The Elf Queen, the Dwarf Clan Chief, and several other chiefs rose to their feet one after another.
They first looked around in confusion, only coming back to their senses a moment later.
Then they looked upward in terror.
"How is this possible? Why can he possess such powerful divine power?"
The chiefs were horrified.
Though they too could draw upon the power of faith, that divine power was not limitless.
This was also a restriction the gods had imposed back then. After all, if even a single believer could draw upon their divine power without limit, it would be like a subordinate being able to mobilize one's troops without restraint.
While that was convenient at times and could resolve many problems, if that subordinate ever harbored treacherous intentions, it could easily bring backlash upon oneself.
Though such backlash was exceedingly slight, that did not mean it did not exist.
Especially now, when all the gods had fallen and sunk into slumber.
Without such restrictions, whether they could ever awaken again would not be entirely up to a single thought from their believers.
"Ah, look at the Black Crow Winged Clan Chief!"
At that moment, the Orc Chief suddenly cried out.
The other chiefs all turned their heads.
Only to discover that the Black Crow Winged Clan Chief had still been unable to rise.
Because his body had already been cleaved in two.
His upper and lower halves had been completely separated.
The Black Crow Winged Clan Chief still retained a final trace of life, but his eyes were filled with regret and disbelief.
"Heh heh, chiefs, I'd like to ask you now: will you surrender, or do you want to die?"
As everyone's emotions churned, the bone dragon carried Nalant down before the chiefs.
Though Nalant's face was pale,