"Since there are no nuclear weapons, does the Saint's Association have the means to deal with these problems?"
The prehistoric hero Enmenam was exasperated. His descendants were far too much trouble, and even he, their Old Ancestor, was finding it hard to put up with them.
He looked toward the Saint of "Strength," who had been woken by the conversation. These messes had all been caused by the Saint's Association, so naturally, it was their responsibility to clean them up.
"Emmm..."
Hercules had only managed a light nap. Hearing Enmenam's question, he rolled his eyes and hesitated for a moment before nodding firmly. "We do!"
"Can you tell us more?"
Enmenam narrowed his eyes. It looked like these Saints had been holding something back. They weren't being honest at all!
The Saint of "Strength," Hercules, spoke with barely concealed excitement. "The Sacred Artifacts! The Sacred Artifacts of the Thirteen Saints. Once all thirteen Saints are in place, that's when the Saint's Association is at its strongest."
Throughout the Saint's Association's history, whenever they faced a crisis that threatened to destroy them, their perpetually vacant Saint positions would be filled. Once the power of all thirteen Saints was gathered, they could jointly unleash the Sacred Artifacts, whose power rivaled a miracle. That was the Saint's Association's finest, most invincible hour. No one could defeat the Saint's Association when it wielded the Sacred Artifacts.
Even against those zombies and the missing Armored Nightmare, the Saint's Association was confident it had the means to wipe them out completely in short order.
To the Saint's Association, the Sacred Artifacts were almost as important as nuclear weapons.
As long as the Sacred Artifacts remained, even if only one Saint were left alive, everyone else had perished, and all the Association's accumulated wealth had vanished, the