The desolate call of a horn rang out across the area, somewhat at odds with the so-called "civilization" built by the surrounding metropolis. Yet that "civilization" was so frail before it, truly fragile enough to shatter at a touch.
It was no exaggeration to say that without those horns sounding time and again in the past, "civilization" would not exist at all.
Kallen raised his binoculars again and looked toward the Mansion.
All manner of problems existed within the Order God Church, and all manner of scum were active there. Even Kallen himself and Neo beside him could, to some extent, be counted among that "scum";
But one thing was undeniable: every time the Order God Church mobilized openly on a large scale, what it practiced was always classical idealism.
The Abyss Church was harvesting the "artists'" Qi and Blood here to sustain the angel's vitality. Although they were selective, it still violated the Order Regulations. Such conduct deserved severe punishment!
A Sage of the Principle God Church had once left these words: Never force the Order God Church to make a public choice, because its choice will invariably make you deeply uncomfortable.
Within the Church World, the Order God Church was a malformed freak, even a malignant tumor.
The only reason it could exist was... strength.
Kallen suddenly sighed from the heart. "Neo, tell me, if one day the Church World began to like and accept the Order God Church's existence, what would that mean?"
Neo, who had just changed clothes and put on his hat, thought for a moment. "I roughly understand what you mean, but I can't put my answer into precise words on such short notice."
"When our enemies like us, it proves we've done something wrong."
Neo took a deep breath. "A shame that valet