Many in the theological community still haven’t reacted.

When the golden dome of the church in Holy Seat City collapsed with a roar, the so-called "heresy remarks" they made no longer had demon hunters from the Inquisition coming to knock on their doors.

A massive vacuum appeared above the theological community of the empire.

If the Church is correct, why would the Pope be driven to despair and commit suicide? Why would Holy Seat City fall while the Saint Master remained indifferent?

The monks continued to live and think as they always had, bowing their heads, refusing to gaze at the vacuum.

However, there were still brave souls, like Livingston and Swenson, who dared to lift their heads, ready to reform the original Church.

It is called reform, yet it is also a rebound after the Church suppressed thought for three hundred years.

On the Holy Tree in Eden, the forbidden fruit once banned by the Church hung bright before the priests, ready for the picking.

Whoever can fill this massive vacuum now will become the theological mainstream for the next centuries.

Everyone could see, starting from the first Battle of Windmill Field thirty or forty years ago, to the second Thousand River Valley War, and now to the second Battle of Windmill Field.

Following this, the original balance of imperial power structure has completely broken down, along with the religious sector.

Whoever can seize the opportunity will be the next living saint.

Explaining up to this point, Jill began to faintly understand: "So Livingston Priest and the others..."

"Don’t assume those who agree with His Majesty’s actions are close to the Holy Alliance, nor assume those who oppose the Sixth Great Duke Council are distant from the Holy Alliance." Armand said with a faint smile, closing the door and shutting out the noise.

"Won’t this cause a split in the Holy Sect?"

"Split is the fate of denominations; do not assume the successful experience of the Holy Alliance can be applied everywhere." Armand replied casually, sipping his coffee, "Revolution cannot follow formulas; they must summarize their own." 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Our immediate task is to first complete the rebuttal against the Divine Essence Sect."

Putting down the teacup, noting Jill frequently glancing outside the door, seemingly not absorbing his words, Armand smiled indifferently.

"Are you very concerned about them?"

"Ah?" Jill finally reacted, "These Holy Sect monks, they are indeed the leaders of the monks, certainly very important."

"You know, every year I provide His Majesty Horn with three lists." Armand pointed to several people outside the door, "Some of them are on the second list, some on the third.

And you, my friend, you are on the first list."

"Me?"

"Mm-hmm." Armand wasn’t stringing Jill along, but rather stating a fact.

Coincidentally, among the three critical training lists, the three brothers of the Orange family are ranked on the first, second, and third lists.

"Why? I haven’t made greater contributions than they have."

Armand didn’t answer, just smiled mysteriously: "Starting tomorrow, you will resign from all positions with the Saint Father’s Association and join Todd, a fellow from the Holy Alliance, for military training..."

"Ah?"

"Duh duh duh, I’m not finished yet. Following that, you will receive a batch of Holy Favor Seeds and clockwork guns; you are to form a squad to specifically target and combat malicious estate holders and stewards..."

"Me?"

"In early September, I will take you, along with Chief Justice Quivarin, Chief Justice Hardius, and others, to Red Leaf Hill for the Great Duke Council, where you will meet His Majesty Horn..."

"Early September?" Jill repeated.

"Yes, early September," Armand calmly responded, "you will meet His Majesty Horn there."