The attack power of mass-produced light cruiser-class and destroyer-class divine envoys was not especially strong. Added to the weakening they suffered after descending to the main plane, even using their most powerful attack method—"torpedoes"—a direct hit would probably only force high-level adventurers back a few steps. But what about ten attacks? A hundred?
The accumulation of quantitative change could bring about qualitative change.
At least ten divine envoys had joined this wave of attacks. They did not stint on ammunition, throwing out all their torpedoes in one go—of course, those torpedoes could be restored by expending magic power, but that took time. Each divine envoy had no fewer than six, and some had eight or even twelve. With more than ten divine envoys attacking together, there were nearly a hundred torpedoes.
Under Lion's command, those nearly one hundred torpedoes struck the spell barrier covering the Church of the God of Nobility's position almost simultaneously. That was at least equivalent to seventy or eighty high-level adventurers striking with all their strength at once, and all those attacks were concentrated in a small area.
What would happen? There was no need to think about it.
With a single deafening boom—one could tell from that boom alone how precisely the divine envoys had timed their attack; nearly a hundred torpedoes had produced one sustained roar instead of a chaotic barrage of explosions—the seemingly sturdy spell barrier jolted violently. Like a soap bubble pricked by a needle, it collapsed and vanished without a trace.
The instant the spell barrier disappeared, at least twenty clergy members of the Church of the God of Nobility went pale, blood spraying from their noses and mouths as though in some movie special effect. The worst-off among them spewed blood nearly two meters from his mouth. In the blink