The Lomuia Grand Cathedral had descended upon the Outlands with 30 thousand Vindicators. The scale was overwhelming, signaling the launch of an unprecedented war.

At this moment, inside the Church army encampment, reports flowed in nonstop, all of them battlefield updates.

"My lord, Warwick City has been taken by our forces."

"Your Grace, our troops have secured the three major coastal strongholds."

"Your Eminence Mephiston, at Storm City, our troops are already at the gates. Now we only await your command to spread our Lord's majesty!"

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God's Left Hand, Mephiston, whose rank in the Lomuia Grand Cathedral was second only to the Pope, was tall but not imposing. Instead, he appeared somewhat frail, and his entire being seemed aged and weary.

His ears were filled with battle reports, but Mephiston did not even lift his eyes, keeping them closed as he rested in his chair.

Nearby were the busy legion commanders and Kass in his red robes.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Kass sa