The war had begun.
Now that the Puritan Faction had collectively entered the fray, all of London had become a true battlefield.
Boom—!
Explosions rang out without end.
Thud—!
Roars reverberated all around.
Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh—!
The magicians' battle cries seemed ready to blow away London's very air, carrying even greater force than the warriors' roars.
Caught off guard, the Knight Faction had no choice but to fight back against the entire Puritan Faction.
For a time, magic clashed against magic and weapons desperately collided with weapons. The scent of gunpowder seemed to fill the air, thick with the atmosphere of war.
Naturally, everyone from the Amakusa-Style Church shouted at the top of their lungs and joined the battle without hesitation.
Atop a ruin, Eliza stood at the forefront, with Laura and Limea on either side of her, gazing out over the battlefield.
"Looks like it's a stalemate."
"I thought the situation would be unfavorable for us."
"Cait Sith I lost more power than we expected, so Kerisha probably doesn't dare distribute too much power to the Knight Faction, does she?"
Eliza, Laura, and Limea calmly discussed the matter, utterly unmoved by the chaotic melee before them.
Just as the three of them had said.
Under normal circumstances, the Knight Faction, empowered by Cait Sith I, should have held the advantage.
Otherwise, the Knight Faction could hardly claim to be capable of suppressing all of England.
However, since Cait Sith I had already lost half of its power, even though the remaining thirty percent was still formidable, it could no longer be freely distributed among all members of the Knight Faction as before.
In other words, compared to before, the Knight Faction's strength had weakened considerably.
Otherwise, with only a few dozen members of the Amakusa-Style Church, even with Fang Li, Kanzaki,