One More Person Within the Prison Locks

The crows in the sky blotted out the sun, turning into rolling dark clouds that escorted several figures at their center all the way south.

"Have those ruthless bastards from the 'Gospel Church' been cursed? That sniveling, weepy display is downright disgusting. They actually dropped the ball at the crucial moment.

"The 'Gospel Church,' serving a chief god, shut down just like that? Why should our 'Mourning Church' have to step in? Do I really need to make a personal appearance?"

Though the support of an ancient god had given Yeher the power, resources, knowledge, and intelligence to confidently press an army against the Garratt Duchy, she had been deeply disappointed by the "Gospel Church," which had originally been meant to assist her.

By instinct, she had already sensed that something was definitely wrong with those people. Yet a "disease" whose cause could not be identified even by demigods was truly baffling.

"Respected Lady, intelligence from the 'Wealth Church' says that at least two Legendary Battleships from the Garratt Duchy have left the Itzana Continent, along with quite a few High-level Extraordinary People.

"Although we are only here to probe and harass them, if we confirm that they have truly redeployed their forces to seize territory tens of thousands of miles away, we can take the opportunity to occupy this land.

"After all, we now have a chief god-level backer among the Nimanster People. We no longer need to worry about the True God Church causing trouble for us."

The Giant Falcon God Flanida had turned into a lean young man with a hooked nose, holding an obsidian spear as he stood Beside her and offered his advice.

The principle of making the real seem false and the false seem real was the same everywhere.

If the duchy's internal defenses