Cthulhu Gonfalon Chapter 628

Chapter 628: Chapter 168

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Olian had no intentions of giving the enemy too much respite. Soon enough, she was giving orders to the clergymen executing the combined divinity formation to continue reciting the prayers. This time, they were going to attack with all their might!
Hundreds of clergymen gathered and started reciting the prayers. Their combined divinity was so powerful that every strike it executed was comparable to that of a Legendary Master. The clergymen of the Church of the God of Aristocracy had already suffered a great loss. Although they were still doing their best to cast their spell, their combined divinity formation had become too vulnerable to resist any attacks. Every time they wanted to attack, they would require help from a member of the trio of the elderly man, the middle-aged man, and the jolly green fellow, who were taking turns making their move. This was the only way they could completely defuse the combined divinity of the Church of the God of Knowledge.
This was not without a price. The strength of the Legendary Masters might be very powerful, but it would not be possible for them to strike blows progressively with this same amount of force all the time, as that would inflict disastrous damage to their bodies. Take Shelly, the “Sky-Shattering Blade” for instance, though she wielded a skill that could wipe out an entire army with one blow, every time she struck once with this skill, she would have to recuperate for some time. The trio of the elderly man, the middle-aged man, and the jolly green fellow was stronger than Shelly, but regardless of how much stronger they were, they were after all, only at the mid-legendary level. Helping the clergymen defuse the attacks of their opponent’s combined divinity formation, was to them, quite a heavy burden to bear.
Fortunately, there were three of them, so they could take turns to go out onto the battlefield. Otherwise, the moment the battle dragged on a little while longer, they might not be able to hold out any further.
After helping the surviving clergymen resist the combined divinity that descended upon them from the sky, the middle-aged man said, “This can’t go on.” With a frown, he continued to say, “They are obviously using such a method to use up our power, while buying time for their Oracles and Holy Sons to recover. Then when their Oracles and Holy Sons have fully recovered, they’ll charge at us without warning. By then, we’ll have no choice but to concede defeat.”
The two Holy Daughters glanced at one another and exchanged nods. There were strange fluctuations rising up around them.
Up in the sky, a mysterious smile appeared on the God of Aristocracy’s face.
A while later, Olian frowned. But her frown was short-lived and once again, her smile returned.
“The God of Aristocracy had descended as well,” she said. “And most probably, the God of Aristocracy has sent down two clones. What cannot be determined is the amount of power they have.”
“Two against two, leave it to me,” a Holy Son said. He was sitting on the ground with a long, black knife that was hovering between material and immaterial in his arms.
This “me” most certainly did not refer to his actual self, but to the God of Knowledge.
“When the projection of the magical object has completely stabilized, we will attack,” said another Holy Son. “I will first force that fellow to retreat, then I will come and help you all.”
…
A peaceful and stable voice ordered, “Get up. None of you are at fault.”
Trembling in fear upon hearing this voice, the trio of the elderly man, the middle-aged man, and the jolly green fellow, who were perspiring profusely, got to their feet. Their expressions clearly reflected that they were still on pins and needles.
Although the appearance of the two Holy Daughters of the Church of the God of Aristocracy remained unchanged, their aura had changed. Their “human” touch had completely disappeared. In place, there was a deep and unfathomable vibe about them, and the aura they exuded now was cold and intimidating, such as that of the Superior.
Naturally, this was because the God of Aristocracy had descended. At that moment, they were no longer mere mortals, but gods that had descended upon Earth.
“The God of Knowledge does not seem to be very particular after all, allowing so many clones of him to descend together at one go, and then consecutively losing four of them…” commented the two Holy Daughters of the Church of the God of Aristocracy as they both looked towards the direction of the Church of the God of Knowledge. With a sparkling but inhospitable twinkle in their eyes, they went on commenting, “Whether the battle is won or lost, he is going to suffer a massive loss. It seems like his loss is going to outweigh his gain!”
“Your Majesty, what should we do now?” the middle-aged man asked.
