The fanaticism in the square was still boiling. Starving commoners clutched the golden wheat grains mixed with white flour tightly to their chests, as if holding the most precious treasures in the world.
Suspended in mid-air in the form of Gabriel, Allen looked down upon this absurd yet very real tableau. He didn't give these people, who had just tasted sweetness, much time to catch their breath. He knew perfectly well that if fanaticism wasn't constantly stoked by continuous stimulation, it would soon ebb away in the trivialities of reality.
Gabriel's voice once again overpowered the clamor of a hundred thousand people. The square instantly transitioned from a boiling uproar to a dead silence.
"The old filth has been swept away. A new holy land shall rise from the ground right here."
Allen raised the white Golem's arm, pointing toward the distant Holy Mountain, which had already collapsed into ruins under the orbital cannon's bombardment.
[Fortress Workshop: Full Deployment]
