Leave One Behind?

The giant hand was entirely gray, a hazy gray blur.

At first sight of the hand, they felt certain they would be swallowed by it, their very lives and souls sucked away by that single hand.

That was only because they were still fairly high up. The hand had risen from the ground, and there was still some distance before it could reach them.

"It seems I won't be able to leave all of you behind today." Seeing this and sensing the spread of the taboo, Naimus, who did not know much about it, looked away and smiled faintly at the members of The Church.

Naimus's target was not merely these people from The Church. For The Church, top-tier Golden Breeds could die. So long as they did not die in massive numbers, it would only cause some unrest.

And that unrest would not pose much of a crisis for The Church. At most, it would expose weaknesses, allowing other orthodox churches, cults, or Demons to scheme away some of its territory.

Those things were important, but not essential.

After all, Sky Whales reproduced every year, sometimes producing over a hundred more in a single year.

Although the chance of dying young was high, as long as they survived, several decades later there would be another aerial base capable of supporting millions of people.

And as long as there was a population and resources produced by Sky Whales, Golden Breeds could be cultivated with time.

So merely killing several top-tier Golden Breeds could strike at The Church and plunge it into a brief struggle for power, but it was not enough!

What Naimus needed was the death of Saints.

Saints were The Church's greatest fighting force.

They were vital personnel who ensured The Church's normal operation.

Every Saint was The