The Beginning

Fran decapitated the one who spoke first with a single Wind Blade.

She already possessed the power to overwhelm any dissent. The reason she didn't go on a killing spree was because it wasn't worth it; rashly killing everyone would only push them to her opposite side.

After doing this, she could eventually get the whole city to obey her through her power, but it would take much longer and be too inefficient.

Fran's move was swift and without warning, leaving no one present in time to react.

Only after Xavier's head had come to a stop on the ground did the terrified screams erupt from the other side.

"Ah!" The civilian standing next to Xavier trembled, and a few drops of cold sweat began to appear on his forehead.

"This is the consequence of questioning God's decision."

Fran then slowly spoke, briefly explaining the reason for her sudden action.

None of the civilians opposite him dared to speak; they remained rooted to the spot, not daring to move an inch.

This was terrifying; suddenly their leader was decapitated, which made them all afraid to provoke each other anymore.

If Fran had only attacked Xavier, then, encouraged by Xavier, they might have had the courage to fight Fran.

However, Fran killed one person with a single blow, and her attitude was extremely contemptuous.

This made them all worry that they might be the next to lose their lives, and they dared not make the slightest move.

Fran scanned the commoners, and those she looked at unconsciously looked down, avoiding eye contact with her.

Fran turned her head and instructed the ' Half-Dragon ':

"Dispose of the bodies and take these people to the pre-designated location."

Upon hearing the order, the ' Half-Dragon ' immediately began their work. One of Half-Dragon looked at the civilians with disdain and then said rather rudely:

"Come with me now."

The civilians dared not resist. Having lost their leader, they were at a loss and could only follow him.

Seeing that the scene had already been dealt with, Fran turned and walked towards the center of the square.

Meanwhile, Tors witnessed the entire process. His expression turned serious, and he quickly walked back.

Tors rushed back to Eugene and explained what he had just witnessed.

After listening to Tors's story, Eugene beamed with joy, as if he had encountered something wonderful.

"What's wrong, Priest Eugene?" Tors, puzzled. Why was he laughing so happily? His opponent was so ruthless, killing without batting an eye. Shouldn't he be wary?

Eugene looked around to make sure no one was watching, then turned to Tors and explained:

"I am pleased because our enemies have pushed yet another person to the opposite side, which will hasten their own demise."

"The divine messenger did that, he dealt with Xavier, but he didn't deal with the group of people Xavier represented."

"Their battle will only intensify, and we'll be able to return to this Divine Temple much faster."

Eugene envisioned that although he was confident he could reclaim the Divine Temple from these lowly people, it would not be a matter of a day or two.

According to his plan, it would take at least a month. During this time, he needed to win over the common people, divide his opponents, and accumulate strength before he could have the power to overthrow them.

This couldn't be rushed, because those commoners had indeed used sheer force to conquer the Divine Temple and cripple the entire guard.

This incident established the prestige of those lowly people, making almost everyone want to wait and see, as no one wanted to be the one to stick their neck out and be killed along with the one who did.

However, the other party's swift and ruthless elimination of an opinion leader will undoubtedly provoke discontent, making his plan to win over more people even more successful.

Eugene turned his head to look at the ' Half-Dragon ' standing guard in the square, a smile on his face, his heart filled with excitement, as if he had already won.

The sun's rays had almost disappeared, leaving only a sliver of the setting sun on the horizon, and half the sky had been dyed black.

At that moment, lights were placed almost every two meters in the square of Monsa City, but they still couldn't illuminate every corner of the square.

Because the square is now packed with people, jostling each other, it's difficult for light to penetrate the crowd and illuminate more areas.

Eugene and Tors squeezed into the crowd of priests, their faces full of displeasure.

Since they became priests, they have never been in this place, crammed together with a group of people, their limbs restricted by the bodies of others, unable to stretch out freely.

However, they also knew that they absolutely could not act rashly at this moment, as doing so would simply give the other side an opportunity to make an example of them, which would only lead to their own deaths.

The sun finally set completely, making the torchlight shine even brighter.

At this moment, Fran finally stepped onto the stage.

She glanced at the thousands of people surrounding her, raised an eyebrow, and was somewhat surprised that the entire square was packed with them.

She had previously felt that time was tight, as she had only managed to get through at noon and was only allowed to speak once in the evening. She wondered if this was too rushed and resulted in fewer people coming.

She clapped her hands, signaling the ' Half-Dragon ' below to maintain order. After the scene quieted down a bit, she used a magical technique to amplify her voice.

"Welcome, residents of Monsa City!"

"I am a messenger of God, so let me tell you about what happened today on behalf of my God."

"Today, my God sent me and His blessed people to stop the false gods from continuing to deceive Monsa, to kill the priests who served the false gods in exchange for a chance to survive, and to restore Monsa."

"I am happy to share this news that makes the whole of Monsa happy."

Fran's face was full of smiles, as if she was genuinely happy to share something good.

Her words made Eugene frown; Eugene hadn't expected her to speak like that.

He originally thought that the other party would at most suppress them, the priests, but he did not expect that the other party would directly say that the god worshipped by the entire Monsa City was a false god.

This is a bit like slapping the whole city in the face, as if to say that you are all wrong and only I am right.

He's starting to suspect that the other side isn't really gathering so many people to win them over, but rather it's some kind of performance art.

Fran's words had a very good effect; almost everyone who heard them looked displeased and began to whisper among themselves.

Fran ignored the subtle movements below and continued speaking:

"Now let us judge sinners before God, and I will show you the terrible mistakes they have made."

Fran raised her hand, signaling to bring the person forward.

The arrival of the men caused gasps from the crowd, as they were all dressed in priestly robes, their bodies covered in wounds, some even dragging on the ground as they moved forward.