The third officiant looked coldly at the reactions of everyone in the soul clan, with a proud smile on his lips.
He knew very well that human nature was fragile, and when faced with life-and-death decisions, few people could stick to their principles and beliefs. He looked forward to seeing everyone in the Soul Clan kill each other, and eventually fall under his control.
Everyone in the Soul Clan looked at each other, with complex emotions flashing in their eyes. Finally, after a long period of silence, someone couldn't restrain his inner struggle and exposed his fangs. That person was Hun Wujue. His face was resolute and his eyes were firm, as if he had already
Made the final choice.
"Clan leader, are you really planning to rebel against the Holy Church? You are so inappropriate." Hun Wujue's voice was filled with a hint of sadness and helplessness, "Our clan's status was given by the Holy Church, so naturally we should be loyal to the Holy Church. We are willing to follow
I'll kill Hun Huan together, come on!"
With Hun Wujue's cry, some kind of invisible balance seemed to be broken. Nearly half of the Hun clan chose to follow him. Their eyes showed both determination and fear, but more of them showed dissatisfaction with the future.
Confirmation and submission to the authority of the church.
On the other side, the warriors of the Demon Suppressing Mansion were also panic-stricken. Some of them shouted: "We are not willing to be enemies of the Holy Church." There was a bit of trembling and helplessness in the voice. Obviously, facing the power of the Holy Church,
, they also felt tremendous pressure.
When the third officiant saw this, a proud smile appeared on his lips.
He spoke slowly, with a hint of comfort in his voice: "Very good, the only ones the Holy Church wants to kill today are the rebels of the Soul Clan and Long Yingtian. If the rest are willing to surrender, the Holy Church will naturally spare him.
After all, we and the Demon-Suppressing Mansion Holy Church are one family, so why should we hurt our harmony for outsiders?"
His words were full of confidence and domineering, as if he had everything under control.
His eyes swept over everyone present, as if telling them with his eyes that by choosing the Holy Church, you are choosing survival and the future. And those who choose betrayal are destined to be destroyed.
"We swear allegiance to the Holy Church." These words rang out among the warriors of the Demon Suppressing Mansion, with an unquestionable determination. Their eyes shone with awe and loyalty to the Holy Church, as if at this moment, the Holy Church
It has become the belief and pillar in their hearts.
As these words fell, a group of people from the Demon Suppressing Mansion also chose to stand on the side of the Holy Church.
There were complicated expressions on their faces, including helplessness and struggle, but mostly fear and uncertainty about the future. They knew that being an enemy of the Holy Church meant being an enemy of the orthodoxy of the entire Baize Continent.
That is a road of no return.
In fact, we cannot entirely blame them for their choice.
They can protect the Demon Suppressing Mansion to the death and be enemies of the Soul Clan, but they really can't do it if they are made to be enemies of the Holy Church. In the shadow of the Holy Church, they have become accustomed to the comfort and stability, and are used to living in peace and quiet.
The resources and protection obtained from the temple.
For a time, only a few thousand people were left in Zhenmo Mansion who were willing to follow Long Yingtian. These people were basically the elite of Fu Zun Mansion, and their eyes were shining with unyielding light, as if they were fighting against fate.
.
But even so, their power seems so weak, and it is nothing compared to the huge power of the Holy Church.
In the eyes of most people, the Holy Cathedral is still the orthodox palace that stands in the heart of Baize Continent, shining brightly and beyond doubt.
Its majestic halls, magnificent domes, and deep and mysterious internal structures all demonstrate its supreme status and power.
Fighting against the Holy Church is like challenging the rules and order of the entire continent. It is a road full of thorns and unknown dangers, and almost no one can walk safely.
Besides, in this vast white continent, many people are actually the lucky ones who enjoy vested interests under the rule of the Holy Church.
Although the Holy Church collects countless rare resources from all directions, it redistributes these resources to those selected by it in a seemingly fair but actually clever way.
These lucky ones who were chosen, with the generous gifts from the church, gradually became more powerful and their status became increasingly prominent.
They enjoy all the benefits brought by the Holy Temple, whether it is cultivation resources, secret techniques, or powerful status, which allows them to be at ease in this continent.
They will not easily fight against the behemoth of the Holy Church for the sake of those cultivators who live at the bottom and are struggling to survive.
In their arrogant eyes, those cultivators at the bottom are just a group of humble and insignificant existences, like ants, lingering at the foot of the temple. Their life and death are not related to the nobles who are above them and enjoy the protection of the temple.
What is their relationship?
They only care about their own interests and status, and are only willing to enjoy a comfortable and stable life under the strong wings of the church.
They are intoxicated with the power and glory brought by the church, and are unwilling to touch the dangers and challenges that may threaten their current lives. They are like flowers in a greenhouse, although they are beautiful, they are fragile.
, once it leaves the shelter of the temple, it may immediately wither.
This scene made Long Yingtian and Hun Huan look extremely ugly, as if dark clouds were pressing down on them, and even the surrounding air had solidified.
Long Yingtian's brows were furrowed, his eyes flashed with anger and unwillingness, and his fists were clenched, as if he was ready to burst out with an amazing force at any time. Hun Huan's face was as pale as paper, the corners of his mouth were trembling slightly, and his eyes were filled with tears.
It's despair and regret.
They originally thought that with their prestige and strength, they could easily summon a large team to jointly fight the coming crisis.
However, reality dealt them a heavy blow. Only less than one-tenth of the number of people willing to follow them remained. Those subordinates and allies who once swore to follow them to the death are now like fleeing sheep.
Scattered away.
"Hunhuan, why don't you let me out yet? What are you doing standing still?" Long Yingtian's voice echoed in the empty hall, carrying an unquestionable majesty and urgency. His voice seemed a little hoarse because of anger, but
The power within it cannot be ignored.
Hearing this, Hun Huan's body trembled slightly. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes moving back and forth between Long Yingtian and the third officiant.
Finally, he took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to look at the third officiant, with a hint of trembling and determination in his voice:
"Third Priest, everything is my fault. The soul clan has no idea of betraying the church. It's just me who is obsessed with power and desire. It doesn't matter how you punish me. I can die, but please
Can you let the others go? They were all deceived by me and are innocent."