Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End Chapter 356: The Military Prowess of the Ascart Fiefdom

It was no easy feat to keep track of the kill counts when there were multiple parties simultaneously bombarding the enemy with devastating spells, not to mention that not all kills were equal.

How could one say if a person who defeated a platoon of Origin Level 4s had contributed more than someone who defeated an Origin Level 3?

In view of that, the greatest contributor of a battle was usually determined to be the one who took down the enemy general instead of the one with the highest kill count.

And that explained why Francis felt goosebumps all over his body.

He had no idea what was going on with those women, but he could sense their predatory eyes on him. He knew he had to fight back with everything he had if he wished to survive this ordeal.

Loud cracking sounds echoed from his bones.

Francis had steeled his resolve to fracture 30% of his bones as a tribute to borrow his god’s powers. The ritual resulted in a deterioration of his physical condition, but his confident smirk showed that everything was in his grasp.

The highest divinity of the Saints Convocation, the Mother Goddess, possessed powers far surpassing that of ordinary gods. Over the past few centuries, the disciples had only seen the tip of the iceberg of the Mother Goddess’ glorious power.

However, an existence as lofty as the Mother Goddess would never answer a prayer, even if the other party was an executive. Catching the Mother Goddess’ eye was the greatest honor a disciple could hope for.

The executives of the Saints Convocation were painfully aware of this issue, and it was a sore spot for them. It placed them at a disadvantage against other powers, as the absence of their god’s support spelled a gap in their top-tier power.

Of course, the Saints Convocation had their God’s Envoys too, who were both sentient and intelligent. The only problem was that they were in the habit of indiscriminately killing anyone who dared stand before them, making it impossible to garner their help.

This woe had burdened the Saints Convocation for many years, and it

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