselves on either side of the maiden, then at the same time, they wielded their blades in the direction of this young maiden who was attempting to obstruct them.

Going by the fact this young maiden had most probably just reached the Legendary level, so if she was to fight alone against the other two, she was bound to lose her life. But she showed no traces of worry or uneasiness on her face. On the contrary, she was grinning as she removed a pouch that she had hung around her waist, and from the pouch, she took them out—a few potatoes.

The God of Aristocracy simply could not believe his eyes. A few potatoes?! Why would it be a potato? What was so special about them? Were they powerful? Or could they be used as some kind of medium for a particularly unique spell? Or perhaps, this thing might resemble a potato on the outside, but within, it was actually hiding a clone of the Void Mask?

All his conjectures and guesses were wrong. These really were just ordinary potatoes.

The young maiden tossed out the potatoes in her pouch, then dashed to the front of the blade rays and hit the two Sacred Warriors right in the head with her potatoes.

There was no element of suspense to look forward to. The potatoes were directly crushed into pieces while the two streams of blade rays hit her hard. Her body became a hideous and sorry sight within an instant. There was no time at all for her blood to splatter all over the ground. Together with its owner, the blood simply vanished and transformed into countless light spots.

And this was what an Oracle looked like at the point of death.

Of course, this was not truly a clean death as total extinction was. She could still be resurrected within her God’s Kingdom. However, to be resurrected, she had to first bear the pain of death. That was all.

The same theory applied to the devout followers who believed that death was not the end. Upon death, their souls would head back to their God’s Kingdom, and perhaps, soon enough, their souls would be transformed into new Oracles that would always fight for the respective gods they believed in.

For the two Sacred Warriors who each had one blade, killing this young maiden who stood in their way was nothing to fret over. From the point in time where she appeared to when she was finished off, it did not take them more than half a second to complete the deed. At this point in time, they should change their targets right away and continue to attack the Holy Sons and Holy Daughters. They needed to make full use of the remaining time where the influence of the legendary Holy Domain Spell was still in effect. Even if they did not have time to kill the Holy Sons and Holy Daughters, they could still grasp the opportunity to inflict heavy injuries upon the other party.

But for no apparent reason, they stood rooted to the ground like fools.

It was as though… they were also under the effect of a Legendary Holy Domain Spell.

The God of Aristocracy was baffled. These were two Sacred Warriors whose will powers were said to be as strong as steel, where even the willpower of gods might not be as resolute as theirs. Would the Holy Domain Spell work on them?

Technically speaking, even if it was a Holy Domain Spell, with the demise of the spellcaster, the spell should have lost its effect!

Through the connection of beliefs, he could clearly see that at that moment, the two Sacred Warriors were at a complete loss. They had not lost their will to fight, but they simply could not find any target to attack. They were just like headless flies, aimlessly doing things.

Before the God of Aristocracy could figure out what was going on, the six Holy Sons and Holy Daughters who were the possessed bodies of the clones of the God of Knowledge, had already recovered from the influence of the Holy Domain Spell. Without hesitation, they made their moves.

It was now six against two, where those two were still in a daze. The outcome, of course, was just like what people would see after all the smoke and dust had dispersed.

What strange methods this Oracle has. The Void God System is indeed worthy enough to be an underling of that giant jellyfish. Even a mere Oracle could boast such amazing ability!

With a single wave, the God of Aristocracy brought the souls of the two Sacred Warriors back into his God’s Kingdom as he secretly lamented his loss.

Perhaps, I should also study and research to see if it is possible to design some Oracles with special abilities…

When the various gods were creating their Oracles, they would generally consider purely the combat power or an Oracle’s preaching ability. Abilities in other aspects were basically not taken into consideration because there was no need to.

The God of Aristocracy naturally did the same. But today, seeing how impressive the Oracles from the Void God System were and the chemistry they had in splitting the task and working together with one another so effectively, he could not help but start to rethink his past practices. He felt that perhaps there were areas that might have been wrong and require some adjustments and modifications.

On the other side, the God of Knowledge maintained his silence just as he did from the very beginning. Thinking about his six possessed bodies falling into a predicament thus having to rely on Xiao’ao’s sacrifice to turn the tables in order to kill the two Sacred Warriors from the other side, or the subsequent vicious battle where it cost him a dear price of four casualties, with two injured and two dead, just to kill the Archbishop of the Church of the God of Aristocracy—all this while, the God of Knowledge remained passive and did not do anything.

This was not because he had such a deep character that he concealed his emotions. It was because the body that he left in the sky was, in fact, only an empty shell used to hide his true intentions and cover his tracks.

With the help of the pills that Sui Xiong had given him, he had invested a large amount of divinity during this descent and had hidden this divinity within the body of one of the Holy Sons.

In other words, he was near to descending in his own true form. He was only hiding his true ability and waiting for the critical moment where he could turn the tables!

Now, he had no time for any distractions.

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It was four against six, where two were quite severely injured so their combined strength might only be the equivalent of one.

Such a situation was truly an extreme disadvantage for the God of Knowledge. Especially when the Legendary Masters of the Church of the God of Aristocracy were fully prepared with all their strengths poured into the game. They were truly doing their utmost best. With the death of the Archbishop and the loss of the two Sacred Warriors, the leaders representing the Church of the God of Aristocracy for this battle could be said to have been completely wiped out. In the end, the surviving ones were more of those from the core level that consisted of members like the trio of the elderly man, the middle-aged man and the jolly green fellow—who were not considered leaders—or the trio consisting of settlers from other places, who were only hired for the purpose of fighting battles. If they did not put in more effort to strive for victory, they would most certainly be criticized when they returned to the church.

Or even if they were so powerful that people did not dare to criticize them upfront, people could still point fingers and make comments behind their backs. What could they do then? Not to mention, the criticisms made by the mortals. They could perhaps choose not to accept those, but what about the criticisms from His Majesty, the God of Aristocracy?

The moment the thought of them possibly upsetting the God of Aristocracy crossed their minds, the six Legendary Masters immediately felt a shudder in their bones and tasted bitterness in their mouth. They had to fight with everything they had to the best they could. They had to fight hard to win a beautiful battle.

Now that the mistake was made, it was simply impossible to salvage anything. They could only hope that they could atone for their mistake by accomplishing a victorious win.

So long as they could kill all the six god-possessed bodies sent by the God of Knowledge and win this duel of the churches, then at the very least, they could still be considered to have accomplished their mission. In the future, when they had to face His Majesty, the God of Aristocracy, at least they could hope that he would not brood over their past mistake and hold it against them. Instead, they hoped that he would mete out a lighter punishment.

Now, this was all they could count on, nothing else but this.

So they shouted, roared and screamed as they fought, and the battle grew even wilder than before. Then, once again, gunfire fell from the sky…