But this half meter is an unbridgeable chasm!
Layer upon layer, countless protective light screens stretched out before the Holy Sword, automatically triggered by the perceived threat.
Crack!
Crack!
The light screens shattered one after another—they couldn't withstand the power of the Holy Sword of Judgement, not even for a second. But there were simply too many, an absurd multitude that forcefully kept the Holy Sword of Judgement at bay, unable to advance an inch.
"How many holy relics did you bring after all!!!"
Saiyakula screeched, withdrawing its sword and stepping back, staring at Marvin with a mix of shock and fury.
It had never seen such a death-fearing human. Protective holy relics were precious, yet Marvin carried them as if they were disposable. What was this madness?
Showing off wealth?
But then...
Being rich really has its perks.
Because of wealth, Marvin could stand against a three-times-awakened Faith God, even with just a human body, and survive a round.
