This little undead, chimera, hero, and cult had garnered a fair of attention but no one really spoke ill of the gun of hero for some reason. This fact had disturbed him as right now he looks like the real villain here yet not so much as one person is bothered by it? What is going on here exactly as he asked him self that question he focused back on the battle that had begun. As right now priest and knights were fighting a losing battle against the endless normal undead that kept coming. The higher ranked church staff mean while were busy fending off any of the more special undead from advancing. As their oh so dear pop and his followers fled back into the church to likely cast a destructive ritual magic against their attackers. Thinking that if the lower ranking members could fend off the waves they could bombard them all to hell.
Sadly for them a giant rotting undead hand punched its way through the churches roof making a gaping hole. That allowed the main attackers to lightly land on the rubble made by the undead who soon started a rampage outside killing both sides. When the main cast was all together the attacking side looked at the cornered rats who one was trying to escape, so his face got eaten by an undead clogging their escape route.
Biazar: "Sorry we didn't really plan to let anyone of you live we clogged up everything even the toilets! Which there were probably some who died by toilet zombies right about now so I pity them as they got dragged through a hole violently, which said hole probably smells horrendous! Before finally being devoured whole by undead that pulled them into there!"
Woman Priestess 1: "That..... that sounds absolutely disgusting and terrible..... could you have spared us from that?"
Fragment: "No then you'd escape through some bullshit sewer route!"
They couldn't argue as there was one and so any who had hoped they would agree to at least spare them from that. Clicked their tongues in annoyance as some planned to leave that way while their comrades died for their lives. They were instead forced to stay here and fight to the death with monsters who oddly were more like adventurers being bandits! With no other way out one who had been silently chanting a spell launched it towards the weakest looking one, Coffin. Only for it to be swallowed by this eerie puppet that suddenly appeared from no where and only cackled at them! The puppet looked like some hunched over old lady with long graying hair, a wrinkly face and a razor sharp nails. It wore a not so strangely head maid outfit that didn't fit the puppet at all, while its eye were like glassy blue soul suċkɨnġ orbs that if your not careful they'll steal your soul.
While they focused on the sudden old lady puppet that appeared to protect Coffin they didn't notice the wendigo puppet that came from the shadows. Until it had already impaled a woman from behind as it bit down onto her head ripping it off in a violent way that sprayed blood everywhere. This sudden intrusion had caused them look behind him which was another mistake as Castalo made her move making chains burst from the void around the group. The chains morphed and formed iron maidens that those who weren't quick enough to dodge, well they met an impaling death. All this was happening as the pope disregarded being far away and instead had charged into the fray with his seemingly useless sword that he always carried around like when he framed Naofumi. When he swung that sword and it made slight contact with one of the chimera's they were sent flying like a bullet at sonic speed. The one to get hit was Dral'Fel who once he made contact the with church walls next to the door leading out to the battle.
He had managed to luckily use the souls that haven't yet been led away to reinforce it before flying out through it. His condition however wasn't so great as that one hit seems to have been destructive enough to break his body a little. Seeing the most sturdy of them be so easily flung away and not by this old mans strength but the sword was impressive.
Dziwak: "Impressive sword but not so impressive user."
Zarazić: "I agree with you very much there about the user but not the sword!"
The pope looked insulted as only the most holy figures of the church can wield this weapon and yet these mere monsters degrade him?! With a furious expression the pope had swung the sword again aiming for one of the two that just bad mouthed him. Only to be forced to retreat as a cackling skull was shot at him courtesy of Haven and her favorite hand cannon that had a sinister black color scheme and red lines glowing as they flowed along the gun.
Haven: "I missed.... welp time for the quad rockets."
Chuckling softly she changed her hand cannon in a very bulky rocket launcher firing at the pope who dodged when he could. With undead outside killing there ranks, then monsters in here killing them the church was crumbling apart at the foundation. So with a sudden suicide move formed between all the still living upper echelons, they casted the quickest ritual magic they knew that was also destructive. It took five minutes but even with countless more deaths in those five minutes they had casted the spell with deranged smiles of victory on their faces. The spell complete the inside of the church was engulfed in light followed by an explosion that shattered the windows and sent pieces of wall and roofing everywhere.