Then there were the twenty thousand believers who knelt on the ground, shielding the members of the me Dragon Lord Church militia with an unseen power, and helping them grow in strength.


    With the addition of these external factors, it really did seem like the Church of Holy Illuminati was about to lose.


    Tarron''s bewildered expression slowly shifted to one of glee.


    If the Church of the me Dragon Lord were to really defeat the Church of Holy Illuminati, all their problems would be solved.


    This would be great news for Gango for sure.


    On top of that, the Church of the me Dragon Lord would be sure not to let Milo and the others go for what they had done.


    The Church of the me Dragon Lord would be able to make their way into Terya iming to rescue their believers and overthrow the new Teryan government or let Tyrone regain power.


    The Church of the me Dragon Lord gaining control over Terya would be great news for Gango, seeing as they were the first country to house and protect the church.


    Tyrone would be sure to give the Church of the me Dragon Lord benefits just for helping him regain his power alone.


    Either way, it seemed like both Gango and the Church of the me Dragon Lord would be benefiting greatly from this.


    Except...


    Tarron nced at the ongoing battle between Wilbur and Milo.


    They were both the top fighters of their respective party, and the results of the battle fell on them in the end.


    The ray of hope that the Church of the me Dragon Lord could win had only just appeared.


    It was up to Wilbur to im victory for them.


    Right then, Wilbur was circling Michael at high speed. He made impossibly quick and sly attempts to get closer to Michael,unching one lethal attack after another with the Chaos Dissection.


    Michael''s holy me sword was nothing to joke at as well. Coupled with his three heads overlooking the battle from all angles, every single one of Wilbur''s attempts to attack was foiled by the holy me sword.


    However, Wilbur did not give up attacking. He was persistent and relentless, and on many asions, the attacks were a hair away fromnding on Michael.


    As the battle went on, Wilbur''s impossible ways felt like a growing threat to Michael.


    He looked at the battle before him. Their side was clearly on the losing end, and Michael knew that he would have to end this fight quickly so he could support the battles going on below.


    He sent Wilbur backward with one swift move, raising the holy me sword and uttering, "de of the Rising Sun."


    All at once, everyst me disappeared, but the surrounding temperature continued to rise steadily, bordering on unbearable.


    Wilbur furrowed his brows, looking at the painfully normal-looking, even slightly charred holy me sword.


    Michael smirked. "Let me tell you about the power of the de of the Rising Sun, so you''ll at least know how you''re about to die."


    "Please, enlighten me." Wilbur smiled.


    Michael said coldly, "The de of the Rising Sun contains the condensation of the heavenly mes. It does not visibly burn, but anything thates into contact with the de will evaporate in the blink of an eye without even leaving any ashes behind. Are you ready to meet your doom?"


    "No," Wilbur said calmly.


    Michael roared furiously. "Take this!"


    He ducked to the side, swinging the de of the Rising Sun towards Wilbur.


    Wilbur darted away, moving about ten meters to the side.


    The spot where he had been standing erupted with a loud boom.


    Countless ck cracks appeared within a ten-meter radius of the space.


    Wilbur frowned.


    The de of the Rising Sun seemed to be capable of disintegrating air itself. Was it really that terrifying?


    On the hill, Tarron was dumbfounded by the sight before him.


    The Church of Holy Illuminati definitely had a deep history, and Wilbur might not be a match for Michael.


    Once Wilbur lost, the oue of the ongoing battles below would be set.