May the holy light deceive you.
No.
May the holy light bless you.
Lake wasn't very good at making people believe in religion. He wasn't a preacher, but when it came to deceiving people, he was an expert.
After all, there was a golden house in the military, and there was a beauty in the military.
To be honest, Lake felt that the most correct thing he had ever done was choose that freeloading path when he was sixteen. In the military, Lake had learned many of the Federation's orthodox tactics and combat methods.
To put it bluntly, if Lake hadn't joined the army, then because of his memories from his previous life, his bottom line would probably have been very high. Fortunately, after being tempered in the military, he had perfectly integrated himself into the Federation's system.
No one understood Federation combat tactics better than I did.
So...
Lake looked at the people before him, bathed in holy light and already placing absolute faith in him, and a faint smile rose in his heart.
Lake had originally planned to pay Nadya a visit last night, but after seeing how impatient those Heavenly Bird People were to make their move, he had suddenly come up with an even better plan.
Not far away.
Almost standing on the same small hill where Lake and Mephisto had once stood, Raphael and Michael—who had come from the Heavenly Court of Light's Fifth Legion and infiltrated this place several months ago, and who had nearly lost their lives yesterday—were also watching the scene unfolding at the desert town's RV campground. They were beginning to feel that something was slightly off.
"Sharir."
"It's him."
Michael frowned. "He's not dead?"
Raphael looked at Michael. "What do we do now? From the looks of it, he seems