The strong war castle attacks caught the Saint Light Hall warriors off guard. When they heard that sound, they calmed down and stopped collapsing.


    The Posthumous People stopped and rearranged the troops like their enemies. They faced off. The siege battle stopped because of a simple sentence.


    This was the threat of a level nine expert.


    Both enemies and people on his side had to listen to his words.


    Of course, many people didn’t think he was questioning things but describing a fact.


    These two terrifying machines were prepared for the level nine Saint Father.


    The Saintess looked around and became sad. Many people she knew were dead. In just a few hours, many Saint Hall elites had been sacrificed. She started to doubt if this war was right. Even if they won, would Saint Light Hall be able to return to its past glory?


    She raised her head to look at the Saint Father, who seemed foreign to her.


    “Not bad.” Saint Father added, but it made everyone feel cold.


    The Posthumous People and Cloud Peak Alliance army launched the attack. The cross-shaped slicer fired toward the Saint Father.


    Both war fortresses fired from different angles to pincer him. The first one was right, and even if the Saint Father dodged, he would move toward the left. The second aimed at that position.


    That was a beautiful attack.


    It was sudden and precise.


    They were cold weapons that made noise when they fired. They spun quickly. Due to their complicated structure, they flew in an arc, so it wasn’t easy to judge where they would land. The spinning made it tough to judge the direction and increased their strength and speed.


    When those two things were fired, they instantly arrived before the Saint Father. Only then did a whistling sound occur.


    Saint Light Hall warriors were shocked.


    If they had used this thing previously, thousands of lives would be killed.


    The Posthumous People had more hope. It seemed like... The thing from Earth was good enough.


    “There! He is not dead!” A person shouted. He didn’t point at the radar but through the observation window.


    This window didn’t face the outside direction, but you could look through it as if it were a window through reflection.


    The mechanical arm aimed there after confirming the Saint Father was not dead. Flames and cold breath fired at him.


    The other arm raised the ball and hammer.


    The missiles were their best defensive measure. If they didn’t succeed, this meant the real close combat had started.


    Two different elements are being used to counterattack. They covered the sky above the Imperial City.


    Saint Father moved quickly. The controller also moved the mechanical arm to chase him.


    “Not bad, but it is too cumbersome.”


    Saint Faher dodged and also had time to judge the attack.


    This gave them confidence. Without the threat of the War Fortress, they took control of the battlefield.


    But casualties continued to rise.


    “Let the modified one attack? Or, relase...”


    Park Xiuying looked at the Saint Father and knew the two War Fortresses couldn’t threaten this level nine expert. She wanted to increase the strength of their attacks.


    But Xia Lei looked at the sky and hesitated before looking at her ally, “Do you notice that apart from controlling the Power of the Gods, this Saint Father hasn’t attacked?”


    Teacher Park was stunned and tried to recall. It did make sense. The Saint Father was attracting firepower so that his army could be more relaxed.


    “Is he not able to attack?” Xia Lei’s eyes lit up, and gave an order decisively.


    “Let the gene squad attack!”