Chapter 1904: The Fall of the Tyrant
There was one thing Gu Shao Yu had not been wrong about.
—No matter how devout fanatics were, once the faith they took such immense pride in was smashed to pieces against the copper walls and iron ramparts called "reality," they would regain their reason, change their tune, lower their heads, and use softer, more cunning methods to solve their problems.
Thirty years of brutal war had thoroughly educated the nobles, priests, Clan Leaders, knights, mages, princes, ministers, and the most devout, most blindly loyal believers of the Holy Light Faction.
Those extremists who believed the Holy Light Race and the Chaos Races were irreconcilable, and that anything less than absolute devotion was absolute impiety, had all been crushed into pulpy meat paste beneath Dragon City's Iron Torrent.
Anyone who had survived the thunderous barrage of Dragon City Civilization and clawed their way upward step by step, eventually seizing the Holy Light Faction's highest authority, was invariably sinister, cunning, and cold-blooded to the extreme. Their every sentence invoked "Holy Light," yet in their hearts, they regarded sacred and inviolable faith as nothing more than a fairy tale fit for three-year-olds—and a bargaining chip to trade away at any moment. They were realists of that sort.
Faced with a situation where the enemy was strong and they were weak, the new supreme priest of the Holy Light Temple, having barely caught his breath, issued a Holy Edict that shattered ten thousand years of precedent. He declared that all intelligent races bathed in the boundless Holy Light could receive salvation, so long as they were devout enough and willing to repent sincerely—even the Chaos Races that the Holy Light Race had regarded for ten thousand years as filthy, evil, malformed, ugly, and utterly incapable of