"Quick, quick, quick!"
"Lynn's Army is coming!"
"There aren't many places where they can land!"
"The north of the Central Lands is frozen tundra, forests, and swamps, but their navy still has to worry about everyone else's navies."
"Every kingdom is preparing for war now. Under the leadership of the Holy Papal State, we will drive those demons completely off the continent!"
A bishop of the Holy Papal State commanded the people carrying weapons like this.
He was called
The Central Church held dominion over everything.
If the Northern Church had only a few divisions, then the Central Church—damn it, the Central Church truly had a million-strong army.
It couldn't be helped. A church, more or less, still acted like people. It wouldn't forcibly control people's thoughts, nor would it madly burn heretics and rule through terror.
But the Central Lands' church...
To Lynn, the Central Church was instead far more like the stereotypical church.
Feudal and backward, conservative, burning heretics, brooking no doubt—demons beneath the skin of holy charlatans.
When Leticia and Lynn had adventured through the Central Lands, they had been wanted by the Central Holy Church more than once.
But with the north backing them, they were usually wanted for a few days, and a few months later, the matter would be immediately resolved.
But before long, conflict would erupt again.
The Central Church was no stranger to Lynn.
Yes, Lynn was just that much of a household name.
As for how he had earned that reputation, don't ask.
Unspeakable, unheard of.
The men Maxwell commanded were now setting up defenses at the locations in the Central Lands most likely to be targeted for landings.
Two small islands in the northwest of the Central Lands.
This was Ofonie Federation territory.
The two islands were mountainous, but landing