"Summoning angels to descend?
No!
This was clearly summoning Fallen Angels!"
The Skeleton Lord cried out in alarm.
Upon receiving the order, his first reaction had been disbelief. The Church might have plenty of problems, but it had never been this utterly deranged.
If "the descent of angels" was the Church's trump card, then Fallen Angels were the mortal enemies of the holy camp.
During the last battle of the Sacred Mountain, a single misstep had allowed others to scheme against them, causing every descended angel to fall and leaving the Church severely weakened.
That had already been painful enough, yet now they were actually taking the initiative to make angels fall. If this news spread, not only would the Aslant Continent be thrown into upheaval, but the angel race itself would be furious enough to spit blood.
Ordinary people all believed angels to be the spokesmen of the gods, as though the two were one and the same. In truth, that was complete nonsense.
Gods were gods, and angels were angels. They were entirely different species.
If there was any relationship between them, angels were the gods' believers—or perhaps the gods' tools.
"Norman, don't make such a fuss!
Angels are creatures from another world. Their descent upon the Aslant Continent already violates the rules, so naturally, a price must be paid.
In the past, whenever we summoned angels to descend, we had to pay a terrible price.
You know the Holy Court's current situation. Those costs are clearly beyond what we can bear now.
If we want to summon a large number of angels, we naturally have to find a way to reduce the cost. As for whether they fall, that depends on their own nature.
The Holy Court and the angel race have had a contract since ancient