By then, the third ring had long since become a field of rubble.
Before the frost bone dragon possessed by divine will, everyone instinctively felt insignificant.
Seeing it use a shell of ice as a prison to temporarily seal off the area within Lentax Great City's second ring, the followers of the Calamity Raven Church could not help but cheer.
They bowed and worshipped with even greater devotion, wishing they could offer everything they had to the great god.
Meanwhile, the remaining Garrison troops stranded in the third ring looked ashen-faced.
Some even gave up resisting of their own accord.
Faced with a projection of a god, an overwhelming sense of helplessness filled their hearts.
The Lords active in the surrounding area, however, were unaffected.
They were shocked, sure, but that did not stop them from seizing the time to loot.
To them, the fates of the god, the Garrison troops, and the great city were all like passing clouds.
Fake. It was all fake. Only the resources, population, and Denar they looted were real.
With no room for empty thoughts, the Lords were generally quite pragmatic.
After all, they had risked their lives to come to Lentax Great City and scavenge what they could.
One careless move could draw the attention of the Calamity Raven Church's Apostle Group, and if they were unlucky, they might even die in the aftermath of the frost bone dragon's attacks.
Against enemies far beyond their level, the Lords had no ability to protect themselves at all.
With good luck, they could return fully loaded; with bad luck, they would die here or become slaves of the church.
Under such circumstances, taking advantage of the church apostles' worship to loot as much as possible was their first choice.
At that moment, they saw the