Leaving aside how the two women had somehow found common ground on such a baffling point, let us turn our attention back to the proper battlefield.
Solam had wiped out all the dark creatures summoned by the priests of Bane with just three punches. This completely panicked the bit-player priest, who had still retained a shred of confidence. Only now did he understand why headquarters had placed so much importance on Solam and repeatedly warned them not to provoke him.
But now, he felt it was a little too late. If he had known, he would never have revealed himself. Things had turned out like this, and he had no idea what to do.
Leave?
Heh. Never mind whether he could escape—even if Solam truly did not kill him, would returning be any better than death? Just look at those Crimson Executioners, like puppets! That would be his fate! The bit-player priest simply could not accept such a destiny!
If he did not leave, then he had to fight this monster. Life or death would be left to fate!
With that thought, the bit player chose to grit his teeth and charge forward, because Solam was already striding toward him. Clearly, Solam had no intention of letting him live. He had no way out!
The bit-player priest could only cast aside all hope of luck and make a desperate counterattack! The people of the Church of Bane were all like this. They craved power and were willing to pay anything for it, including their lives. Though they usually cherished their lives, at crucial moments, they truly dared to gamble them!
The priest prayed loudly, drawing power from the god to whom he had devoted himself! Soon, a barrier made of blades formed around his body. Those sharp blades spun at