Yokota Kazuhiko’s complex gaze landed on Shimazu Fuji, before he spoke slowly: “Clan Lord-sama, the Chinese has a saying; The smart beasts would choose a good tree to perch. The future of this world lies in the hands of the mighty Kingdom of God. Only by believing in the one true God, there would be a chance to enter Heaven, and not Hell. I just want to enter Heaven after I die.”
When the world had transformed, every single person on earth had heard the notification of the one that called himself God, and many who had chosen not to believe, were forced to accept otherwise.
Under such an environment, the might of a religious power could shake the hearts of people. With the Heaven Sect previously, as well as the Kingdom of God, such factions had the draw of faith.
Of course, compared to the Kingdom of God, the Heaven Sect was just a pile of mud. Be it the size of their faction, their influence, and the effort in their people, there was no comparison at all.
