The captain from the Temple of the War God showed no surprise as he watched the Upper Evil Spirit and the members of the Church of Mist begin to pray.
When war became inevitable, every direct means available had to be used to destroy the enemy.
And for a church with a god, nothing was more direct than having that god take action personally!
Victory was certain!
We were certain to win!
Recalling the achievements of the god he worshipped, the captain quickly regained his composure.
The War God had earned that title not merely because of the divine office he later acquired, but because he had been eager to fight-and capable of defeating his opponents.
According to the records of the Temple of the War God, the War God had fought the twelve giants that ravaged the land. After killing them, he had fashioned their bones into his throne.
Then he had gone into the ocean to fight the six great sea monsters, decorating the sides of his throne with their tentacles.
Finally, after hunting down the three giant eagles of the skies, he had made a kingdom from their feathers and claws, ascending from man to god.
These were all legends about the War God.
Whether they were true or false was now difficult to establish.
One thing, however, was true.
The War God was a master of warfare.
And immensely powerful.
Before the Calamity Lady appeared, his had been the sole faith of the Northern Continent.
Thus, the captain had every reason to believe.
They would win.
The Church of Mist would surely fall!
After all, the Church of Mist was merely a small, newly risen church.
Its only noteworthy achievement was its battle against an aberration in Sika City.
And the War God would not even