The Whip Bearer stood there for a long time, his eyes gradually reddening.
However, it was not because he was moved by seeing a "god."
He felt somewhat melancholy, somewhat helpless, somewhat sorrowful... and very, very aggrieved.
Before, it had only been a nightmare, the worst outcome he could imagine, tinged with self-mockery: first serve the elder with his head raised, then lower his head to serve the younger.
Now... the nightmare had come true.
He, Kallen Silva, really was a Divine Son.
"Hehehe... hahaha... hehehe..."
Fudeng laughed. He sat back down and laughed even harder, covering his forehead with one hand as his shoulders began shaking.
He had to admire his own damned perception. No wonder the High Priest had entrusted him with the team's intelligence work right from the beginning.
He had thought something was wrong with Kallen, and something really was wrong with Kallen.
How he wished he could be wrong just once, misjudge someone just once, even at the cost of his professional dignity.
Not all Divine Sons were the same.
The differences between them were like those between Lizardman and Aoji.
The lowest tier of Divine Sons were those whose descent the church actively arranged and facilitated. Mavario was a typical example.
He was merely a vessel, bearing some of that "lord's" abilities and memories. The church granted him high status, but in reality, he was merely a high-grade tool for the church.
His life, his marriage, his work assignments-all of these had been decided long before the church prepared to bring that "lord" down.
The middle tier of Divine Sons possessed greater subjective initiative. They were not brought down through the church's prayers and pleas. Instead, for some purpose, some need, or upon some opportunity, that "lord" wished to descend and notified the church