Before he could react, another group of white-robed clerics arrived in front of him.
Their leader spoke first:
"By order of the Holy Hall, we will take charge of everything here. Please cooperate."
Nome stared in stunned disbelief. Watching the two groups get along so warmly, he felt as though he were dreaming.
He pointed incredulously at the blue-robed men. "They're from the Mechanical Church!"
Everyone gave him puzzled looks.
"They killed an entire squad of our investigators!"
Nome pointed furiously at the collapsed ruins and the dead civilians. "All of this happened because of them!"
He made no attempt to hide the hatred in his eyes as he spoke.
A decree issued by the Holy Hall was held out before him, followed by a low, heavy voice:
"By decision of the Holy Hall's Supreme Council, Machinery and Light have entered a strategic partnership. Effective immediately, members of both Churches are forbidden from engaging in private conflicts. Violators will be expelled by the Holy Hall."
Every word carried weight, yet pierced like a needle. Every stroke of writing on the decree felt like a sharp blade driven into his heart.
So many people had died, more than half the city had been destroyed, and they had been ready to march onto the battlefield. Yet in the end, the two Churches had reconciled.
It was like a deadly game. After fighting your way through countless obstacles, just as you were about to save the world, you discovered that the demon king and your teammates were family. They had only been joking around.
Everyone else was farming experience. You alone had been foolish enough to take it seriously.
Three days later, the senior leaders of the two Churches officially signed the documents.
From then on, the Mechanical Church became the Church of