They could not be broken.
Not just their physical defenses.
More importantly, the defenses within people's hearts.
Victory could bring only fleeting joy, but darkness with no end in sight would sooner or later become the final straw that broke the will of every living being in the Main Universe.
Because Lynn had already seen it.
Not just among ordinary beings, but even within Dark Night City, his closest subordinates who had become New Gods were already utterly exhausted.
From top to bottom.
Everyone's eyes held a gloom that would not lift.
Although Lynn's return and this latest great victory had rekindled their fighting spirit.
Everyone knew.
They would come again.
And Lynn knew all too well that once this despair and hopelessness spread, there would be no need for the nightmares to attack again. They would break themselves.
"We need something to believe in."
At Dark Night City's highest-level council meeting, the Self-Binding Angel looked into his eyes and put forward that proposal amid the silence of the assembled Legion Commanders.
"We need a King."
"We need... an Emperor whom all of us can follow blindly."
Even if it brought terrible consequences.
Even if it ran completely counter to the values they-and Lynn-had upheld for so long, in an age this desperate, it was already the best solution they could devise.
Only fervor.
Only by making every person, every living being, believe with unconditional fervor that their King would surely lead them out of the gloom!
Only then...
Would the defenses within their hearts hold.
But Lynn immediately rejected the proposal, because he knew exactly what it meant. In that ancient age, the Great Lord had also stood amid such a tide of fervor. Countless beings had been willing to die for him, believing until their dying breaths that