"I am Chaos God Asa! I am the master of the Eyes of the World!" The Prophetess tossed the unconscious boy back. He looked indifferently at the others as they faced a great enemy, then smiled at them all. "Take him. He is nothing but an empty shell to me. Witness your own deaths!"
Salomon caught the boy and cast a Shield of Seraphim crackling with orange-red sparks, blocking the explosions, flying rubble, and shockwaves outside the barrier. Even elite Mortal Soldiers could barely endure such a scene, and even Andrew, thick-nerved as he was, was somewhat bewildered. But Salomon had no time to consider the soldiers' mental health, because something even more astonishing was about to appear.
"Reinforcements will arrive shortly. Leave the rest to mortal wisdom."
Salomon had anticipated that the Prophetess's arrogance would buy him time. Unhurriedly, he pointed at several inconspicuous meteors in the sky and shouted. This was a foundry project personally undertaken by the Sorcerer Supreme, Malphas, and himself, and they had only obtained a single experimental prototype so far. Considering that they would face more enemies like Chaos God Asa in the future, Salomon had ordered the Mars Foundry to prepare. That was why, when Constantine followed Salomon's standing orders and requested support from Mars, Malphas had been able to respond so quickly. The Mars Foundry had long since completed the logistical preparations necessary for deployment.
The Prophetess slowly stepped down from the altar and approached the group huddled in a corner.
Salomon leaped off Pegasus's back, hung the Sacred Spear on Pegasus, then continued casting and layering protective spells. In the Prophetess's eyes, this was merely the struggle of mortals. Such feeble defensive magic was no barrier difficult for him to breach. He even stood before the shield and mocked Salomon, claiming