Cthulhu Gonfalon Chapter 622

Chapter 622: Chapter 162
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
After both sides made up their minds, the battle started again.
Strictly speaking, the battle had never stopped. Even when the heads of both sides were busy discussing a short while ago, the mid and high-level clergymen did not stop reciting prayers. Repeatedly, they sent forth the combination of divinity and carried out an intense exchange of attack and defense.
The thing was… both sides were not in good shape. One side was suffering from heavy casualties with soldiers getting injured and generals getting slain. The other side almost wet their pants after being scared of their wits by the Punishing Fist of Heaven. Caught in such a situation, their performances were naturally vastly different from before, where they could meet the expectations of the so-called textbook standard of combined divinity and defense mechanisms. If expressed in network language, previously, it was a great battle of masters crossing swords with one another; but now, it was merely a domestic fight of chickens pecking at one another.
And even though they might seem more like chickens pecking at one another, none of them wasted a single second to rest. This showed what fine people they were and how well-trained they were.
What a pity! Both sides were declining at the same time. Once again, they were locked in a battle where neither wanted to give in. This was because if any party had chosen to give in, there was a possibility that the other side would gain some advantages out of the situation.
Of course, this duel between the two churches, which had 16 Legendary Masters participating, could at most provide a mere advantage, but that wasn’t really a big deal. Even though out of all these clergymen who were executing the combined divinity formation, the ones lowest in rank were minimally mid-ranked clergymen who were qualified enough to take up positions as bishops in smaller areas. Yet in today’s battlefield, they were merely the backdrop for the Legendary Masters.
Not only were they in the backdrop, the moment the Legendary Masters came to grips with one another, these clergymen would even become hindrances that might get in the way of the fight.
This was why when the nine Legendary Masters from the Church of the God of Aristocracy were spreading the influence of their powerful aura without inhibition as they advanced towards the battlefront, the attack and defense mechanism of the combined divinity formation of both sides finally came to a halt.
Now, it was battle of the Legendary Masters. No matter how they fought and banged away, not only were the clergymen unable to render help, they might even be a hindrance to the Masters representing them.
However, even though the attack and defense came to a halt, the confrontation between the two formations of combined divinity did not stop. It was merely replaced with a confrontation between buff spells and nerf spells.
Should one side speed up, the other side would slow down; if one side displayed their strength as a powerful, superior bull, the other side would weaken its glowing halo as much as it could. In short, there would be one side trying its best to enhance and strengthen the state of its Legendary Masters, while the other side would be doing all it could to weaken its opponent.
Generally speaking, this was actually the job of magicians in an ordinary, large-scale battle. The only difference in the situation was that it was a group of people casting spells on a few people when usually, it would be a few magicians casting spells on a large group of people. But today, the roles were reversed.
However, if only combat power was taken into consideration, then such a reversal was understandable. It did not matter whether there was a large number of clergymen executing the combined divinity formation or not. If a fight really happened, all that was required were two to three Legendary Masters to achieve the task of utterly defeating these clergymen and sending them fleeing helter-skelter after dropping their shields and armor.
At such a level of combat, all that these clergymen could do was supplement help by casting spells.
Also, looking over to the other side, six figures were leaving their positions from the formation of the God of Knowledge. This caused them even more distress than before.
Those six figures consisted of young boys and maidens, all with expressions as calm as still waters. Not a hint of effects, buff spells or nerf spells could be detected from them.
This was certainly a matter, of course. So long as one was willing to, the gods could immunize any spells below the Legendary level. Even for clones with powers that were so insignificant when compared to those of the actual being, the same could be achieved.
In such a battle, it was certainly not an exceptionally good choice to be without any state spells. However, as compared to personally experiencing a continuous switch between buff spells and nerf spells, this was so much better.
The trio of the elderly man, the middle-aged man, and the jolly green fellow were already muttering uncontrollably, “This is not going to be an easy battle at all!”
The Archbishop maintained an indifferent expression. Without even turning back, she said, “The situation is in our favor. I suppose, Olian might have sustained injuries just now, which should most probably be the outcome of the Punishing Fist of Heaven.”
