Watching as the "Divine Carriage" began descending steadily, the Archbishop, who had been standing in the central area of the Land of Divine Descent, finally made his move.
He swiftly ran toward the edge of the Land of Divine Descent.
Chen Fan watched with an odd expression as the pair of Mechanical Legs, illuminated by firelight, swung so fast they left afterimages. Countless snarky thoughts rose in his mind.
He had not expected the Archbishop to look so fanatical on the surface while actually keeping such a clear head.
The fireball descended rapidly, reaching the crowd's heads from high in the sky in the blink of an eye.
Directly beneath the fireball was a long, straight stream of deep blue exhaust.
At a glance, the deep blue stream resembled the exhaust plume at the bottom of a rocket.
But Chen Fan knew full well that the two were clearly not on the same technological level.
Under the counterthrust of that narrow stream, the fireball's descent gradually slowed. The ground of the Land of Divine Descent, coated in thick fireproof material, began crackling as its surface melted.
Feeling waves of heat pouring down from overhead, Chen Fan instinctively stepped back half a pace.
Like Chen Fan, the surrounding priests and bishops retreated as well. Even so, their eyes brimmed with fanatic light—unlike the Archbishop, theirs was a gaze bordering on madness.
Seeing the fervent looks in everyone's eyes, Chen Fan could not help but shudder.
He had no doubt that, with a single order from the Archbishop, these priests and bishops would throw themselves at that fireball without hesitation!
He shook his head and tossed that censorship-worthy image out of his mind.
Chen Fan took a deep breath of scorching air, narrowed his eyes, and carefully studied the descending fireball.
It