Groups of clerics emerged, the dazzling gold patterns on their white robes gleaming.
These were robes that only high-ranking clerics could wear. Aside from Transcendents, they were the backbone of the Church.
There were quite a few Transcendents as well, operating a large machine off to one side. It was a long, narrow machine shaped like a lamprey. At first glance, it resembled a tunnel-boring machine, but it was far more elongated, and fresh soil still clung to the excavation mechanism at its front.
It had clearly tunneled down from above.
The Candlelight Society's clerics swiftly formed up, clearly having come prepared. Several [Investigators] vaguely sealed off the Untouchables' escape routes.
"Looks like things are going badly. Does the Candlelight Society accept surrender?" Nini glanced around and shrugged.
"They never accept surrender, especially from other races," Frey muttered.
"Then what are we waiting for? Pick up your weapons!" Nini called out, casually removing a Gatling Gun and a Dragon Breath Cannon from the clasps on her armor.
Beside her, Una stepped forward in full gear as well.
The battle erupted in an instant!
Nini and Una alone possessed firepower equal to three Empire Truth combat squads, yet their combat skills were equally refined—Nini could even wield three Gatling Guns at once, forcibly suppressing their recoil.
Una was no less formidable. The usually quiet Banshee had brought six Dragon Breath Cannons with her. Relying on her heavy Banshee armor, she charged straight into the enemy line, followed by a furious burst of flames.
The Untouchables reacted half a beat too slowly. They scattered in every direction and climbed into the machines around them.
The recent collapse had damaged most of those machines, but it did not matter. These battered, ramshackle contraptions displayed astonishing endurance in battle.
Many of their parts had