At this moment, Elishael was completely stunned.
Even in the Dore Realm, where the Black Church was based, only they knew how to launch a Black Judgment. As for the Kunsa Realm, based on the intelligence currently gathered in the databases of the three civilizations, its overall technology was considerably inferior to that of the civilizations in the Dore Realm.
How could they possibly know how to launch a Black Judgment?
"This is absurd. Verify the data again. I want a definite answer!"
"Archbishop, we have already verified it three times."
"Then verify it a fourth time! I refuse to believe that the civilizations in the Kunsa Realm possess the ability to launch a Black Judgment!"
"Yes, Archbishop!"
A purple-robed bishop in the central control room could only steel himself and verify the data once more.
But very soon.
Once the fourth verification was complete, the result remained unchanged.
This was indeed a Black Judgment!
Moreover, according to calculations, with the speed a Fifth Generation Black Hole Engine could achieve, and with only thirty Standard Black Hole Units separating them from the point where the Black Judgment would erupt, there was simply no way to escape.
"Archbishop Elishael, the fleet definitely cannot get away, but you can. After leaving the fleet, your maximum speed can reach the theoretical value of a Sixth Generation Black Hole Engine. You can still reach a safe area before being caught in it!"
"You want me to abandon the entire Crusader Army and flee alone?"
Hearing Sand's suggestion, Elishael's eyes froze as he snapped angrily.
If he truly did that, how could he ever show his face in the church again?
"Archbishop Elishael, our losses this time have already been severe enough. Precisely because of that, nothing can happen to you!"
"After all, you are