Sensing the almost suffocating spiritual pressure before him, Rizei Kyomine's pupils contracted sharply, and his expression froze.
The twelfth seat of the Dark Round Table, "Saint" Martha!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
At the same time, accompanied by the roar of propellers, one white parachute after another blossomed across the dawn-lit sky. Nearly a hundred fully armed Black Armored Soldiers skillfully cut their lines after landing, spreading around the village to establish a perimeter.
Guns loaded with specially enchanted bullets protruded from every direction, their muzzles trained maliciously on the church personnel in the field, making the Executors feel as though thorns were pressing against their backs.
When it came to technology, the Holy Church and the Mage's Association, both of which wielded mystical powers, had always maintained a certain reserve and arrogance. The two were not particularly compatible.
By contrast, those heretics of the Dark Council held such ingenious contraptions in high regard. Not only did they devote themselves to combining magecraft with modern weaponry, they had even secretly assembled a sizable special force.
This special force was equipped with formidable firepower and had once been active on battlefields across the world under the guise of international mercenaries.
As such, they not only possessed extensive combat experience, but also comprehensive techniques for suppressing magi and clergy. Countless boundary-crossing Phantasmal Species and fallen ones had fallen beneath their guns and blades. These people were extremely dangerous.
"Now, my people are taking over this place. You have no objections, do you?"
Martha glanced at the Church Executor. Though phrased as a question, her tone allowed no room for doubt.
Rizei Kyomine hesitated for a moment, then slightly bowed and nodded stiffly, utterly lacking the aggressive air he had displayed when he came to demand answers.
After all, even among saints, there were