Those who defected at the eleventh hour naturally had to show some sincerity.
Otherwise, who knew whether they might defect again?
It was like a comedic webnovel Sui Xiong had read back in the day, The Tale of Early Slow Bear. Its protagonist, Early Slow Bear, had defected countless times from the late Ming to the early Qing, utterly without principles, truly living without the slightest bottom line... Back then, Sui Xiong had curiously asked, "Was the situation at the end of the Ming Dynasty really so chaotic? Could people just surrender and switch sides whenever they wanted?"
A forum old-timer replied, "The late Ming was chaotic, sure, but saying you could surrender and defect at will is a joke. Did you really think everyone was an idiot? If they didn't put some restrictions on you, or force you to do something that made it impossible for you to defect again, who would accept your surrender?"
A story was, in the end, only a story.
Though Orian was seriously wounded, with her combat strength basically equivalent to zero, her status was there for all to see. With just one sentence, she left that exceedingly dignified and elegant spatial mage with no choice but to comply.
What exactly was "sincerity"? Of course she understood.
With two helpless, bitter laughs, she formed a seal with both hands. A spatial rift, like an enormous sword, extended from her hands and came slashing down upon the Church of the God of Nobility's position.
Although that strike was blocked, its aftershock shattered many of the stone slabs engraved with magic formations. And when the spatial rift collapsed, it turned into countless tiny fragments that flew everywhere, like something exploding in midair... Well, not quite as exaggerated as a nuclear bomb, but on Earth, it would