Backstab

Having just gotten past the False Angel, everyone had already seen how powerful that Titan was.

To deal with an enemy of that level, they would probably need more than a dozen angelic avatars working together just to hold it back.

But forcibly condensing a single angelic avatar would require the lives of at least five hundred Ordinary Territory Inhabitants.

If they condensed ten... how many inhabitants would Danmo Territory have left after the battle?

As one of the two highest-ranked pastors present, with the other pastor, Qiao Xi, summoned away by the bishop, he could only preside over this matter himself.

An order was an order. This was a moment of life or death for the territory, and Witt could no longer worry about so much.

As long as my fellow priests die instead of me, I'll be fine. They're only ordinary people. If they're gone, the lord can summon more.

That had been Witt's previous thought. Now that he saw Qiao Xi intending to lend him a hand before leaving, he felt somewhat better instead. He was even a little grateful to Qiao Xi.

Although they had become believers of the God of Light, clergy were human at the end of the day, and possessed all kinds of emotions and desires.

In fact, because they had become clergy, their mental energy was more active than that of ordinary people, and they perceived all sorts of things more deeply.

Witt instinctively assumed that Qiao Xi intended to stay and help share his burden.

As the two Tier-Four pastors exerted themselves, the Holy Water containing abundant Power of Faith began gurgling out of the holy pool. Before long, it had filled nearly half the pool.

The Holy Water boiled and churned like water in a kettle, while a hazy, sacred