Then, Everyone, Go Fight!

The journey had gone too smoothly. They had encountered almost no effective resistance.

Along the way, aside from a few greedy people who had left the Fictional Protocol's battle formation, they had barely encountered any Fictional Protocol combatants.

Precisely because of that, the smoother things went, the more clearly they could sense how fierce the coming storm would be.

How had the Fictional Demon prepared? Mokania wondered.

They did not employ complicated strategies; all their plans were laid out in the open. On Naimus's side, if the key materials for the teleportation array were destroyed, they would be able to advance or retreat as they pleased.

The Fictional Demon had moles within The Church.

Naturally, The Church also had spies within the Fictional Protocol.

Nobles could never be trusted. Much of the time, they acted for profit.

When trouble arose, they would choose to side with the Fictional Protocol. Then, upon seeing The Church's reinforcements arrive, they would immediately send secret messages claiming they had only joined the Fictional Protocol to infiltrate it, gather intelligence for The Church, and provide assistance.

Thus, aside from their core secrets, both sides' intelligence was practically laid bare.

"The Fictional Protocol's spatial stabilization materials are basically stored in the church within Zero District of Gas Spring City." The latest intelligence soon arrived.

Moreover, many people were guarding the materials this time.

"Did our ideas happen to coincide?" They wanted to make a move, and Naimus was waiting for them to do so.

He had even used those nobles to place the materials they needed right there.

Behind that composed stance lay Naimus's overflowing, unspoken confidence.

In that case, we'll each rely on our own skills! Mokania thought.

Then, after a brief haze clouded his mind, he realized that his strength was increasing faster and