The remaining Crusader Army had collapsed into complete disarray, while the Federation had already switched into full pursuit-and-slaughter mode.
No matter how hard Velos tried, he was unable to regroup the remaining twenty-plus legions.
It could be said that this was already a disastrous rout.
The reason the Black Church fleet had barely any deserters despite the situation was the Church-style faith they dared to believe in.
It had to be said that this kind of thing was sometimes quite powerful, at least when it came to brainwashing.
However, even if they scattered without fully breaking apart, it could not change the final outcome.
Especially since—
The Third Mobile Church, that colossal construct as vast as a miniature Starry Sky Continent, had now been targeted.
Three Third Tier powerhouses, accompanied by more than ten Second Tier fighters, charged directly toward the Third Mobile Church.
Although there was still an escort fleet around it, with three Third Tier powerhouses clearing the way, none of that meant anything.
After all, this was not like Wang Hai's earlier race against time. Without a time limit, a Third Tier powerhouse alone was enough to break through a fleet of the Black Church's caliber.
Inside one of the Church's halls.
"Archbishop Velos, more than twenty Heretics are charging straight at us. Three of them have energy intensities no weaker than His Holiness the Pope!"
Hiss.
The sudden report made the group of purple-robed bishops in the Church suck in sharp breaths.
Originally, Pope Ternova, a Third Tier powerhouse, had already been a godlike existence in their hearts.
Yet the Heretics could casually pull out a whole group of people at that level.
How were they supposed to fight this war? Could they even win?
"Order all purple-robed bishops in the Third Church to assemble. Come