A terrifying divine radiance blazed in High Archbishop Kael's aged eyes, which had been cloudy moments before.
He spread his arms, chanting a new incantation, sacred and majestic.
"Too late!!"
Wolaz flashed forward, closing the distance in an instant, its enormous axe whistling down as it tore through the air.
It could almost see the delightful sight of this old bastard cleaved in two by its axe, warm blood splashing all over its face.
So what if he was a Sixth Rank Grand Mage?
Once it got close to an opponent of the same rank, death was their only fate!
Yet beneath the axe blade, there was no sight of severed flesh.
A denser, more dazzling golden shield abruptly flared to life, its burst of holy light making Wolaz feel a needle-like sting.
A flicker of astonishment crossed its eyes.
Another shield?
"Damn it!"
It had to kill him before he finished his spell!
A Sixth Rank Grand Mage's all-out strike, and holy magic that naturally countered it, at that.
Even if it survived, it would absolutely pay dearly!
Bang! Bang! Bang-
The blows came so fast that their sounds merged.
Each time the golden shield called Holy Protection took a hit, it erupted with blinding brilliance, searing its skin relentlessly.
Wolaz paid it no heed. The burns from the holy light instead roused its bloodthirsty ferocity, driving it into utter frenzy.
"Send the infantry fighting vehicles in too! Ram the bastard!!" an operator roared.
Boom!!
Flames swallowed the wreckage of an infantry fighting vehicle.
"'Swarm' Team Three, ram its face! Motherfucker, make it turn around!!" "Blow up in its eyes!"
Boom-!!
Amid the violent explosions, Wolaz irritably turned and swung its axe.
"Annoying buzzing tin cans, get lost!"
Several diving drones became balls of flame.
Time bought-2 seconds!
Wolaz