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"Kabala, how long will it take over there?" Ms. Gerten couldn't help but ask after seeing the mess here.

"Soon!" Kabala took time out of his busy schedule to reply, "Just a little while."

"...How long is this 'a while'? Give me an accurate time!" Orian Gelten was a scholar and had been the lord of the Viscount Gelten for many years. She was very sensitive to numbers. When she heard such vague words When he answered, he suddenly felt a little unhappy and his tone was a bit serious.

"According to their work efficiency, they can all be summoned in another twenty-seven minutes and thirty-three seconds. According to the enemy's combat power, we can start the battle in twelve minutes, which can ensure the stability of the battle line and avoid failure." Another crisp and confident voice answered.

Orian was stunned for a moment, turned around and met the lion's eyes.

When their eyes met, she was slightly startled.

(This look... is not that of an ordinary divine envoy!)

As a legendary powerhouse, Orian Gelten's strength is far above that of most of the mass-produced divine envoys summoned. Even among the elite divine envoys, there are many who are not as good as her - after all, the human world is not the kingdom of God. , when summoned, the strength will always be reduced. But this divine envoy whom she had never seen before had an aura that made her heart tremble. He was clearly no ordinary person.

"What is the name of this divine envoy?"

"lion."

Orian frowned and nodded, confirming the other party's identity.

As a chosen one of the God of Knowledge, she knows a lot of information that ordinary people cannot know, including the lists of elite divine envoys.

At the very end of that list, there are two newly added names some time ago, one of which is "Lion".

She knew that the list was not arranged in order of strength, but in the order in which His Majesty the Mask of the Void created these divine envoys - for example, "Lexington" at the top was the first elite he created. God's messenger.

According to her impression, His Majesty Void Mask had already ended this matter after creating many elite divine envoys. But some time ago, He created two more divine messengers.

It goes without saying that these two divine envoys must have special abilities, which are completely different from the previous elite divine envoys.

She didn't know what the other party's abilities were, but since the other party dared to say "the battle will take place in twelve minutes," she must be confident.

So she smiled and ordered: "Hold on a little longer, and we will launch a counterattack in twelve minutes!"

The clergymen, who were somewhat demoralized because they were completely at a disadvantage, suddenly became energetic, and even the voices of their prayers became a little louder for a while.

In the world of magic, belief is power. When their morale was low, the power of the combined magic also decreased; and when their morale was high again, the power of the combined magic also greatly increased. Although it was not enough to restore the disadvantage, it at least restored some of the situation.

On the divine power position of the Church of the God of Nobles, the high priest, who was dressed as luxuriously as if he could light up the night, frowned.

"That's weird...where do those nerds get their confidence?"

She had followed the God of Nobles long before he became a god. She has lived for almost five hundred years now, experienced countless ups and downs, and has already developed a very sharp vision. At this moment, just by looking at it, one can see that the Church of the God of Knowledge has suddenly gained a boost in morale, so much so that even the power of divine magic has increased.

But this made her even more puzzled. Morale naturally comes from confidence, but where does confidence come from?

Could it be that...the God of Knowledge wants to descend?

She thought about it secretly and felt that it was not impossible. The Church of the God of Knowledge lacks top experts, and the only legendary strong person is the elect Orian Gerten. If it were not for the incarnation of the God of Knowledge, it would not be able to stand up to the Church of the God of Nobles, which has nine legendary strong men. hit.

It is not easy to cultivate or conquer legendary strong men. In comparison, it is much easier to cultivate some saints and saints who can sense and accommodate divine power. I think the Church of the God of Knowledge must have brought more than one holy son and saint this time, but I wonder how many incarnations the God of Knowledge is planning to send down?

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but sneer.

Relying on the method of possessing a god to descend, no matter how powerful the deity is, the incarnation it descends will not be very strong. If it reaches the sky, it will be equivalent to an ordinary legendary powerhouse. If the holy son and saint possessed by the gods can be beaten to death, then the incarnation of the gods will also be killed. This is not a negligible loss for any god.

The reason why she brought the top experts from the entire Church of the God of Nobles this time was because she wanted to use the advantage of high-end military force to force the God of Knowledge to descend into an incarnation to fight. When the time comes, the more we fight the less, the more we can kill one or two incarnations, it will be enough to severely damage the God of Knowledge.

To inflict heavy damage on a hostile god was no small feat, and it was worth her efforts and risks.

The legendary powerhouses next to them are also well-informed people. If the chief priest can see it, of course they can also see it. The two silent warriors naturally did not speak, but the old, middle and young people were already talking.

The middle-aged man was the first to speak: "It seems that the God of Knowledge is about to appear incarnate."

“I just don’t know how many it will drop,” the old man said.

"A medium-level divine power can only bring down nine at most, and that's even if it's someone like our Majesty who has reached the peak of medium-level divine power. With the godhood of the God of Knowledge, it's estimated that there will be five or six at most." The middle-aged man analyzed carefully, "Five or six holy sons and daughters of the gods, plus Orian Gerten, against us... As long as we are not careless, we will definitely win. The only question is, how many incarnations can we kill?"

"That's hard to say..." Although the "young man" who looked the youngest, he was actually the leader of the trio sighed, "You should know that the key to the problem is not whether we can win, but whether we can kill the incarnation of the God of Knowledge... Or to put it more bluntly, it's whether 'we' can kill His incarnation, and... how many can we kill?"

His meaning was so clear that the two taciturn legendary warriors couldn't help but look at him coldly.

He was encouraging his two old friends to cooperate with him and grab heads together!

"Three, it's a little early to consider these things for now." The High Priest of the God of Nobility smiled slightly, "I think we should wait until we defeat their positions and gain the upper hand before we talk about these things."

As she said this, she turned her head to look at the positions of the Church of the God of Knowledge. Powerful spells were fighting over that position, and countless lights were twisting, colliding and tearing, constantly making sharp and piercing sounds.

There is no doubt that her subordinates have the upper hand.

And... this situation has been going on for a long time. If the believers of the God of Knowledge had not suddenly boosted their morale, they should have defeated the opponent's divine power position and won.

She couldn't help but frown again, but then relaxed.

No matter how much morale is boosted, you still can't win, it's just that you can delay it for a while.

Since victory will be achieved sooner or later, she doesn't mind waiting a little longer.

The three people who were exposed for their selfishness smiled at each other, without any embarrassment.

Having lived for hundreds of years, their skins have long been honed to be as thick as a city wall.

They stopped talking, but communicated with each other through their eyes, discussing how to rush to kill the incarnation of the God of Knowledge and how to grab the credit as much as possible when the time comes.

But... whether it is them or the high priest, they think too beautifully and take it for granted...