"One, two, three, four, five, six… a total of six," said the Archbishop of the Church of the God of Aristocracy. She squinted to count the number of powerful auras that suddenly appeared from the formation of the Church of the God of Knowledge. There were no traces of fear on her face at all. On the contrary, she was smiling as she said, "The God of Knowledge really dared to invest so much capital this time; in one go, he sent down six of his clones."
"A bit cheap, isn't it? That's not even enough for us to have one each," said the elderly man from the trio consisting of the elderly man, the middle-aged man, and the jolly green fellow. He sighed and appeared to be a little depressed.
"Are we going to fight our way there or wait for them to charge their way here?" asked a female mage who was skilled in space magic. She had just retreated from the battlefront.
