"Lord Andrew, I understand."
He bowed and scraped.
Facing Andrew's commanding tone, the First Generation pretending to be the True God could only acknowledge him in a low voice.
Yet sensing that the "Faith Power" that should have belonged to him had already been divided and given to Andrew, the First Generation suddenly let out a cold laugh inwardly, a trace of imperceptible chill flashing through his eyes.
Faith Power was not that easy to absorb, especially since what had been gathered this time could not truly be considered faith.
Not to mention Andrew absorbing it without the slightest precaution—even they had to repeatedly purify it with special Rules before they could use even a little.
It seems those Creators really don't care about this kid! They didn't even tell him the basics! Good. This gives me an opportunity!
Daring not to think any further, the First Generation quickly concealed his thoughts, then changed his tone. Like the benevolent Heavenly Father, he began to "preach" according to the lines Andrew had designed.
"My children, I see you suffering, and your pain is also my pain."
"The Doomsday was not my will, nor was it brought down by the Gods!"
"This Doomsday was created by an Evil God from another realm! It is the embodiment of Primordial Evil!"
"Just as the Gods descended into the world and saved you in the name of the Holy Son Andrew, this world also has an embodiment of evil in the east!"
"Evil Demon Lin An! He is the sin that prevents you from receiving salvation from God! He is—"
It was as if they had returned to the Middle Ages.
Behind Andrew, among the large number of Fourth Order Awakeners, many representatives from the various regions frowned as they watched the Gods' performance.
Although