Church members dressed in Pale Church attire walked recklessly through the streets, carrying submachine guns and assault rifles.
Wherever it went, chaos and turmoil ensued.
People lay prostrate on the ground in the streets, their bodies trembling, not daring to flee or show any disrespect.
Ever since that Pale God emerged from his palace, the world of the Southern Continent has completely changed.
It descended with Pressure in a tyrannical manner.
The immense Pressure that constantly loomed over people served as a constant reminder that the executioner's blade could fall at any moment.
Anyone who does not obey the Pale God will be reduced to nothingness and never be reborn!
This isn't meant to scare them; it's the real truth.
From the day that Pressure descended, the small protest groups on the streets were reduced to nothingness one by one before the eyes of the crowd.
Its body, like a piece of paper that had been burned, turned to dust without any sign of distress or sound, and vanished into the world.
Those who stormed the Pale Holy See, betrayed the Holy Empire of the Southern Continent, and colluded with outsiders were all burned to ashes in full view of everyone, thoroughly demonstrating the boundless power of the Pale God!
A living person, perhaps speaking to you, drinking water, or experiencing pleasure on a woman's body, or laughing and chatting with someone, can suddenly turn into ashes and vanish into the world without any warning, pain, or even their own awareness. In the end, even the ashes completely disappear and melt away.
The impact of such a death is truly terrifying.
Because this means that the Pale God has the ability to crush everyone at any time, and possesses true omnipotence and omniscience to oversee the entire Southern Continent.
Such a wondrous miracle, such divine power, is enough to instantly clear one's eyes and sharpen one's mind.
What Pale God is incapable of governing? What Pale God is licentious and immoral? What Pale God is tyrannical and cruel?
With such power, the Pale God is the embodiment of holiness, the spokesperson of God, and the true embodiment of justice!
He must also be holy, great, righteous, and radiant!
Since the boundless Pressure of that Pale God hung over everyone's head like a sword that would not fall, all the rumors against him in the past have been dispelled.
As for whether it was not a rumor at all, but rather public opinion?
Nonsense! The people of the Southern Continent are all misled by rumors; they are all innocent!
When the real executioner's blade came down, the people of the Southern Continent instantly came to their senses.
Now they finally know who truly decides everything!
"You've been drafted. Go home immediately to say goodbye, and report to Church tomorrow morning!"
"You deserve to be His Majesty's most faithful believer. I need to see you at Church tomorrow morning."
"You, though thin and sickly, must still dedicate yourself to His Majesty, thus demonstrating your noble faith. Tomorrow morning..."
"No, no, no, missionary, missionary! This is my brother! We can't both be conscripted! We have an elderly mother and three toddlers who can't even walk yet!"
"Very well, Your Majesty is merciful. Since your family is in such dire straits, then you may stay. Let your sickly brother go to the battlefield to sacrifice himself for Your Majesty, while you, in good health, can stay home and support your family."
The once bustling street was now completely silent. The crowd stood orderly, some kneeling, some squatting, and some standing still, waiting for the armed missionaries to walk by one by one and issue conscription notices.
Although the Pale Church missionaries who were recruiting soldiers were easy to talk to and didn't use any violence, everyone's face was still filled with despair.
Even so, no one dared to run away.
The Pale God who displayed boundless power earlier was not doing so for nothing; those who dared to flee would vanish into thin air the moment they stepped out of the city.
Whether to die immediately or wait until going to the battlefield to die, this is a choice everyone knows how to make.
In fact, it wasn't just the kneeling civilians who were terrified; the missionaries who were conscripting soldiers with guns were also on edge.
To that Pale God, these missionaries were no different from the poor kneeling on the ground—all useless trash to be slaughtered at will, consumables to be used and requisitioned at will!
At the very beginning of the Great Purge, some missionaries, priests, and even archbishops of local churches harbored ill intentions, such as wanting to amass wealth, indulge in women, or abuse their power.
During this period, anyone with other ideas, as soon as they revealed their thoughts, was completely obliterated and vanished into thin air under the watchful eyes of the public.
This is why they are so easy to talk to now.
Duoxia's feelings were indeed correct; only a truly omniscient and supreme deity could better govern this human society filled with endless desires.
Missionaries dressed in pure white monks' robes walked down the street, and wherever they went, vehicles stopped and people halted, awaiting the decree that would summon them into the endless Hell constructed by the Pale God.
Little did they know that their fate was already extremely favorable. The East Continent army, which took advantage of the Southern Continent to plunder, was the one truly stepping onto the shore of death.
From the moment the Pressure of Pale God descended, the death sentence for these invaders was already pronounced.
The Pressure forced their soldiers to their knees, where they were slaughtered like lambs to the slaughter by the Pale Holy See missionaries.
The first wave of invaders from the East Continent Northern Continent, numbering 350,000, was slaughtered in a single day, with none surviving.
It is said that the interior of the Northern Continent is littered with corpses, and their blood has gathered into rivers, creating a scarlet river.
The stench of blood and rotting corpses permeated the entire wasteland, utterly revealing the tyranny of that Pale God!