Twelve minutes passed quickly, and in no time, Kabbalah had summoned another batch of Oracles.
Because considerably less sacrificial offerings were used this time, the batch of Oracles that were summoned was far less powerful than the previous batch. Kabbalah himself was embarrassed at all of the "white-level" Oracles who surrounded him. Fortunately, he managed to summon a "gold-level" Oracle. Even though she was not so much at the capital warship-level as Lion was, she would still be of great help even as a destroyer.
Rather interestingly, this young blonde girl with a single heart-shaped cowlick adorably flopped over her forehead—Xiao'ao—had a signature attack move of hitting her opponent with potatoes.
Kabbalah had casually asked her what powers she specialized in, but upon seeing her response, he was at a loss for words and utter hopelessness filled his heart.
