Twelve minutes passed quickly. Before he knew it, Kabbalah had summoned another batch of divine envoys.
Because far fewer resources had been sacrificed, this batch of divine envoys was nowhere near the previous one in overall quality. There were even quite a few "white-grade" ones, leaving Kabbalah himself thoroughly embarrassed. Fortunately, another "gold-grade" one had appeared among them. Though she was not a capital ship like Lion, but merely a destroyer, she could at least be of great help.
It was rather amusing, really. This blonde girl, "Little Ao," whose ahoge curled into the shape of a heart, actually favored a rather unusual method of attack—charging forward and smashing people with potatoes.
When Kabbalah casually asked, "What are you good at?" and received that answer, his expression was blank, and his heart utterly collapsed.
Smash people with potatoes? How much damage could that possibly do? Little girl, are you here to be funny?
Yet Lion solemnly told him that this was absolutely no joke. An ordinary sack of potatoes, in Little Ao's hands, became throwing weapons of boundless power. If one was struck solidly by even a single potato, it would be enough to leave a fully armed heavy-armored warrior dizzy and seeing stars, crashing down stiffly and unable to get back up for quite a while.
"Potatoes are that powerful?" Kabbalah asked in surprise.
"Little Ao's potatoes are powerful," Lion said with a smile. "That's all."
It was like a slender twig. In a child's hand, it could only be used to poke at dung balls by the roadside, but in Sword Saint Leon's hand, it could cleave swords and shatter armor like a divine weapon.
With Little Ao joining them, Lion became even more confident. Once she estimated that they had enough hands, she sent Ollian a report: