Under the blazing sun.
An elderly man in a white robe, with a prominent nose and deep-set eyes, strode at the head of the group, holding a golden scepter set with jewels. A large procession of priests followed behind him. Wherever they passed, the soldiers dropped to their knees in reverence.
The group soon reached the high ground and gazed across at Great Xia Nation.
"What's the situation over there?" the old man asked.
The territory of the God of Light was a **** nation. As the deputy Leader of the Church of the God of Light, he had nearly reached the pinnacle of power. One more step, and he would become Leader.
"The army from Great Xia Nation is huge. I estimate they have as many as a million troops. But judging from their attitude, they seem to be bluffing and have no intention of starting a war," the commander said respectfully, bowing. He was a bearded, middle-aged man dressed in a white robe as well.
After all, it was Great Xia Nation. The one thing they never lacked was people, the deputy Leader thought.
"Don't let your guard down. Step up security, and make sure the soldiers are properly disciplined. Keep them restrained, and don't provoke the enemy needlessly."
"Yes!"
Fighting on two fronts against two nuclear powers, even the Country of Radiance—with a population of four or five hundred million and control of the vast Middle East Asia region—felt immense pressure.
But once the European Alliance was defeated, their master could turn his attention elsewhere...
"What's happening on the side of the 'false' God of Power?" the deputy Leader asked.
Believers had to show due respect when referring to other gods. They generally had to add the word "false" to demonstrate their devotion to their own master.