"Damn these cursed Wizards, minions of the Evil God, they should be sent to hell!"
In the domain of Badass, atop the church, Cardinal Mod watched the enormous warplane soaring boastfully over the city, filled with raging anger.
The priests and bishops inside the church also wore faces of indignation; this was akin to being slapped hard across the face, yet there was nothing they could do about it.
Because this thing was simply too fast, and unimaginably agile, none of the Divine Arts they mastered could bring it down from thousands of meters away.
Seeing the warplane flying beyond the city limits, Mod could only suppress the rage in his heart and spoke with a heavy voice, "Can you make out what it just dropped?"
As Lydia piloted the warplane in a dive, Mod had thought the city was doomed, but contrary to everyone's expectations, the opponent seemed not to have come to launch an attack.
"It looked like paper?" a bishop said uncertainly.
