What was there for the Master of Armor Tomb to say?
It truly wasn't concerned with honor, preferring to take the safest course of action. Westheid's taunts had been completely ineffective, but now, surrounded, it had no choice but to admit it was at a disadvantage.
"I had not foreseen such an accident..."
"Stop wasting your breath!"
Mivana hurled the Knight's Silver Sword. The indestructible, Celestial-Blessed artifact once again proved its immense value; not even a Demon Demigod would dare to receive the Wolf-eared Maiden's strike directly. After all, it had experienced the weapon's fearsome sharpness in their previous clashes.
The Holy Spirit Incarnation had just dodged when a bolt of pure Dragon Thunder, brimming with destructive power, ZINGED—striking its barrier. The resulting shockwave surged outward like a tidal wave.
But this was only the beginning. Accompanied by attacks surging from all sides, an unending barrage of Sunlight Spears came flying, one after the other.
