Factions will always continue to subdivide for various reasons. Even though the Tree Worship Church has already internally split into the Pure Ones and the Stained Ones factions, this is still not the end.
For a lowly, Stained Ones priest like Yiden, the greatest hope is nothing more than to have the Tree God born in his hands, thereby regaining the papacy that has been abolished for hundreds or even thousands of years.
However, bishops like Antiya Lisi, who were mid-level Stained Ones, were already able to develop more terrifying experimental projects on their own, and thereby created "private armies" such as the Treant Hunter to strengthen their control over Fir City.
Meanwhile, the true Stained Ones leaders, led by Sailesi, have gone to the other extreme.
As this composed Grand Knight Commander said, they no longer simply longed for the appearance of the Tree God, but rather desired a Tree God that could be controlled at will, thereby becoming true "executors of divine authority."
There are only two kinds of bottom lines: zero times or countless times. Those Stained Ones have already embarked on the path of depravity have been constantly lowering their own bottom lines over the past few decades.
Although the Grand Knight Commander's words were arrogant, they served as a form of encouragement to the other Knight Commanders.
After exchanging glances, the people inside the tent nodded in agreement, having made up their minds.
As the elite of the Stained Ones Knight Order, they had a clear understanding of what they would do in the future.
What the high knights didn't know was that their boastful words, which they thought would never be uttered in the tent, had actually been caught by a leaping flame in the brazier outside the tent.
"Tsk tsk, what a boastful tone."
The bright yellow flames flickered a few times, and even the demon lurking in the " Depths of the World " couldn't help but feel a little emotional:
I never imagined that the Tree Worship Church would grow to this size in just a few decades... They're not immortal beings, yet their ambitions have expanded so rapidly?
When the Demonic Tide first broke out, all intelligent beings envied these lucky ones who were blessed by the gods. Little did they know that less than a century later, they would be wielding swords against their own master...
And ultimately, could it be that a being reborn Tree God has truly appeared in the Aduolin Province?
If true, then the anomalies reflected in the Aduolin Province's report can be explained.
This is most likely a trick used by those in the Tree Worship Church who remain loyal to their gods.
During the past few days of travel, the demon also reviewed his last failed deduction in the incinerator.
After careful consideration and weighing of the options, he finally came to a conclusion—
The reason he arrived at the wrong answer was not due to a lack of ability, but because the information he received was a mixture of truth and falsehood!
Someone is covering up what happened in Aduolin Province, and this cover-up is even evident in the documents that should have recorded the facts completely!
That's why the report for the second half of the year 908 was sent to the incinerator just days before the New Year.
This means someone is planning to destroy evidence...
The flames flickered, and the demon fell into a new round of contemplation.
Although the demon race has never shown any reverence for the gods who created this world, now that the underlying rules have completely collapsed, even the demons have developed some expectations for the seemingly reborn Tree God.
A god who is reviving, if true, should bring me a lot of fun.
so...
In the still air, the flame harboring the demon pulsed more violently, stirring the demon lurking Depths of the World with excitement at its audacious idea—
He will launch a trial against this newly born god in the name of the demon race's most brilliant tactician!
Half an hour later, the Grand Knights' discussion finally came to an end.
The knights, some cowering and others ecstatic, all left the summoner's tent, and the area quickly returned to its original silence.
A spark leaped from the brazier and slipped inside as a high knight's attendant lifted the curtain to leave the tent.
Inside the military tent, the fallen Grand Knight Commander, who had uttered the boastful words of slaying gods, was carefully examining the map before him.
He had never been to the Aduolin Province before, so he spent the journey cramming on the geography of that region.
However, the terrain of Aduolin Province is not complicated. The crisscrossing waterways and vast plains make the towns very closely connected. As long as Fir City is firmly occupied, pacifying the entire province will not be a problem.
But at that moment, the Grand Knight Commander suddenly felt the temperature around him rise slightly, as if the entire tent was now on a furnace.
The next instant, he saw the edges of the map in his hand turn a scorched yellow, a color that only appears after being roasted.
Enemy attack!
The Grand Knight Commander unleashed his power, slamming his palms together in front of him, and a gust of wind swept through the entire military tent.
A strong gust of wind howled, tearing the map to shreds before it even landed on the table, and also shattering the long table and high-backed chair in front of them.
Even the Grand Knight Commander's own robes were instantly torn into dozens or even hundreds of strips, revealing the distinct pieces of his Alienation full-body armor underneath.
Torn strips of cloth, carrying wood chips, danced wildly in the military tent, but the tent, made of a flexible, canvas-like material, remained completely still.
Amidst the swirling debris, a single spark Ignite everything around it, quickly transforming into a raging inferno that continued to devour the fragments while revealing a smiling, inhuman face:
Why didn't they even leave me a chair?
The voice was mocking, making the composed Grand Knight Commander feel both the burning heat on his face and the chilling cold that seeped into his spine at the same time.
Although he didn't know what kind of enemy was in front of him, he realized that it was not something he could defeat.
"I'm puzzled as to why my symbiotic plants can't give me warnings?"
The demon laughed in a hoarse voice:
"You've already been pulled into the ' Dark Side of the World ' by me, so of course you can't pass on the message."
The Grand Knight clenched his teeth and uttered a word tinged with fear:
" High Tier..."
This is the territory of the Tree Worship Church, and the other party is not only not a member of the Tree Worship Church, but cannot even be considered human.
This is the Demon Race, an alien race that fought with humanity for thousands of years before the Demonic Tide erupted.
Why are demons here?
"Now that you can recognize the difference in strength, things become much simpler."
The fiery face gradually expanded, and the upper body of the demon gradually emerged from it:
"I'm very reluctant to use violence, but I have more important things to do right now, so I need to 'borrow' your identity for a while."
The Grand Knight Commander was so intimidated by the oppressive aura that his voice trembled for a moment:
"How do you want to 'borrow' it?"
The demon stood with his hands on his hips, one pointing to the Grand Knight's forehead and the other to his own temple.
"Simple. I need some of your memories, and... this physical body."