The Prototype of a Calamity Weapon

The struggle between gods became a struggle of faith in the mortal world, and there was never room for compromise.

Especially for their followers!

At that moment, inside the small hall, a clash of offerings to the God of Barbarians had taken place. Had an ordinary Light Priest been there, the domineering nature of the God of Light worshipped by the Holy See would have made the situation turn hostile long ago.

Reilo gave a cold, haughty smile.

He stared straight at the old Barbarian priest. Under the watchful eyes of the Barbarian elders, Reilo's languid expression gradually gave way as he leaned back in his hide chair, looking ready to spring into action at any moment.

"Since the God of Barbarians you worship has issued such a Divine Decree, and is willing to use his own followers as cannon fodder to prove their courage and glory, the great Light will naturally not stand in the way of such a moving act of sacrifice. Please, be my guest."

Reilo's arrogance and icy indifference made the Barbarian priest furrow his brow slightly. He fell silent.

He had been testing the man to see whether he might be a priest of some evil god. If Reilo had shown even the slightest weakness or fear, the old priest would have struck like a storm. But this attitude left him uncertain.

He had only tested whether the man was truly a priest of the God of Light on a whim.

The God of Barbarians had indeed briefly issued a Divine Decree, ordering the tribes here to resist to the end and destroy the invading enemy. But he had given no command to purge followers of evil gods.

In other words...

There was no benefit to be gained from killing a follower of an evil