The God of Precepts had found a blind spot.
He had thought of a possible issue with the Holy Son.
The Holy Son had defeated Naimus in Tail-Wagging Town, seized the Historical Rank, and become a Legendary Breed.
Everything had seemed perfectly normal.
But now that he looked at it, that was the greatest abnormality. How had the Holy Son defeated Naimus, someone even he found troublesome?!
Looking back, Naimus might have been deliberately showing weakness at the time. He later guided The Church into fighting the Twin Demon, then seized the chance to successfully occupy the Azure Sky Whale. That could be considered reasonable.
Yet the God of Precepts simply could not believe it.
It was not that the God of Precepts was targeting the Holy Son. Every pivotal figure with suspicious points had to be treated with such doubt.
Otherwise, gods would stop at nothing for the sake of profit.
Over the long river of time, there had been countless cases of failures caused by trusting others too readily over minor details.
For instance, one god had mistakenly trusted a devout fanatic and believed there was nothing wrong with him.
In the end, he had elevated that person to the position of pope.
Yet in the very next moment, that pope had stabbed the god in the back. The resulting turmoil of faith had led to that god being hunted down by other gods.
The entire scheme had taken a thousand years to arrange.
Throughout those thousand years, that devout believer had not revealed the slightest flaw.
In some historical possibilities, there had been certain vague patches, but that was also a normal phenomenon.
That god had let down his guard, and the result was that god no longer existed in this world.
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