"This doesn't make sense …"
Seeing that he was summoning with the lowest amount of resources, a golden light flashed on the altar, and one by one, the elite Oracles, who were fully armed and murderous, walked down one by one. Judging by their equipment, one could tell that their combat power was very impressive. Kabala, the senior pretty boy summoner, felt that there was either something wrong with his eyes or his brain.
Or, there was something wrong with both of them.
Kabala used his Intelligence, which was estimated to be about 14 to 15 according to Sui's classification, to think about it. It seemed that there was something wrong with both of them.
So, he was relieved.
"Illusion, it's all an illusion, it can't fool me!"
He muttered and continued to summon.
Compared to the other colleagues who had a dull look in their eyes, his reaction was undoubtedly the calmest, so much so that more than one elite Oracle gave him a look of approval.
Well, it was just a look of approval. They were very busy now, and they had no time to talk in detail with this guy who was obviously a little dark but was called a pretty boy.
Just as they had estimated when they were in the God Kingdom, the current situation was indeed very urgent.
Four against six, and two of them were injured. In such a disadvantageous situation, even the incarnation of a god could not turn the situation around.
Oh, it was not four against six now, it was two against five. The two injured Holy Maidens had been sacrificed, and what they exchanged for was the life of the Berserker.
Among the five remaining Legendary Masters of the Church of the God of Aristocracy, the old, middle-aged and young trio and the Space Mage were in good condition, not even injured at all. The tall and thin old Ranger was injured, but it was not serious and would not affect his combat power much.
Even if the last two Holy Sons were basically uninjured and still maintained a relatively complete combat power, the situation was already extremely bad with two against five, and it looked like they would not be able to hold on much longer.
If not for the fact that the two Holy Maidens had dragged the most ferocious Berserker down with them, slightly intimidating the enemy and making them not dare to fight too fiercely. If not for the fact that they sought to avoid making mistakes instead of gaining merits in battle, the last two Holy Maidens would probably have been killed long ago.
This was the result of the battle under the situation where there were Oracles and artillery support. If not … one could imagine what would have happened.
As a price, the light patrol and expulsion level Oracles responsible for the front had all been lost, and even the main battleship level Oracles had been sent by Lion to help disperse the firepower and block the bullets. If not for this, the battle would have been long over.
Lion was currently standing not far from the battle circle, her face gloomy, her hands tightly holding the scepter, and it was obvious that she was hesitating.
As one of the only two fantasy-level Oracles, her combat power was unquestionable. If she also participated in the battle, she could at least match a Legendary powerhouse. If she worked hard, she might be able to match one and a half Legendary powerhouses.
But this was the limit. Compared to her value as a commander, she could not be compared to a Legendary Warrior.
However, as a soldier, it was very difficult for Lion to accept a situation where he could only stand by the side when his comrade was risking his life. It was not that she. She could of it, of powerless, not, and could not, and could do anything.,
So when she saw those elite Oracles arrive, she smiled very happily.
Even during the drill, the "Alliance Camp" she represented and the "Axis Camp" represented by the other party were always in a fierce battle, and she had been sunk more than once by someone of the other party. But at this time, seeing the arrival of these reliable partners was no different from giving her a shot of adrenaline, allowing her mood to regain its calmness.
"How do we fight?" Before arriving at the battlefield, a blonde and fair-skinned girl dressed in a completely different style from her companions shouted, "fantasy-level, tactical commander, quick!"
Although the main task of this person in the drill battle was to search for Lion at high speed, obstruct his command, and sink him if there was a chance, a drill was a drill after all. Everyone knew that in a real battle, this fantasy-level was still very reliable as a commander.
So the moment she spoke, she asked about tactics.
"There's no need for any tactics …" Lion said with a smile, "Just rush up and beat them to the ground."
"I like this tactic, it's simply super crossbow level!"
"I like it too, just understand!"
The girls laughed and shouted. One by one, they increased their speed to the maximum, and all their weapons were unsheathed. While pouring out fierce artillery fire, they took out their usual melee weapons and roared towards the enemy.
In just an instant, the battle situation was reversed.
Although the elite Oracles were somewhat weakened due to the summoning, they were all solid Legendary Powerhouses, and they had participated in large-scale Oracle Legion battles more than once. Usually, when they had nothing to do, they would drill. Throughout the year, at least half a year was spent in battle, so they had extremely rich combat experience. They immediately grasped the extent of their weakening, and then according to their own habits, they formed combat teams and found different opponents.
At this time, the difference between "professional" and "amateur" could be seen. When the old, middle-aged, and young trio saw that the situation was not right, they immediately formed a triangular formation and hurriedly retreated; but the spatial mage and the tall and thin ranger were a little slower, and they were left in front to take the blame.
The two remaining Holy Sons did not intend to pursue and immediately entangled these two people. Following that, the elite Oracles quickly joined in, forming a solid encirclement.
"What do we do?" The young man of the old, middle-aged, and young trio asked with a frown.
"Retreat! Go to our Holy Son's side! "The middle-aged man said without hesitation.
So they retreated without any sense of loyalty, leaving only the angry tall and thin ranger and the spatial mage struggling to hold on.
After a while, the tall and thin old man finally could not hold on any longer, and was hit by several Oracles at the same time. He did not even have time to scream, and his body became a pile of tragic appearance that needed to be censored in children's movies.
Seeing this scene, the spatial mage, who tried to escape several times but was blocked, finally gave up and shouted, "I surrender!"
Fortunately, her shout was timely enough. A shining katana had already been pressed against her neck from behind, and it was only a step away from decapitating her.
Feeling the cold and sharp breath on her neck, the spatial mage's face turned pale, and her body trembled like a leaf in the wind.
But on her face, there was a trace of a smile.
Since this knife did not cut down, then her life was considered saved.
As for whether the behavior of surrendering would anger Her Majesty the Noble Maids … after all, she was just a mercenary. Although she had been employed by the Noble Maids Church for more than a hundred years, she was not a member of the church after all. At most, she was a guest minister.
What guest minister … Wasn't it just to keep a distance, so that when needed, she could turn in time!
"I really surrender!" In order to prevent accidents, she emphasized again, "If you need, I can immediately change sides … as long as you remove the knife from my neck."
The girl with double ponytails holding the long katana hesitated for a moment, sighed, turned the long katana, and put it back into the scabbard.
"We accept your surrender." Olian, who was supported to come over, said with a smile, "But, please show your sincerity."
Because of the serious injury, her face was as pale as paper, but she smiled very happily.
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