From now on, it's no longer just equivalent to one plus one plus one equals three for three Fifth Orders, but a fusion of three parties, using their skills to steal a trace of the Sixth Order Power while at the Fifth Order level.
Probably not weaker in the slightest than those [Saints] below the Pope, perhaps even surpassing them.
In just a few breaths, countless heavy punches were thrown; the Flame Giant was nearly obliterated by flames.
"...Sing me, row after row, North Sea Empire grenadiers.
Whenever commands are given, we charge boldly to destroy enemy fortifications.
The captain prepares the detonators, we ignite our grenades.
Climbing the slope to hurl with effort, striking the enemy near their ears..."
The symphony orchestra's "Grenadier March" unknowingly reverberated across the sea region once again, with five thousand soldiers singing in unison.
The tune was cheerful, yet the singing was exceptionally resonant.
