The Holy Alliance Nation Falls Apart

"Raise your hand if you've attended college!" Chen Shouyi said from his lofty seat.

"M-My lord, does the Martial Arts Academy count?" one Saintess asked, gathering her courage.

Seated high upon the throne, Chen Shouyi's body had swelled to fifteen or sixteen meters tall, towering like a mountain. He struck more fear into these Saintesses than the Goddess of Fertility, who was fawning over him at his side.

"That counts too." Chen Shouyi nodded.

He couldn't exactly expect these martial artists to have attended a proper university.

At once, all four raised their hands.

The Martial Arts Academy crowd had always been the mainstream among mid- and high-level martial artists. Someone like Chen Shouyi, a completely self-taught wildling raised without restraint, was a rare exception.

"Each of you, introduce yourselves." Chen Shouyi began the interviews.

"My name is Ailuo On. I am the Regiment Commander of the church's guard corps. I have fought in the God War, and I am my lord's most loyal warrior. I will uphold the teachings of the Fertility Code for the rest of my life, and remain faithful unto death," declared a Saintess who had taken part in the holy rites.

At her words, a faint smile touched the Goddess of Fertility's lips. She ingratiated herself with him. "My lord, every one of them is my loyal warrior. You can trust them completely."

When she called them loyal, they truly were loyal. A god could hardly be deceived about the faith of their followers.

Chen Shouyi furrowed his brows and glanced at her, inwardly helpless.

The rest of the interviews quickly grew tedious.

Under the rule of divine authority, even these legends had little freedom—especially when they were face-to-face with a god.

He hastily wrapped up the interviews, then chose an Asian candidate who was