Saint Catherine's Sword came at me again.
The artificial deity directly opened its crimson eyes, the dazzling power of the sun casting a golden outline upon them.
It was at this critical juncture
that Wisdom in the artificial deity's mind brought forth the only correct choice in battle—to face the challenge head-on.
In the next moment, Magic Power began to rapidly converge within its body.
The reconstituted staff in the artificial deity's hands immediately solidified into form.
Then, just like every previous clash.
The staff wielded by the artificial deity and Ronald's Saint Catherine's Sword collided mid-air.
Bang—
The sound of weapons clashing echoed once again.
The artificial deity, as expected, stumbled several steps backward, while Ronald was hurled a few meters away in the opposite direction in mid-air.
"..."
Facing this result.
A smile curved at the artificial deity's lips.
