Power was intoxicating. Feeling the Transcendent Power born within him, the Governor could not help but swing his fists.
The howling wind from his punches let him feel that power, but it also made him understand that there was no turning back.
This was the optimal solution based on the situation before him. If he did not betray the Colossus Civilization, then the Colossus Civilization would betray him.
It sounded incredible, but that was the cruel reality.
When he had decided to bring in the power of the Angel Civilization, he had wanted to restore the noble class and pass down power through legitimate means.
He had simply never expected to invite the wolf into his home. The power of faith had shattered the old rules of the game. Watching the sect begin to seize power, he knew the tide had turned.
Although the sect still appeared very weak compared to the entire regime, he had already seen the prelude to the collapse of a great edifice.
Moreover, the office of Governor was not hereditary. Even if he fulfilled his ambition of granting society privileged ranks, he merely hoped to become one of the nobles—perhaps more distinguished than most, but never among the very highest.
Betraying the Colossus noble class now was merely switching tracks.
Under the Angel Civilization, he might not enjoy any fewer privileges.
Of course, the Prisoner's Dilemma was also an important reason.
He did not know how many members of the noble class had joined the Great Xia Empire's camp.
From the moment Michel produced the Transcendent Potion, he had wavered.
He could disguise himself as a devout believer of the Lord, and so could those nobles.
Faced with the possibility of being stabbed in the back at any moment, he could only strike first.
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