Lin Qi looked up at the Golden Hall, restored to its original state beneath the workings of the law of time, nodded, then flicked out a finger and blasted the golden statue of the Goddess of Victory into powder. He turned to glance at Tixiang and said calmly, "From now on, the Longshan Family crest will be enough up there. The statues of other gods are not worthy of standing above my head."
After a pause, Lin Qi waved his hand. "Go. Gather every noble and official in Berely City. Bring me the heads of all the major families in Berely, and all the major families of the Gallic Empire as well."
At this moment, whether it was Tixiang or the other noble ministers at Lin Qi's side, having witnessed with their own eyes the various unimaginable powers Lin Qi had displayed, they had truly taken Lin Qi as their faith. They had become his most devout believers—real, unadulterated faith, nothing like the faith they had once used to fool the Church.
Thus, Tixiang and the others immediately worked with the utmost efficiency to gather all the nobles still alive within Berely's city districts. Those important figures of Berely and even the Gallic Empire who held actual power were also summoned into the Golden Hall.
Holding a scepter forged from refined gold and blessed with several purely decorative halo divine arts—possessing no effects beyond heaviness and splendor—Lin Qi sat properly upon the throne of the Gallic Emperor. Around him stood a ring of burly men with shaved heads, heavy armor, massive bodies, and fierce Killing Intent radiating from every inch of them. These savage-looking giants were all elite Tiger Guards of the Lin Clan. In the Divine Domain, each had inherited a High-God-level divine office, and every one of them