Act 161: Blazing Winged Divine Envoys

Brando was naturally overjoyed by the sudden appearance of Charles and Hypamira, but Dark Kouhua might not have felt the same. In fact, the situation was already extremely unfavorable for her. Aside from Brando, both Mephisto and Veronica excelled at wide-area sword techniques. Under their attacks, even the conduits beneath the platform, reinforced by magical protection, could only hold out for a little longer. They were still rapidly dwindling at a speed visible to the naked eye. In barely a moment, a third of them had already been lost.

Charles and Hypamira, who were slowly drifting down from the cliff one after the other, were bona fide spellcasters. Spellcasters—whether Elemental Envoys, Law Wizards, witches, or summoners—were all masters of area attacks. Even priests, clerics, and sacrificial priests who wielded Divine Arts were at least far more proficient in this field than warriors.

After a series of battles, especially after sharing the massive experience from the battle between Mein and Mel, Charles and Hypamira had both reached level thirty-nine. In fact, they could already be considered Gold Initiates. Although they were still far from their peak, dealing with the conduits was more than sufficient. Moreover, with Lainaret, a genuine Gold Rank, and Shido, who was half a spellcaster herself, even if they only lent a hand through ranged attacks, Dark Kouhua's defenses soon became precarious.

The situation was anything but optimistic, and she immediately grew anxious. She shouted angrily, "Sister, are you really just going to watch outsiders deal with me?"

Everyone stiffened, especially Shido and the others, who hurriedly turned to look at Kouhua. But Kouhua merely frowned and shook her head. "I won't take part in the battle. That's not what I yearn for. Sister, give up on your impractical wish. The Gods no longer belong to this world.