Kallen could not refute the God of Order's answer.
By rights, he should have felt incredibly fortunate at that moment, because the God of Order's early, voluntary descent would not only directly resolve the predicament before them, sparing the entire Order God Church from slowly being sacrificed to fill the gap in the most cost-effective way.
More importantly, it resolved Kreid's-no, to be precise, his own crisis of professional ethics.
His maternal grandfather and grandmother would not have to die. The teachers who had once instructed and helped him, these elderly people who, despite their white hair, still marched forward to cries of "Praise Order," would not have to die.
The Knight Order, too, would not have to perish in entire formations in this Divine War. They could continue protecting the Order God Church, disseminating and upholding the Order Regulations, building and maintaining this world that possessed order.
But the risk would not disappear. It had merely shifted.
In essence, the principle everyone had agreed upon-making the greatest sacrifice to secure the highest possible chance of victory in the final battle-had merely become a focus on the present first, followed by transferring all the pressure onto him.
If he lost, everything protected and preserved today would still be erased.
When those Epoch Overlords returned, the other churches might have some chance of surviving, but the Order God Church would have absolutely none.
Even the soil that Order Followers had trodden would have to be dug up and purified.
"Are you afraid?"
The God of Order's voice sounded in Kallen's heart. He was very calm.
"Tyranus told me that Order Followers should grow accustomed to Order's elegance."
"Are you a believer?"
"I..."
"You are the god they praise. Standing on the front line of upholding order and bearing all the pressure