"We cannot retreat! Nor is there anywhere to run!"
Lorand raised the Holy Sword in his hand high, pointing its edge straight at the approaching Star. He could even feel the terrifying heat radiating from its surface.
"Everyone, rather than waiting for death in despair, it is better to... welcome glory in a charge! In the name of God, purify the evil! Dedicate our final glory to our Lord!"
His words ignited the last spark of bloodlust in the other six Catastrophe Level experts.
"That's right! Let's fight them to the bitter end!"
"For our Lord!"
Seven Catastrophe Level auras erupted with a boom, and seven pillars of Holy Light shot into the sky. Under Lorand's guidance, they converged into an even thicker and more dazzling pillar of light. Like a divine sword thrusting against the heavens, it slashed viciously toward the falling Star! This was their final counterattack!
