Vast amounts of mindscape power began to fill the world.
Then, apostles and lesser apostles who had rarely set foot on the battlefield began entering the fray as well.
The Church wanted to end the battle quickly, and Naimus was no different.
The longer things dragged on, the more mature their technological development could become.
But more Littlefolk would die as well.
The Littlefolk had limited lifespans. Although technology was advanced now, a Littlefolk could live for at most three years.
Thus, the Littlefolk were exceptionally eager for battle.
Though thoughts and knowledge could be passed down, inheritance was ultimately inferior to experiencing things oneself.
Organized legions poured in.
Vast amounts of mindscapes gathered, then formed giant Talent Phenomena according to set templates.
From Mokania's perspective, each of those giant Talent Phenomena possessed strength roughly equivalent to a Steel Breed.
And they were not like Shepherd, who had only just entered the Steel Breed level.
He recalled the intelligence he had obtained from Hays earlier.
Each Littlefolk had a value below one. Even teams formed by joining their strength could only barely achieve the feat of surpassing one.
Yet now, every Littlefolk legion possessed Steel Breed-level combat power.
Their combat strength had multiplied dozens of times within a few days.
In other words, if these Littlefolk were brought into the real world, Naimus would have created a normally functioning army in just a few days.
This army required few resources, possessed high combat power, and reproduced quickly.
It could practically be called a perfect troop type.
"Naimus must die here!" An urgent feeling rose within Mokania.
Whether out of personal resentment—Naimus had killed Isabella.
Or official duty—The Church needed to deal with Naimus.
Or his personal wish—Mokania wanted to use Naimus's elimination as the condition for beginning reforms within The