Yet even without the Pope's words, everyone understood in the next moment that the Holy Son was an enemy, not a friend.
The Sword of War in his hand, stained with Holy Blood, swung, and a sword aura swept forth.
Holy Fortune: Phoenix Cry!
Pure Holy Light, dense to the extreme, transformed into a crying phoenix.
Beneath the sword light, there was neither mercy nor compassion.
Large numbers of Church of Precepts members had not even reacted before their bodies evaporated into light and scattered away.
He slowly descended.
The Holy Son looked at the Sky Whale and the remaining ordinary civilians on its back, then said softly, "Leave. This war no longer concerns you."
"But anyone who continues to believe in the God of Precepts shall suffer disaster!" The Holy Son then pronounced a curse.
He had not killed all the believers and civilians aboard this Sky Whale. He had not even cleared out those Black Stone Breed church personnel.
But that was not because he was kind.
It was because, once the God of Precepts perished, these Sky Whales would all become Naimus's private property.
These people would also be covered by the doctrines of the Fictional Church and become new believers.
Thus, Naimus would not damage his future foundation. So long as these people no longer continued believing, they would be of no help whatsoever to the God of Precepts.
The curse would prevent them from believing.
Pray to the God of Precepts once, and the body would suffer torment once. Pray twice, and the entire body would fall into intense agony.
If someone still prayed a third time under such circumstances, they were surely a devout believer and could hardly be changed.
Then let them die under the curse.
This was the best method for preserving