On the twenty-first floor of the third Federation hotel on the West Coast, there was an office.
Archbishop Zhang Bolun smiled as he spoke on the phone, "Good, please rest assured, Archbishop Li Ang. After the sacrifice ritual ends, we will hold a military award ceremony for the young people of the military. We will soothe those who need soothing and commend those who deserve commendation."
"This decision will inevitably displease many, but it is a compromise for the greater good. The Ancestral God's creative power can perform miracles akin to resurrection, which can greatly protect our existing combat forces. It can even give new life to those old predecessors who are sleeping in the hibernation pods. They have dedicated everything to the human world; we cannot abandon them."
He paused, "As for the media aspect, I will handle the coordination. What should be said and what shouldn't, I have a clear grasp, and I believe the fervor of public opinion will soon pass."
The call ended.
