"It's so cold."
That was the first impression of the clerics from the Fallen Temple's Pamela Hall when they arrived near this remote borderland.
Unlike the human Starveil Land, which had once enjoyed four distinct seasons, Night's Veil Land remained between 25 and 35 degrees Celsius all year round. It had a tropical climate.
Beneath the main hall of the Fallen Temple stood eleven branch temples. Pamela was one of them.
Now, in response to a distress call from the Yamala War Tribe and a secret Divine Decree personally delivered by the great Fallen God, the Pamela Temple had completed a brief preparation ritual and set out with every cleric it could quickly muster. They were headed for the borderland between the Thousand-Faced Temple and the Fallen Temple.
More than two hundred clerical Blood-Derived had been deployed for this urgent mission of judgment.
There were also several hundred Derivative Beasts.
These were all the high-ranking clerics and war reserves that the Pamela Temple could temporarily mobilize. Every Blood-Derived was powerful enough to rival a third-level creature.
As for the fanatical believer guard, they had been left far behind because they were slower and would need some time to reach their destination.
Time was short, so the high-ranking clerical Blood-Derived had to go ahead.
Most of them had received the Fallen God's blessing and protection to some degree.
That was because the Fallen God was a newly ascended deity. The prayers of its believers had not yet completely drowned out its mental consciousness and reduced it to a humanoid Law Power war weapon. It still delivered Divine Decrees from time to time, and even manifested miracles in person.
But as time went on, the periods when the Fallen God manifested grew shorter and shorter.
The High Priest looked toward the crow-shaped