When the archbishop in charge of the Dark Church's operations in the Chaotic Territory withdrew with all the knights under his command, the news spread throughout the Eastern Region as if it had grown wings.
He was not the one spreading it. The lords of those duchies were. The Dark Church had operated in the Chaotic Territory for centuries and was deeply entrenched. No one had ever driven it out before.
Now, plenty of people had seen a young man descend from the sky on a black horse and cleave the bell tower of the Seat of Shadow's church with a single sword strike. The archbishop had not uttered so much as a peep before packing up and leaving.
Over the next dozen or so days, similar reports arrived one after another.
The Dark Church's strongholds in the Eastern Region were uprooted one by one. Loa's route was clear-from north to south, largest to smallest, one a day. Everywhere he went, he said the same thing: "You have one day. Pack up and leave." If they refused? He raised his hand and struck with his sword. Church spires fell, main halls collapsed, and statues shattered. No one was hurt, but no one dared stay either.
By the end of March, fifteen of the Dark Church's seventeen strongholds in the Chaotic Territory had been cleared out. The remaining two were tucked away in the southernmost corner and were so small that Loa could not even be bothered to go himself. He merely sent Wangcai and Wuzhui over. Wangcai charged up a ninth-level lightning storm spell and brought it crashing down on them. Wangcai's attacks were nowhere near as precise as Loa's, and there were quite a few casualties. The people at both locations were so frightened that they fled that very