"Alright, big brother is right."
Black Friday nodded.
Then, First Dutiful Son's expression became serious.
He contacted his guild's chat channel:
"All participating players, attention!"
"Prepare for battle!"
...
In the ranks of the Eternal Church.
Benedict II rode on a white horse, surrounded in the center by Judgement Knights and Church Bishops.
His gaze swept across the forests on both sides of the road, a trace of mockery flickering deep in his eyes.
The next second, the leaves in the forest rustled, accompanied by a piercing whistle, countless arrows and various offensive magic, shimmering with skill brilliance, poured down like raindrops, striking towards the army of the Eternal Church.
However, looking at the sudden attacks from both sides, neither the Holy Angels in the sky nor the Judgement Army on the ground seemed to care.
The bishops in the ranks narrowed their eyes.
They looked at the priests and shouted:
"Holy Shield!"
