Kwa kwang!0

Kukwakwang!0

The black energy blades surged like a tidal wave and destroyed everything. The elders’ meeting room was turned into ruins in an instant.0

‘Enormous damage!’0

Pascal and the elders thought. The prostitutes shaking in the corner were protected by Raphael's Spear, but the elders only had each other to rely on..0

“Holy Shield!”0

“Resist the Dark!”0

Pascal and the others increased their physical and black magic resistance before using heals on each other. There was no room to worry about mana.  Their top priority was enduring and surviving the aggressive attack.0

“The paladins will rush over when the turmoil grows! Buy time until then!”0

“Don’t stop healing!”0

Flash!0

The green light restoring their wounds and health shone without rest. It was like looking at an aurora. These were heals used by the highest ranked priests of the Rebecca Church. It could even endure a dragon’s breath for a while. But the current reality was different.0

'The amount of recovery can’t keep up with the damage!’0

‘This isn’t a destructive power that humans can exert! Grid is surely a demonkin!’0

The +9 Failure. It was a weapon that had an attack power comparable to the Rebecca Church’s three divine artefacts. The...0