Under the scorching sun, the grand army gathered beneath the altar. Led by a cardinal, they devoutly prayed for the blessings of the Lord of the Dawn!
Such a trivial matter was obviously not enough to trouble the Lord of the Dawn, so there were no miracles.
A little difficulty was clearly not going to stump the charlatans. If miracles don't appear, then resort to Magic.
The Priest Group worked together, and the skies were filled with shining golden light, the air saturating with a holy aura.
Bathing in the Holy Light, the originally apprehensive soldiers instantly become energetic. As though all their negative emotions had been wiped out in an instant.
Witnessing this scene, Hudson was blinded. Sure enough, there was a reason why the clergy had persisted through so many years.
Cult organizations using drugs to stimulate believers are not as compelling as the Holy Light.
Seeing Captain Blake's smug expression, Hudson wanted to slap him.
