Lance observed, realizing that the Church had various tricks up its sleeve, recovery methods abound, and much like conjoined twins, extremely troublesome.
No wonder Count Bastia was able to defeat those Mountain Barbarian Tribe Legends with the Church's help; once stalled, there was no escape.
But he was not like those barbarians; for Lance, these methods were nothing extraordinary.
The monk deprived of his magic wand posed much less of a threat, as for the Candlelight Priest?
Moving! Lance's figure instantly appeared before the priest, raising his hand for a punch, yet his fist burned with dark flame, akin to a meteor striking the shield head-on.
Meteor Fist!
"Bang!" A heavy metallic clash resounded; a muffled sound was emitted from Lance's activation of [Meteor] enveloping his armored arm colliding with that great shield.
In just one punch, the Candlelight Priest, bolstered by numerous divine arts, felt his shield-bearing arm numb, like it had been struck by a siege hammer.
