"Divine Chosen can be granted?"
Phield pondered for a moment before immediately rejecting the idea.
"If Baron Busby truly possessed the ability to grant Divine Chosen powers, he wouldn't have died like a stray dog after being instantly crushed."
After finishing her explanation, the woman arrogantly tore open her own clothes, shouting as if completely fearless of death,
"I shall be reborn through blood. To us, death is merely the moment we truly embrace the gods."
The captured townsfolk around her all revealed the expressions of fanatics. One after another, they tore open their clothes as well, kneeling on the ground while muttering strange prayers under their breath.
Phield remained entirely unmoved by their frenzy.
No matter how fanatical they were, could they possibly compare to corrupted corpses?
"Still, the influence of the Shadow World Sect has already seeped into every corner of the Empire."
Rubbing his chin, Phield silently raised his guard.
