"How can the Holy Knights that I personally taught be so ephemeral?"
Cardinal Monn's calm voice resounded in everyone's ears.
His voice was clearly as casual as an ordinary person's conversation.
However, in everyone's ears, it was like a bolt of lightning that exploded in their hearts.
He really wanted to save them?
General Barton was shocked when he heard Cardinal Monn's words.
One had to know that no matter how strong a saint was, facing an army of tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of people, of at least Mithril Rank, Black Gold Rank, and even Amethyst Rank, even a saint could only run for their lives.
No matter how strong a saint was, he was still a single person.
A quantitative change would cause a qualitative change.
When tens of thousands of magical barrages gathered together, even a Holy Rank Saint was still defeatable.
