Until the chanical dog bit into his garnt, desperately dragging him out of the wreckage of the floating vehicle.
In the next mont, the Chief Prosecutor realized why they survived the air crash—a youth bathed entirely in golden flas was gazing down at him in the vehicle wreckage. The explosion and fiery waves hadn't left a scratch on him, and it was that dazzling yet warm golden fla that protected them.
The Chief Prosecutor was overwheld with tears.
Not from pain and fear, but through the golden flas, it was as though he saw that supre presence.
It turns out, the Holy Master has always been with them!
At this mont, the most devout believer faced their Lord.
"Stop!"
Ethan called out to the Chief Prosecutor, he had to step forward and hold onto the other's shoulders, because a mont later, this devout believer would have kneeled before him.
Here in the First Special District, closest to the city of the Lord of the Holy City.
If the believers mistakenly identify the object of their faith under His witness, that would be too awkward.
Ethan also didn't want this Chief Prosecutor, who had worked diligently for the Ministry of Justice most of his life, to be labeled a heretic late in his career because of this.
Unfortunately, Ethan only had two arms, so he couldn't prevent the arriving arbitration team mbers.
They too saw Ethan bathed in golden flas and acted just the sa as the Chief Prosecutor.
"Lord of the Holy City!"
They knelt on the ground, their voices jubilant to the extre.
For them, Ethan's identity, and his relationship with the First Seat Lady, found the best explanation at this mont.
He was the incarnation of the Lord of the Holy City, who foresaw the calamity's arrival, thus accompanied the First Seat Lady to this city.
The miraculous survival of the Chief Prosecutor from the air crash was the best evidence of the miracle.
The rciful Lord of the Holy City would be with every devout citizen!
"Firstly, I am not a god, nor am I your Holy Master."
Ethan's eyelids twitched several tis, "You know, I worked in the kitchen for a while, more heat-resistant than the average person."
His attempt to argue that he was not a divine spirit failed once again.
The Chief Prosecutor trembled, getting up from the ground, he changed his plan, pulled out the shotgun he carried, and shouted, "Begin the assault! The Lord of the Holy City is with us!"
With this shout, the arbitration team mbers started a charge towards the High-tier Council Building without hesitation.
Holy City Navy followed closely behind.
Ethan weakly followed at the back of the team, sighed once, these people were thoroughly imrsed in their religious fervor, probably wouldn't recover quickly, and he decided to calm down, carefully pondering the situation now.
Undoubtedly, this was the largest insurgency since the founding of the Holy City. Their opponents were bold enough to use a missile in the First Special District to bring down the Chief Prosecutor's floating vehicle.
Sothing fishy was at play.
He suspected the pirates but quickly ruled out their intelligence causing such a big commotion.
The interior of the High-tier Council Building was a devastating sight, guard bodies were everywhere, blood splattered all around, Ethan wandered the hall, didn't find the trace of any enemies.
aning these highly trained guards were annihilated before forming any effective resistance.
Ethan paused in front of one guard's body, the arm was severed, the bloody cross-section had scorch marks—not dead by magic, but gunfire.
It was close-range gunfire. The guard even maintained a surprised expression, seemingly unaware of the gunfire's arrival.
No ambush awaited them in the hall, electricity in the building was functioning normally, every security system was activated. The intruders hadn't caused chaos through usual power outages.
anwhile, the Chief Prosecutor led his chanical dog and arbitration team into the council chamber.
Upon seeing the chamber's scene, they involuntarily gasped.
The ground was strewn with bodies, mostly disfigured. The bodies wore elegant clothing, faces they recognized. More chilling was, under the chairman's table, they found the Speaker's remains—her chest pierced by bullets, a clear view through to the other side.
Sounding the alarm was the last thing she could do.
And those high-tier council mbers? Didn't realize death's arrival.
After murdering the Speaker and council mbers, the assassins vanished without a trace.
But why?
How did the assassins manage it?
After the religious fervor faded, the Chief Prosecutor faced harsh reality; no invader's corpse along the way, free-route with no hidden assassins attacking them.
Suddenly, an idea crept up that chilled the Chief Prosecutor to the bone.
His hair stood on end as he imdiately confird with the arbitration team captain, "When did those Holy City Navy complete assembly—?"
Before the captain could respond, dense ammunition poured towards them.
While investigating the bodies, the Holy City Navy completed deploynt from advantageous positions, aiming guns at the Chief Prosecutor and arbitration team mbers.
This couldn't be terd a battle, rather a one-sided massacre.
"So that's it."
At the gunshots' mont, Ethan finally realized.
No wonder assassins could smoothly break into the High-tier Council Building; no wonder guards hadn't prepared resistance before being shot.
They couldn't imagine that comrades who joked with them just a mont ago would, in the next second, use high-explosive ammunition from shotguns to shatter their bodies.
The sa went for the high-tier council mbers in the chamber, if the Holy City Navy Marshal entered with soldiers, they wouldn't suspect anything, might even complain about disruptive timing interrupting their eting.
This was an insurgency initiated by the Holy City Navy, and now the sole question was…
"Only you participated in this insurgency?"
Ethan stood firm between the arbitration team and the Holy City Navy, inquired.
His voice was soft yet overshadowed the sound of gunfire, entering the ears of every rebel.
The rebels stopped shooting, most appeared terrified, so even dropped their guns and fled. Ammunition intended to shred the Chief Prosecutor and arbitration team missed entirely; high-explosive ammunition turned to dust upon contact with their bodies, swallowed by golden radiance.
This ti, the golden radiance spread to the Chief Prosecutor and arbitration team mbers.
Bathed in radiance, they were invincible.
The youth standing between them seed the sole existence in this world, his pupils radiating gold, his radiance transford into barriers for citizens, also becoming blades for judgnt on rebel factions.
This exceeded anyone's plans.
Witnessing this scene, most rebels were instantly scared witless. The Marshal never ntioned the Lord of the Holy City descending amid them!
This didn't match the planned agreent!
Their allies, devils from the void, promised them, promised that they'd extinguish the Lord of the Holy City's fla!
Yet the Lord of the Holy City's fla remained bright, dazzling enough to blind them.
At this mont, they recognized the grave mistake they'd made.
—How could fla as radiant as the sun ever be extinguished?
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