Above the leaden clouds.
Boris's huge gauntleted palm slapped his own helmet, producing a buzzing clang.
"Ah, Holy Light—!"
His voice was muffled, yet so deep and resonant it seemed capable of shaking the clouds.
"My dear Valena, and Alesheni, who loves hiding away to sleep like the dead... Was I dreaming just now?"
Valena, clad in a suit of sacred silver armor, stood with her arms crossed. The matching cloak behind her snapped loudly in the wind.
She lowered her head and gazed toward the mountains to the southeast, toward the "Rock" Fortress.
"Boss, your dreams aren't nearly this bizarre."
Boris was momentarily rendered speechless. He could not find any good evidence with which to refute his companion's teasing.
Indeed.
How could a dream contain such an outrageous scene?
A Third Order warrior.
Chasing a grandmaster and beating him?
All right, this Third Order warrior could fly, project her attacks outward, and had mastered "Sanctification"—the Western term for Unity of Heaven and Man—but... she was indeed a Third Order warrior.
During the first phase of the five-day campaign, "Jiang Xue" had shocked Boris more than once.
But this time, without a doubt, the impact was even greater.
Click.
Boris flipped open his visor, extended his "bear paw," and rubbed his slightly stiff, furry face.
"Hey, Valena... I remember that when the church's upper echelons discussed whether to canonize her as a 'saint,' you voted against it, didn't you?"
The dashing female knight visibly stiffened, and her voice turned somewhat awkward. "Sorry, I underestimated her..."
Elsewhere.
Yun Heng kept glancing toward the two Iron Cans several thousand meters away.
The more he looked at them, the more he felt they harbored ill intentions.
He said to Li Guitang, "Director, why do I keep feeling those two are trying to dig