Those who changed sides at the last minute, of course, had to show their sincerity.
Otherwise, who knows whether or not you'll change your side again?
This was just like a funny web novel called "The Legend of Zhaonxiong" that Sui Xiong had read years ago. The protagonist in the novel, Zhaonxiong, changed sides countless times from the end of the Ming Dynasty to the beginning of the Qing Dynasty. He had no moral integrity at all. At that time, Sui Xiong asked curiously, "Was the situation really that chaotic at the end of the Ming Dynasty? Could people just surrender and change sides at will? "
A veteran of the forum replied, "The end of the Ming Dynasty was chaotic, but it would be a joke to say that people could surrender and change sides at will. Do you really think everyone is a fool? If we don't give you some restrictions or force you to do something that you can't change sides, who will accept your surrender? "
A story was just a story after all.
Although Olian was seriously injured and her combat power was basically almost zero, her identity was there. Just one sentence made the very dignified and elegant space mage have no choice but to do as she said.
What was "sincerity"? Of course, she understood.
She smiled bitterly and helplessly. Her hands formed a seal, and a space crack, like a huge long sword, extended from her hands and chopped toward the position of the Church of the God of Aristocracy.
Although the sword was blocked, the aftermath broke many of the stone slabs engraved with magic arrays on the ground. Moreover, when the spatial rift collapsed, it turned into countless tiny fragments that flew everywhere, just like an explosion in the air … Uh, it wasn't as exaggerated as a nuclear bomb, but if it were on Earth, it would almost be qualified to be criticized by human rights organizations.
What would happen if such a thing exploded on top of a group of people?
Although the three legendary strongmen tried to protect as many people as possible, when the aftermath of the explosion completely dissipated, there were less than 30 living people of the Church of the God of Aristocracy who could stand on the ground in one piece. On average, each person protected less than 10 people.
The legendary strongmen attacked a group of clergymen who had just stepped into the higher ranks, regardless of their pride, and the result was so cruel.
This was because they had a certain strength and the protection of the legendary strongmen. If there was no one to protect them, and if the people there were only ordinary people, a single spell would be enough to kill hundreds of people.
Olian didn't know this spell, but she could see souls leaving their bodies one by one and being led to the Holy Kingdom.
So she smiled with satisfaction.
"You did very well," she said. "Better than I expected, really. I didn't expect you to do this. "
"Anyway, I have no other way. I can only go on this path until the end." The Spatial Mage's face was almost as white as Olian's, but it was a little gloomy and gray. She sighed deeply and said, "My spell was broken by them just now. I will temporarily lose the ability to cast this powerful spell for about twenty minutes."
"Olian didn't mind." Olian didn't mind. "You. If you're willing, we have the teachings of our Lord here. Perhaps you can take a look. Perhaps you'll like it. "
As a Chosen who possessed a small amount of divinity, she could see that Roland didn't have any threads of faith on him, which meant that he was a non-believer — it was more likely that he believed in the God of Spellcasters, but that God had already fallen, which was why he became a non-believer.
Of course, she would try her best to rope in such a talent. Regardless of success or failure, there was no harm in trying.
"The space mage was silent for a while. She didn't refuse the brochure of the God of Knowledge.
The white-haired old priest was Olian's most capable assistant. When she first became the lord, he served as an assistant. Later, he followed her and was one of the first to believe in the God of Knowledge. In the church, what he did the most was preaching. The brochure was personally compiled by him.
Olian opened the brochure and glanced at it. She smiled, but she didn't "light up."
"By the way, what should I call you?" Olian asked. "Is it Shirley, the Blade of Sky Breaking? Or Lady Mary Stine? "
The space mage froze. Her face became paler. After a few seconds, she recovered and answered in a dry voice, "I like the former name."
"Okay, Lady Shirley. I wish us a happy cooperation."
The story behind these two names was a bit long, and it was a bit intrusive. In fact, if it weren't for the fact that Olian Geerteng was the Chosen One of the God of Knowledge and could borrow the special power of the God to a certain extent, she wouldn't have known the name "Mary Stine."
Those who knew this name should have died long ago.
So when Shirley heard this name, she was so surprised that she couldn't keep calm.
In fact, Olian herself didn't know the meaning of the name. She just subconsciously searched for the name "Shirley, the Blade of Sky Breaking," and then got some very vague and messy words. Among them, there was the sentence "Her original name was Mary Stine."
If she wanted to, she could hold a ceremony to investigate Shirley's past in detail. The power of the God of Knowledge was enough to do this as long as she paid enough Divine Power.
But of course, she wouldn't be so bored.
What happened in the past didn't matter at all. As long as they could cooperate sincerely from now on, nothing would be a problem.
Or in other words, for the clergymen who were used to having a flying jellyfish full of strange ideas as their main God, there really wasn't anything in this world that was qualified to be considered a "problem."
"The problem is very big and very troublesome." The leader of the trio, the calm middle-aged man, said with some distress, "We are now at a disadvantage."
"If you had been a little more cautious or a little more courageous, perhaps you wouldn't have ended up like this." A delicate and pretty young girl with a somewhat seductive look said.
The middle-aged man didn't refute but just sighed in a low voice.
This girl was the Saintess of the Church of the God of Aristocracy. The one beside her who had a similar appearance and temperament but had been quietly reading was also a Saintess.
Unlike the Church of the God of Knowledge, the "God's Descenders" of the Church of the God of Aristocracy were all young girls. This was because a big church with a history of 300 years could find enough young girls to serve as the medium for the God's Descent. After all, the God they believed in was a woman when she was still a mortal.
If the conditions allowed, of course, Wall would also prefer to choose a man as the medium for his God's Descent. But the history of the Church of the God of Knowledge was too short and they didn't have enough believers to choose so many suitable ones.
In contrast, the Church of the God of Aristocracy didn't only choose women. Even their appearance and temperament were similar to that of the God of Aristocracy before they were apotheosized. It was unknown how much careful selection they had gone through.
For this battle, they brought two Saintesses. By right, this number should be enough. In fact, the High Priestess originally thought that she didn't even need to bring one. Was nine Legendary Masters not enough?
In the end, she brought these two Saintesses because of a strange premonition.
Her premonition was indeed very accurate. Although it couldn't save her own life, it also couldn't win for her — in the current situation, even if the God of Aristocracy descended immediately, it would be difficult to save the situation.
At first glance, it seemed that they had already lost.
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