"I remained devoted to the Storm God until death. If I had disgraced the Church like someone did, I would have killed myself to atone for my sins. How could I still be barking here like a dog?"
"You damned bastard, I challenge you to a duel!"
"A duel? You?" Bishop Raber of the Storm Church sneered disdainfully. "Even if I gave you both my hands, you still wouldn't be able to get close to me."
The entire hall grew noisy as everyone disregarded their status and vented their emotions.
"Silence."
Under the suppression of Inald, the Great Priest of the Storm Church, everyone obediently returned to their seats.
"This assembly was convened to discuss how to resist the Army of Other Gods, and even launch a counterattack—not to gather you all here to quarrel."
"This matter ends here. Whoever dares to openly fight over it, do not blame this old man for being ruthless."
At those words, everyone lowered their heads, not daring to look at the Great Priest seated above them.
"How many men remain in the Protective Army under the Cyprus District?" Inald asked a Low-Tier Holy Seal bishop seated in the front row.
"Reporting to the Great Priest, after expansion and reorganization, the Cyprus Legion has five armies totaling 180,000 men. There are four Holy Seal Rank clergy, eighteen Nine-Seal clergy, twenty-three Eight-Seal clergy, and thirty-three Seven-Seal clergy."
"Sit."
"Yes, Great Priest."
"How much fighting strength does the Protective Army of the Recard District possess?"
"Reporting to the Great Priest, the Recard Legion has thirteen armies totaling 350,000 soldiers. There are eight Holy Seal Rank clergy, twenty-seven Nine-Seal clergy, fifty-three Eight-Seal clergy, and eighty-eight Seven-Seal clergy. Its strength has been fully preserved."
Watching the Low-Tier Holy Seal Storm Priest rise to speak, Great Priest Inald sighed