The God of Aristocracy looked at him coldly in the eye and said, “When I need you to do something for me, I will give my orders for sure.”
The beads of perspiration on his forehead had yet to dry off, yet suddenly, a group of companions had appeared and joined him. The middle-aged man hurriedly shut his mouth and did not dare to say anything else.
Apparently, the Noble Lady, otherwise addressed by her followers as Her Majesty, was not in a very good mood. He did not dare to incur her wrath, lest he should lose his life because of it.
The God of Aristocracy paid no heed to him thereafter. She scrutinized in the direction of the Church of the God of Knowledge, then muttered under her breath, “The greatest problem still lies with those Oracles. These Oracles that the Void Mask created truly possess extraordinary power. It is going to be difficult dealing with them!”
She deliberated for a moment; then with a cold laugh, she said, “Seems like we have to play by the old rules! Mortal against mortal, gods against gods and Oracles against Oracles. Such rules undoubtedly make more sense.”
As the God of Aristocracy spoke, a Holy Daughter picked up an ordinary magic staff and walked to a clearing next to them. She quickly drew several symbols on the ground where the land had already been blown to pieces. Then with a casual toss of her magic staff, she faced the glittering symbols and started chanting.
In the Country of Light, which was the God’s Kingdom of the human gods, the noumenon of the God of Aristocracy sneered. With a single wave, a glowing portal appeared in the air. Then one after the other, numerous Oracles stood in line to wait for their turn to walk into the portal and out through the glittering symbols into the mortal world.
Amongst these Oracles, there were “Noble Knights” and “Lady Knights” who were under the command of the God of Aristocracy. There were also other well-known Oracles under the command of some of the various human gods, even including the prominent three types of elite Oracles: “True Silver Holy Sword,””Hammer of Revenge” and “Sword of Justice.” These three were under the command of the God of Light, who was the God of Human Beings.
Masters of aristocratic origin who had died would transform into Noble Knights. Not only were these Noble Knights skilled in using various kinds of weapons, but they also had an excellent ability to work with spells. Combining spells and martial skills would give rise to a perfect and graceful battle technique.
In this world, there were numerous elites among the aristocrats. They were rarely seen on normal days, but within the God’s Kingdom of the God of Aristocracy, there were, indeed, many of them. At the moment, the unanticipated sight of so many elites gathered together instantaneously became an eye-catching view that was so awe-inspiring, even to the extent of giving off a murderous vibe.
Lady Knights did not really refer to actual knights. Upon the deaths of female followers of the God of Aristocracy, they would be trained all over again and eventually, they would be transformed into Lady Knights, who were slightly different from the Noble Knights. Their armor was much lighter, and their battle equipment was so much more magnificent. The fanciful-looking Lady Knights might even give others the impression that they were very showy.
But anyone who belittled them because of their appearance was definitely slow in the head, because this handful of maidens who looked nothing like outstanding knights were actually a group of spellcasters. They were a group of spellcasters who were quite powerful in combat, but even more powerful in spellcasting!
As for the three types of elite Oracles, namely the True Silver Holy Swords, the Hammers of Revenge and the Swords of Justice, who were even more renowned, they had fought north and south on many fronts and had won countless victories. They had conquered so many battles that at the sight of them, the three Legendary Masters heaved great sighs of relief as though the lot was cast and they had a foregone conclusion about the battle outcome.
Without mentioning any other things, just within the group of the Hammers of Revenge, every one of these Oracles had capabilities that were near to a weak Divine Power. Even though they had been weakened because they were summoned into the mortal world, they were, nonetheless, not easy opponents to ordinary Oracles!
Along with the numerous elite Oracles emerging in a single file, the surviving clergymen from the Church of the God of Aristocracy regained their confidence and smiled.
“You want to use your Oracles to fight mine? Will I lose to a god that is thirty years my junior?” the God of Aristocracy asked with a sneer. He continued to say, “Even if he has the Void Mask backing him up, how many elite Oracles could he possible deploy for use? Our Human God System has such a profound heritage that has been accumulated in abundance over the years, it is impossible for us to lose!”