When the Divine Temple learned the news from the "front lines," the true front line had already advanced to the foot of the royal capital.
Because every tribe and city along the way had already fallen under the Venerable Lord's command, not a single message had ever reached the royal capital from beginning to end.
By the time they sought to gather forces to resist, it was already far too late.
Before the order to assemble could even leave the Divine Temple, over half the nobles and divine envoys within the royal capital had already taken the initiative to leave the city and surrender.
The remaining minority, after realizing the situation was dire, swiftly followed in the footsteps of those before them.
At this point, even the slowest-witted person could see, upon witnessing those three Divine Temple Knight Commanders clad in golden armor who had already defected to the Venerable Lord's camp, that the Divine Temple's great tide had passed.
When the royal relatives realized disaster was at hand, they fled in terror to the Divine Temple, hoping to seek its protection.
Yet, absurdly enough, when these royals entered the Divine Temple, they saw the priests who had once stood high above all others, along with the few remaining divine envoys, now kneeling before the portrait of the Lord Bishop, endlessly kowtowing and praying.
Lost in panic, the royal family members did not know what to do for a moment, so they simply followed behind the Divine Temple people and began kowtowing and praying before the portrait as well.
What they did not know was that the Lord Bishop they prayed to was at that very moment kneeling beside the god's feet, trembling from head to toe.
Within the blessed realm known as the Land of the Gods, a colossal