In the eyes of the wealthy, those things might not have been worth mentioning.
They looked down on these so-called supplies and saw no use for them.
But to the impoverished people in remote regions, these things were precious enough to make their eyes burn with longing, especially now, with the flames of war raging everywhere.
Countless soldiers on the front lines were crushed beneath the dark clouds of war, even though they held every advantage, even though a powerful, nearly invincible Soul Tool Legion stood behind them.
Yet there was still an empty place in those ordinary soldiers' hearts. They had no faith of their own.
An army without faith was never truly complete, and so the Angel God's legacy and legends began to spread quietly through the ranks.
And Li Qingming, that truly brilliant young talent, that peerless prodigy whose name had once resounded throughout the Sun Moon Empire Federation, was naturally elevated to the position of supreme pontiff of the Angel Holy Cult.
He had slain Super Douluos while still at the Soul Douluo rank, and not just one.
Even Long Xiaoyao's death had been deliberately credited to Li Qingming by the Sun Moon Empire.
He had slain the strongest expert in the world and swept across the land, all but invincible. Once such a reputation spread, the ordinary soldiers naturally developed an almost instinctive devotion to the Angel God.
The more suffering people endured, the purer their faith became.
Not only that, both the suppression of the Holy Spirit Cult and the mysterious expert of unknown origin within the army were woven into tales of protectors and guards serving the Angel God.
Gu Yuena actually understood what was happening, and she was deeply displeased.
But she could also guess that this was a test by Li