Heaven's Wrath Stone truly deserved to be the Church of the God of Nobility's trump card. The moment it was unleashed, it dealt a devastating blow to the Church of the God of Knowledge.
To withstand the Fist of Heavenly Punishment it fired, Orian Gelten, the Chosen and leader of the Church of the God of Knowledge, suffered grievous injuries. Though the physique bestowed by divine favor had luckily preserved her life, recovering enough to fight again was absolutely not something she could accomplish in a day or two.
Of course, she could use certain methods to swiftly regain her combat strength. As for the price, it went without saying—after giving it some thought, Orian abandoned the idea. The Church of the God of Knowledge currently had no talent at the peak of the high ranks, much less anyone with hopes of stepping into the Legendary realm. Over the next ten or twenty years, they would still need her to hold the fort.
"Damn it! How did they get a spell that powerful?" Orian's most capable assistant, Montero, the eldest high-ranking member and chief priest of the Church of the God of Knowledge, looked fearfully toward a spot in the sky—the Fist of Heavenly Punishment had dissipated there moments ago. When it exhausted its last trace of power, it had been no more than ten steps away from the clerics on the ground.
"Who knows? But there's no doubt that casting that spell must come at an enormous cost," another chief priest, Jalite, said. "If they could use it whenever they wanted, they would have done so long ago."
That was obvious, and it was precisely because they could see through this point that they managed to retain some morale rather than being so terrified that their spirits collapsed and