After explaining the arrangements for the Final Judgment Plan to everyone, the Moth Elder Guardian's expression was filled with conflict and resolve.
Because this plan
was fundamentally at odds with the doctrines upheld by The Order.
This time, they could not even convince themselves that they were carrying out judgment, doing what was righteous, and that everything was for the salvation of mankind.
God, is this truly not slaughter? the Moth Elder could not help praying inwardly.
Yet he did not show it. Instead, he looked toward the other Guardians. Now that the arrangements had been made, all that remained was to carry them out.
Inside the church, the Guardians, like a group of plaster statue monsters, glanced at one another in awkward silence. No one spoke.
Although they had all agreed to the judgment plan, none of them could bear to be one of the seventy-two tasked with carrying it out, wielding the authority to oversee such judgment. It went too strongly against their doctrines. Everyone watched one another, hoping they would be among those left behind to activate the Ark.
For a moment, everyone fell silent over the matter of assigning teams. Not a single person voluntarily stepped forward to become one of the seventy-two.
Seeing this, the Moth Elder opened his mouth to speak, but found himself unable to say anything.
Because he suddenly realized that even he could not bring himself to do it. If that was the case, how could he forcibly assign others?
As time passed, the Guardians' faith began to fluctuate abnormally under the clash of their doctrines. Faith and mercy had become two opposing sides.
Chaotic holy power began to seep uncontrollably from many of them.
If this continued, quite a few Guardians might go mad. That was exactly the sort of