"Yes, we understand, Lord Xia Wei. We haven't stopped for a moment." Shinobu Kocho's resolute eyes held a hint of adoration as she boldly raised her hand, gently pressing it against the hand caressing her face.
"Hmm, of course. But don't work too hard. It's only natural to throw a small tantrum occasionally," Xia Wei said with a smile, nodding.
The Gods are truly thriving, gradually forming a genuinely small system.
He scrolled through the personal information of all his dependents in his mind. Except for Tendo Kisara, almost everyone had already acquired Divinity.
They could now be called 'Demigods,' capable of becoming local deities even in slightly stronger worlds.
For instance, they could be like the Gods in some yokai-themed anime, and legitimate Gods recognized by the world at that.
After all, Divinity is genuinely rare in worlds below the Third Energy Level, so rare that the world itself treasures it immensely.
It's not something that can be born simply from human faith; otherwise, celebrities and singers in everyday worlds would have long since become Gods.
It can only be born when the energy level is high, the degree of mystery is also high, and under the dual conditions of human faith and world recognition.
Why the world? Because without a Godhead, even with faith, it cannot be gathered to cause a qualitative change through quantitative accumulation. So, the world plays this role.
A Godhead simulates the structure of a world. In worlds with Japanese yokai, the world itself is a Super Godhead for them. However, this Super Godhead doesn't belong to anyone; instead, whether one can become a God depends on the Super Godhead's say-so.
A Godhead must reach Iv.3 or higher to be equivalent in standing to a First Energy Level world, and a world must be at the Third Energy Level to truly give birth to a True God.
However, in some worlds, Divinity is quite common. As long as there is human faith, Divinity will be born, leading to so-called 'Nora Gods,' like the eight million Gods in Japanese mythology.
However, most of these eight million Gods are demons, ghosts, and monsters. The proportion of those with true Divinity is probably less than one-tenth.
The mythical battle in the Imperial Capital was already yesterday's news.
At this moment, the 'God's Grace' priests and nuns of the Religious State entered the Imperial Capital through its main gate, amidst the cheers of the Imperial Capital's citizens.
"They're finally here! The Religious State is finally here!"
"This is great! With the Religious State here, there will be justice!"
"With the Religious State here, there will be fairness!"
"With the Religious State here, there will be happiness!"
The Religious State's procession marched proudly down the center of the Imperial Capital's main avenue, their faces filled with righteousness. The cheers of the citizens on both sides were their glory.
"I've never seen the Imperial Capital's citizens this happy in the Imperial Capital before," a blonde girl wearing a priest's hat but a thick shawl, as if from a snowy country, said emotionally to the kind old man in front of her. "Don't you agree, Father?"
"Indeed, Spia, fate truly plays tricks on us," the old man, wearing a priest's robe, said with a slightly hunched back,
filled with emotion.
"Originally, as a former minister of the Empire, I was prepared to risk my life to return to the Imperial Capital and fight Honest."
"Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, the Empire collapsed instantly like a crumbling snow mountain."
The old man looked towards the end of the avenue, the very center of the Imperial Capital, where the former Millennium Palace had been replaced by an ice mountain.
"Isn't this good, Father? Such a decadent Empire should have disappeared long ago. How wonderful it is now to have the Religious State of God," Spia said, hands on her hips.
A gaze swept over the Imperial Capital before retracting.
Spia was the unfortunate soul who was skinned by Nyau of the Three Beasts.
She and her father had received a Divine Blessing from the start. Initially, they were quite resistant to the Religious State, but after personally visiting the Religious State, their attitudes did a 360-degree turn, becoming even more fanatical than other God's Grace individuals.
"Yes, because I was a minister of the former Empire, the Holy Maiden sent me to the Imperial Capital to handle all affairs," Spia's old father said with a bitter smile, rubbing his hunched back.
"Ah, these old bones of mine, if it weren't for God's Divine Blessing, I would have fallen apart on the way."
A blonde young man with the demeanor of a teacher approached, holding a thick book in his hands. He spoke gently, "Old sir, I happen to have a friend who gave me a healing potion. It can help with physical issues."
"Oh, no, no need. I have some on me, old man," Spia's old father waved his hand. "The Church was also worried I wouldn't last many days before meeting God, so they specifically gave me quite a bit."
"I think they're just worrying for nothing. It's no problem for me, an old man, to continue working for the Religious State for another 20 years."
"Oh, by the way, who are you?"
The blonde young man bowed slightly: "My name is Ran. I was originally a scribe in the Imperial Capital. One day ago, I was granted a Divine Blessing by God."
"Now, I am in charge of appeasing the citizens of the Imperial Capital. I received notification this morning, and from now on, I will fully follow your arrangements."
He was originally a teacher in a remote mountain village, but one day, while he was away, his students were killed by people.
To track down the true culprit, he joined the Imperial Capital. He had already found out who the murderer was, but the other party had immense power and connections, making it impossible for him to act.
He also understood the extent to which the Imperial Capital had fallen.
He planned to continuously rise to the high ranks of the Empire and then gradually change the Empire's corrupt situation.
But he had only just become a scribe when the Empire disappeared in a short time, which initially bewildered him.
As a scribe who quickly learned all sorts of news, he was already aware of the situation of various factions.
The Religious State appeared powerfully, spreading throughout the entire Empire with overwhelming force.
Even the Revolutionary Army instantly collapsed.
Originally, he could not approve of violently overthrowing the Empire because it would affect countless people.
But in the mythical battle a day ago, a large portion of the Imperial Capital's citizens were protected, and only the wicked died.
He had already prepared to sacrifice himself to save the citizens.
At this moment, a battle was raging outside the Imperial Capital.
Three God's Grace individuals were besieging Kurome.
One God's Grace individual's expression was grave: "This Teigu User is so strong! She can summon several corpse puppets!"
Another female God's Grace individual said in disbelief: "Are you kidding? Although our three Divine Blessings aren't the strongest, they're not the weakest either! We can only keep her tied up!"
The masked God's Grace individual whispered: "This girl must be one of the Teigu Users."
"She has so many sins on her; she must be one of the executioners of those Imperial ministers. We absolutely cannot let her escape."
Kurome gasped for breath, her empty eyes like those of a dead person: "Tell me, is my sister Akame one of you?"
"Your sister? What a joke. With sins so visible on you, how could you have a God's Grace sister?"
"Stop talking nonsense with her, attack!"
Kurome gritted her teeth and shouted: "Then don't get in my way! March of the Dead: Yatsufusa!"
"Come out! Super Danger Class! Destaghoul!"
Black lightning permeated the ground, accompanied by a dull rumbling as the ground extensively rose. A bone claw, dozens of meters long, stretched out from the earth, followed by a giant bone dragon, sixty meters tall, roaring as it emerged.
"Roar—!" A powerful oppressive sensation instantly descended.
"What?! The rumored Super Danger Class?!"
A blue energy beam, twenty meters in diameter, shot into the sky. The ground trembled with a rumble, and the earth within an eight-hundred-meter radius was completely destroyed, large chunks of soil and rocks violently flung into the air.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The deafening explosion could even be faintly heard in the Imperial Capital.
Night Raid, who was returning to the Imperial Capital to prepare to clean out the Imperial Capital's executioners, stopped when they saw this scene.
"Is that? A God's Grace individual is fighting a Teigu User!"
"This level of destructive power, that Teigu User is an incredible individual!"
"Hmm, let's go and assist." Akame's face was expressionless. She instantly drew Murasame and rushed towards the direction of the battle.