Even without her reminder, everyone had noticed that only the six Holy Sons and Holy Daughters from the Church of the God of Knowledge were sent to battle. Olian Geerteng, the Legendary Master, did not attack.
Although no one was certain whether the situation was just as how the Archbishop had predicted, this was unquestionably a great piece of news!
Now, it went from nine Legendary Masters to six. Furthermore, the Holy Sons and Holy Daughters from their side could be mobilized as descending gods any time to render assistance.
“What a great advantage!” said a berserker warrior with his mouth so open that even his long beard could not hide his excited smile. Like a wild, ferocious and hideous-looking beast about to go on a hunt, he said, “Seems like the Goddess of Fortune is smiling upon me and wants me to earn a big fortune!”
A female magician adept in space magic happened to be beside him and smiled when she heard what he said. “Not smiling upon ‘me,’ but smiling upon ‘us,’” she said. “Maybe after this battle has ended, we should all make a trip over to the Pantheon Temple and donate some offerings.”
“That’s not a problem at all. By that time, I will be loaded with cash.”
The tall elderly man walked over to the other side of the berserker warrior. This time, he also smiled as he said, “By that time, do remember to count me in. After receiving the luck bestowed upon us, we should always show how grateful we are.”
They continued their conversation as though no one else was around, looking as though they had already won the fight. Comrades who heard them simply had to laugh upon hearing their conversation. Even the Archbishop of the Church of the God of Aristocracy had to smile at their conversation, though she must be muttering in her heart, This is obviously my lord protecting us; how does this concern the Goddess of Fortune?
An army’s morale could either be boosted or deflated, and now was the time for them to boost theirs.
High up in the sky, the God of Aristocracy was also facing the God of Knowledge with a most complacent smile.
Without a doubt, his followers now had the upper hand. So long as no accidents happened, victory would be his to claim.
The God of Knowledge was rather nonchalant over the battle outcome. He merely wanted to teach the fellow, who had executed the Punishing Fist of Heaven and severely injured Olian, a good lesson. Winning the battle did not matter much to him; though of course, it would be good if they could win.
Even the God of War could not really ensure that he could win every single battle he fought, so so what if the God of Knowledge were to lose a battle or two. Did it really matter?
Even if this ended up being a failed attempt to block off the God of Aristocracy, and he successfully stepped into the realm of a great Divine Power—so what? No one could be certain of what would happen in the future. In the future, would there really be a war between the Void God System and the Human God System? By the time war was waged, who knew what the situation would be like?
In just more than 50 years, His Majesty had nurtured and cultivated three of his followers, and soon, there would be a fourth “God of Agriculture.” After another one to two hundred, the followers under his command would increase in number and power!
Not only that, but His Majesty’s allies would increase in number. Previously, he had formed alliances with the God of Justice and the Goddess of the Ocean, then the God of Desolation, and the Goddess of Wealth. Now, his allies had extended to the addition of the God of Law and the God of War. Furthermore, the God of War had brought along his entire God System to join in the alliance. In the future, his alliances would definitely grow steadily. By then, who could tell which side would be dominating through sheer weight of numbers!
Besides, the God of Aristocracy was making progress, and he was also making progress. Over the past 30 years, he had progressed from a mortal to become a mid-level Divine Power; given another few hundred years, he might already have stepped up into the level of a great Divine Power.
This was definitely not an idle dream of his. He was very confident. He knew that the Human God System would never allow the Master of Mystery to lead such a peaceful life. Rescinding the Master of Mystery’s sealed title and relegating him to the God of Mystery was only their first step. Sooner or later, they would strip him of all priesthoods related to “Mystery.” By that time, the God of Knowledge could seize the opportunity to tear apart the priesthood of Mystery; then he could easily gain a steady foothold and step up to the level of a great Divine Power!
Eventually, when the two god systems really came to a confrontation, he, the God of Knowledge, would absolutely not lose to the God of Aristocracy!
With such confidence, he smiled without the intention of backing off from any possible battle. And at the same moment when he smiled, the six Holy Sons and Holy Daughters picked up speed without warning and instantly became six streams of flowing light that directed their path towards the Archbishop of the Church of the God of Aristocracy.
For now, nothing else mattered more than what he wanted to do, and that was to first kill the guy who had injured Olian!