As more and more voices of support rose, those who had begun to feel anxious gradually forgot their anxiety, and reluctance began to appear in their eyes.
They were unwilling to let the god they revered charge into the front lines and fight for them.
They were unwilling to accept that they were so weak that they did not even qualify to take part.
As time passed, that intense unwillingness rapidly grew and turned into action. Countless people voluntarily gathered at Guardian Offices across the world, requesting to leave the cities and help the only god in their hearts.
As more and more people made such requests, the people in charge of each region could only urgently send reports to headquarters.
"Ridiculous! Wouldn't that just cause more trouble?"
Looking at the reports sent in from various regions, Zhang Ruochan's expression stiffened, and a trace of anger appeared in her eyes. Though she could understand their feelings, was this really the time for people to act on their emotions?
"Hahahaha... Elder Zhang, try to understand them. If Junior Brother hadn't told us to remain in the rear and provide support, I would've rushed out long ago to fight alongside him."
Huangfu Long glanced at the intelligence before Zhang Ruochan, grinned, and his booming laughter immediately echoed through the office.
"Stop egging them on, brat. My head already hurts enough, and now it feels even worse!"
"And can't you change the way you address His Majesty? Junior Brother this, Junior Brother that—His Majesty may not care, but if others hear it, it will damage His Majesty's dignity!"
Zhang Ruochan frowned and rubbed her throbbing head before speaking to Huangfu Long with irritation.
"Hahaha... It's a habit, it's a habit. I'll definitely change next time!"
Seeing Huangfu Long's unconcerned expression, Zhang