The church flew over the last street in the northern district and entered the wilderness outside the city.
The wilderness was desolate, with nothing but gravel and withered grass.
Thanks to Lynn's "Environmental Purification," tender green shoots had already begun poking through the soil. Before long, this place would become grassland.
A few shepherds were driving their flocks back across the ground below.
Hearing the wind howl overhead, they instinctively looked up.
An enormous church, an impassive divine statue, white wings, black wings, gray-white light...
The shepherds dropped their whips and knelt on the gravel, pressing their foreheads to the ground.
Left unattended, the sheep scattered around them, while the sheepdogs barked furiously as they herded the flock.
The church flew over the wilderness and across a river.
Several fishing boats were on the river, their crews hauling in their nets.
The church's shadow swept across the water. The fishermen looked up, and the nets in their hands fell into the river, letting the fish escape.
The fishermen paid no attention. They knelt on the decks in devout prayer, utterly unconcerned that the tools of their livelihood had vanished beneath the water.
The church flew over a small town with only a few hundred households.
As it passed overhead, its gray-white light illuminated the entire street.
The people in the street could not help looking up, catching sight of the angels and the glowing building.
A clamor rang through the town. Some knelt in the middle of the road to pray, some leaned out of their windows, and others ran outside with children in their arms.
The children pointed at the sky, shouting, "Supreme God! Supreme God..."
The church flew over plains, hills, and forests.
Wherever it passed, the goblins there knelt in devout prayer, praising the Supreme God's mighty