The Holy Shield Knight retreated because its Knight's Shield Bash had been fully executed and it was now withdrawing.
Kakarim's retreat, however, was forced—his body tingling from the impact, he had no choice but to step back.
Only after facing the Holy Shield Knight in battle did he realize this was no paper tiger. The power it wielded was on par with his own.
A Magic like this, sustained for such a long time, was practically defying the heavens!
Was the "luminous saint" really that invincible?
Damn it!
"Ashu, what are you doing?" Kakarim gritted his tingling hand and asked, "These Assassins have desecrated the Church's sanctity and tried to kill you. Why are you protecting them? Could it be that this is all some self-directed act?"
As soon as he said this, the five branch Bishops loyal to Kakarim immediately echoed him.
"Self-directed? Ashu, what's your true intention?"
"How sneaky. No wonder the young generation has managed to oust Midaldas!"
