"After today, I don't know how many more corpses and skeletons will be added here …" Olian Geerteng looked at the surrounding lush forest, but her mood was a little gloomy.
From a personal point of view, she did not want to fight this battle. The world was very big, and there were many places where she could preach. Moreover, preaching was a long-term thing. There was no need to fight for a short period of time or a place, and there was no need to fight to this extent.
But she also knew that her teacher's decision was right.
Now, for her teacher, the God of Knowledge, this preaching was indeed a good thing, but it did not matter if she lost it. But for the God of Aristocracy, it was the best opportunity for them to become a great Divine Power. If they took this opportunity to become a great Divine Power, when the two God Systems crossed swords in the future, their side would inevitably suffer a great loss.
So, even if it was just to weaken the enemy and protect themselves, they had to stop the God of Aristocracy and not let them succeed in their advancement.
Although they had to fight for this, die, and pay a huge loss, it was all worth it!
People could not only look at what was in front of them, they had to look far ahead …
So, she just sighed and calmed her mood. She ordered her followers to set up their battle formation, set up their positions, and prepared to fight a tough battle.
Today, she brought along the elites of the Church of the God of Knowledge. Even the odd-job workers were not ordinary people. With one command, everyone immediately got busy. In just a moment, a large area of the surrounding forest had been cut down, and the ground had been tidied up. Some of the tree roots were dug up, and some were used as the base for setting up the magic formation. They were engraved with runes and refined into temporary artifacts.
As the saying went, strength in numbers. With more people, the efficiency of work would naturally be higher.
All this work was necessary. The war between the churches was very special. It was different from the small-scale scuffles of adventurers who fought and killed each other, and it was also different from the cold and fierce large-scale battles of soldiers. Most of their battles relied on their respective Divine Power positions, and they used various means with the help of Divine Power.
In particular, the high-end martial forces of the Church of the God of Knowledge were obviously inferior to the other party, so they paid more attention to the construction of their positions. Only by constructing a perfect formation and summoning powerful oracles could they make up for the disparity in strength and strive for victory.
On the other side, the Church of the God of Aristocracy's style of doing things was completely different from that of the Church of the God of Knowledge. They were also building their positions, but they directly used magic flames to burn down a large area of the forest. Then, they laid down stone slabs with magic runes engraved on them, and used pieces of magical artifacts that they had prepared beforehand to set up their positions. This was not only faster, but the effects were also better — of course, the cost was also higher.
In terms of money, of course, the Church of the God of Knowledge had money. However, the "cost" did not only include money. Those artifacts that could be used to quickly construct the Divine Power Front, even if the cost was not taken into consideration, would still require a large amount of time to produce. However, from the establishment of the Church of the God of Knowledge until now, it had only been a few decades. How could they have accumulated so much?
At the end of the day, they still lacked manpower.
"The scouts have reported that the other side is leveling the ground and setting up their positions." A tall and skinny old man chuckled. "What's funny is that they actually left behind many tree roots and carved runes on them as nodes of the formation."
"Haha! That's too poor! " A burly man laughed. "The tree roots are not strong. When the Divine Power of both sides collides, they will break after a few hits."
"Don't expect too much from the younger generation. The oldest among them is not even as old as your grandson." A woman dressed in luxurious clothing who looked rather graceful smiled slightly, but her smile was full of mockery.
The three of them were part of the nine Legendary Masters of the Church of the God of Aristocracy. Because they were either good at attacking, extremely fast, or proficient in space spells, they were arranged at the front line. Naturally, it was to gain the upper hand by making a show of strength. Moreover, even if the battle situation was slightly disadvantageous, they could still advance and retreat freely and would not be easily killed.
"In the Church of the God of Knowledge, on the surface, there is only one Legendary Master." Behind the position of the Church of the God of Aristocracy, among the six Legendary Masters who were discussing, the woman wearing a purple robe and a silver crown said calmly, "But, we have to guard against the Legendary Masters of the Church of the Void Mask coming to support us."
"That would be against the rules!" An old man who was so old that he was almost a mummy hit the ground hard with his crutch. Instantly, the solid stone slabs were torn into pieces. Obviously, the older he was, the more stubborn he became.
A smiling young man next to him hurriedly reached out. With a flash of green light, the stone slabs were pieced back together and returned to their original state in the blink of an eye. And another middle-aged man who looked like a fair and clean scholar advised the old man to calm down and not lower himself to the level of those vulgar people.
These three people looked like they were from three generations, but in fact, they were people of the same era. Their age difference was at most a hundred years. It was just that the one who looked like a young man paid attention to his appearance and deliberately maintained his appearance, while the one who looked like a mummy deliberately looked old. That was why there was such a big difference in appearance.
The three people in front, the three of them, were the High Priestesses of the Church of the God of Aristocracy. Next to them were two similar looking burly men in heavy armor who were silent. These were the famous Nine Legendary Powerhouses of the Church of the God of Aristocracy.
The God of Aristocracy had not been apotheosized for long, less than three hundred years. Among the Nine Legendary Masters under them, only four were talents recruited or cultivated by them after they were apotheosized. The other five were masters who had been famous for a long time and later joined them. In particular, the old, middle-aged and young men were the three famous masters under the God of Royalty in the past. Back then, because they had a conflict with the High Priestess, they were treated coldly by the High Priestess for hundreds of years. They were indignant. Later, when the God of Aristocracy assassinated the God of Royalty and became independent, they immediately joined the God of Aristocracy and were put in important positions.
Generally speaking, no matter what kind of battle, the three of them were enough to send out. This time, the Church of the God of Aristocracy had sent the Nine Legendary Masters together, not only to ensure victory, but also to take advantage of this opportunity to establish their power and let other churches see their strength.
Interestingly, on the other side, the Church of the God of Knowledge also thought so.
The Divine Power position that had just been built was shrouded in smoke. They had used magic to shield all kinds of reconnaissance methods to conceal the scene in the center of the position.
And in the center of the position, an altar that could accommodate about four or five people had been built. The clergymen were dividing gems, gold coins, steel and biological materials into four piles and neatly piled them on the altar.
"Madam, aren't we putting in too much capital?" A high-level priest looked at the four small piles of things on the altar and could not help but feel distressed. "We've used so much at once … I'm afraid there are tens of thousands of gold coins."
"Money is not a problem," Olian said calmly. "This time, we're going to deal with a great enemy with nine Legendary Masters. If we don't summon a powerful Oracle, we'll lose without a doubt. No matter how much money we have, it's useless to the dead. "
"But … there's no need to spend so much at one time. I remember that we only need 30 units of each type, and we can summon an Oracle … "
"Can that kind of Oracle be of any help?" Olian asked.
The priest was silent for a moment and muttered, "At least it can exert power close to a high-level …"
"But it can only be used for a few seconds," Olian said. Olian said, "Oracles like that won't be of much help in a battle of this level."
"Maybe we'll get lucky and summon a powerful one …" Olian could not help but laugh.
Olian couldn't help but laugh. "30 units of each resource, and you want to summon a powerful elite oracle … Old Jorsida, I don't think your face is particularly pale. How can you be so confident in your character?"
The priest also knew that what he said was very unreliable. He could not help but blush and shut his mouth.
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