Andrew brought his blade to his side just in time. With a clang, he blocked both hooks. The High Priestess spun, sweeping her hooks toward his back.
Andrew made no attempt to defend himself. He swung his massive blade at the High Priestess, clearly intending to trade blows.
No, that wasn't quite right. Getting hooked would leave Andrew with a minor injury at most, while a strike from the Great Cleaver would cut the High Priestess clean in two.
Left with no choice, the High Priestess quickly retreated and circled him, looking for an opening.
Overall, the High Priestess was an assassin type: fast, but so frail she couldn't withstand even one slash. Andrew, meanwhile, was a strength-based tank whose only weakness was his slow speed. The fight could still go either way.
By now, chaos had engulfed the church. Gunshots, slashing blades, and screams rang out everywhere. Sharon and Rose huddled trembling in a corner, relying entirely on Cybil's protection.
The High Priestess had fewer monsters on her side, but they were powerful. The spider puppet, for instance, turned any human or monster it struck into a pitiful puppet, then removed its victim's head and carried it into battle.
With plenty of armed believers helping them, the High Priestess's side held its own, leaving holes all over the church as the battle raged.
Seeing the chaos, Evil Will flew straight toward the Bishop. Once she dealt with the Bishop, everything else would be easy.
Wade hurriedly shouted to Set through his mind, "Hey, Hydra, things have gotten this far. Hurry up and unseal my powers and body! The Fallen Demon King has already discovered us anyway."
"Fine. Remember, don't kill Evil Will. Just subdue her. Understand?"
Set nodded, and his eye moved onto the Bishop's forehead. Then Wade returned