When the chief of the Zebra Tribe heard this, his expression changed imdiately.
He understood the significance of being in the top position.
If he could truly achieve sothing substantial, it might an that he could overpower everyone, forcing them to submit to his will.
In this place, they had always followed the High Priest's orders, for the High Priest's word was equivalent to the highest authority.
Although they possessed other forms of power, all of it depended on the High Priest's blessings.
Without those blessings, these inscriptions were nothing more than aningless patterns devoid of any power.
But once the High Priest granted his blessing, it ant they wielded what was considered divine power, and with it ca greater privileges.
Although they had always maintained harmony, who knew what the future held?
What if they started to despise one another?
What would they do then?
Or what if soone began to speak ill of them?
Therefore, it was imperative for them to grasp their own power; that was the most important thing.
John noticed the change in the Zebra Tribe chief's expression and imdiately knew what was on his mind.
A faint smile curled at the corners of John's mouth.
"I know what you're thinking. But right now, we're only contemplating these possibilities. If we can truly achieve sothing, then, of course, we should give it a try. But these matters are still sowhat of a blank slate for us, so regardless of what happens, we must be well-prepared. You must understand this."
The Zebra Tribe chief nodded vigorously.
If he could gain a deeper understanding, then it wouldn't matter if he had to sacrifice a few things.
"If possible, I certainly want to explore what this is all about. Does Lord Divine Envoy have any other thoughts? Or is there anything you need to do?"
When the Zebra Tribe chief heard this, he already had a different idea forming in his mind.
He knew that since John didn't say this in front of the High Priest, it ant that he could gain sothing from John.
As to what exactly that would be, it didn't matter; what mattered was that it would be his own power, independent of the High Priest's divine blessings.
This ant that they could wield their power without feeling controlled.
Most importantly, if the High Priest ever had any other problems, it ant they wouldn't have to rely so much on him.
No one likes their power being in soone else's hands.
It's the most painful feeling for them.
When they truly stop caring about everything, it all becos aningless.
John's expression changed slightly, and he smiled.
"Of course. Since we are all children of God, it ans we can accomplish many things, as long as you are willing. However, these matters may conflict with your previous understanding."
As John said this, a bright smile spread across his face, making him look like a perfect charlatan.
"Since it's God's power, it ans God is omnipotent. As long as you always believe in God and offer your most loyal faith, then you are God's most cherished children, and you too can receive God's power!"
Vincent and the others, who were listening, couldn't help but find John's words strange.
They knew John was persuasive, but they had never liked how he could speak with such confidence.
The way he could spout this nonsense with a straight face was remarkable—it was the kind of talk one would expect from a con artist, yet he was saying it so convincingly.
The most surprising thing was that the Zebra Tribe chief's expression remained unchanged, even looking sowhat convinced.
The group exchanged glances, trying hard not to laugh.
They knew they were at a critical mont in the act; if they let their composure slip now, it would be disastrous.
"Of course, we have always believed in God. Our entire tribe is God's most loyal followers. As long as God does not abandon us, we will worship God forever, offering everything we have."
The Zebra Tribe chief spoke with a serious tone, already deep in thought about sothing else.
"Just tell the source of the High Priest's power. It should be sothing you're quite familiar with."
The Zebra Tribe chief was montarily taken aback, hesitating as he wasn't sure if he should reveal this.
But when he saw John's increasingly bright smile, he quickly relented.
"Since you've decided to integrate this power into your own, it ans you have more to do. If you don't fully understand the source of this power, it will be useless to you. I'm not helping myself; I'm helping you. You should understand that."
Silver Tear, who had been silent, felt a mixture of surprise and frustration.
She had seen shalessness before, but never like this.
Yet, sohow, John's words had convinced the chief!
"Of course, it's because of the staff in the High Priest's hands. Only with that staff does the High Priest beco the most powerful figure in the world, one who can communicate with God."
Although they didn't speak, the expressions of those listening began to change as they realized what this ant.
Indeed, they had noticed that whenever the High Priest wielded his powers, he never let go of that staff, which resembled a vine.
They had assud it was rely a symbol of his office, but now they understood it was the source of his power.
"Our power cos from the sun. The High Priest told us we are children of the sun and, therefore, children of God. As long as the sun exists, our power will never fade."
The Zebra Tribe chief spoke proudly, but Silver Tear and the others lowered their heads, stifling their laughter.
"But you're still the weakest of the three tribes. Even with the power of the sun, we with the power of the forest are far stronger, not to ntion the Panther Tribe, who can control beasts."
Dark Fox, who was also present, sneered as he spoke, his lips curling into a mocking smile.
These words might have been inappropriate if spoken by soone else, but coming from Dark Fox, they carried a certain weight, given his status in another tribe.
His taunt added an extra layer of derision to the situation.
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