A brilliant blue light erupted from Vulgar Chastity’s body in the shape of a cross.

An earsplitting roar ensued.

It was truly a flawless shot.

The fact that the attack, which successfully caught Vulgar Chastity off guard, was the result of a combined effort made it all the more remarkable.

Marcel Ghionea tried to get up but stumbled.

Sweat broke out on his forehead, and he felt dizzy.

He was fine until a moment ago, but now he had a terrible headache, and even his vision was blurry.

This showed just how much effort he had put into that attack.

And all that hard work did pay off.

Vulgar Chastity fell out of the slowly diminishing light, her body torn and bruised.

The expression on her face was simply dazed as she fell endlessly toward the ground.

Everything happened so fast that she had trouble understanding what was going on.

No, the truth was, she just didn’t want to believe it.

But the hole on the left side of her chest, her insides brutally butchered by the explosion, and the blood reddening her vision, were all very real.

‘Not yet!’

Okay, she got hit by a Thunder. So what?

It didn’t matter that it hit her square in the chest. She was an Army Commander. She couldn’t possibly let one attack bring her down.

And right now, she even had her divinity unsealed. All she had to do was gather herself and prepare a counterattack, even if it meant pushing herself...