Fabrik's appearance was undoubtedly making things worse for these believers.
They had yet to deal with the "werewolves," and now they had to face a powerful enemy.
As they fought, they discovered that their own comrades were traitors.
In just one day, the believers suffered massive casualties.
Fabrik alone was holding down two Five Decays of the Heavenly Being and twelve Heavenly Being Fourth Decays.
Under such crushing pressure, he was actually the one with the upper hand.
Fabrik shouted excitedly, "Hit harder! I can still take it!"
With that, he sent one Five Decays of the Heavenly Being flying with a punch, gouging out a massive crater in the ground. The kinetic force of his movement alone turned the soil into lava.
The other Five Decays of the Heavenly Being pierced Fabrik's chest with a Blazing Sun Sword, but a nearly identical wound appeared in his own chest.
Fabrik grinned savagely and slammed his head forward like a drill, then casually pulled the sword from his chest.
Just as the believers were nearing collapse, figures began descending from the sky.
Everyone knew that Reincarnators and System Hosts were elite combatants, and their numbers on any battlefield were never large.
Players and believers, on the other hand, relied on numbers.
Players could revive.
Believers simply had a lot of people.
Previously, the believers' numbers had only been close to the players'. Did that make sense?
If those believers who had just descended were included, then it made perfect sense.
Only now had all those who had come to this world arrived: four Five Decays of the Heavenly Being and seventy-three Heavenly Being Fourth Decays.
The person leading them looked exactly like Ilyasviel, except she had reached the Heavenly Being Third Decay.
Or rather, she was the real Ilyasviel.
The Ilyasviel