Over the next few days, more and more flyers appeared in Krig City.

The content of these flyers was extremely rich, even touching on some pretty fundamental issues.

For example, how certain parts of the church operated, how high-ranking clerics and bishops monopolized church benefits, how some clerics interpreted and twisted church classics, church corruption issues, and so on.

Every flyer touched on core issues—all information that major churches considered forbidden. But they were all written from a third-party objective angle and didn't even mention the Church of the God of War or the God of War.

Even believers who still firmly believed in the God of War wouldn't feel resistance when they first saw these flyers. As they continued reading, gradually, they'd start seeing themselves in it and develop some rather 'rebellious' thoughts!

As for those lower-level clergy, they knew a bit more information. Due to long-term blockade and unfair resource distribution, they already had some grievances. When they looked at these flyers, their mental state changed in predictable ways.

"Is this really necessary?" In Lava General's command tent, a deputy couldn't help asking: "We're clergy of the Church of Technology..."

"Precisely because we're clergy of the Church, we have even more obligation to make this information public. Even if it's not for this war, not for completely transforming and eliminating the last believers of the God of War, we should still make all this public."

Lava General's expression was serious. "Don't you think that revealing all those schemes and tricks makes it easier for believers to supervise and makes everyone's faith in the gods more pure?"

Churches did need money to operate, but they couldn't endlessly exploit believers for money. This was Lava General's most steadfast belief.

Making all this dirty business public would naturally lead those at the bottom who hadn't benefited and the believers to monitor everything.

Seeing the deputy's puzzled expression, Lava General smiled and said, "Just wait. When you see Krig City's next changes, you'll understand."

What he needed to do now was stir up 'anger.' Through various means, he'd make low-ranking clerics and civilians angry, make mid-level clerics' families angry. When most people in this city got angry, that would be when humanity's faith in the God of War, when humanity's Church of the God of War, would be completely destroyed!

Krig City.

In the cathedral.

Clec the Mad Lion looked at the cheap paper filled with forbidden knowledge before him, his face full of unease and anger. "Damn it! Where did all this stuff come from? How did it get in?! How many people in the city have seen it?"

If everyone in Krig City were fanatics and believers, then the spread of these flyers wouldn't cause much impact. Everyone would be beneficiaries. But the problem was, this city had tons of casual believers and tons of discriminated-against low-ranking clerics.

When they discovered they'd been exploited all along, that many classics they treasured had been twisted by these high-ranking clerics, whatever reaction they had wouldn't be strange... The current Church of the God of War absolutely couldn't have internal chaos!

Especially with people already on edge lately. If they got this stimulus again...

Clec didn't even dare think about what would happen if this continued. Maybe they wouldn't even need Lava General to attack—they'd just... fall apart!

"Recently, every night, these flyers get thrown into some ordinary residents' homes. At first, when people saw them, they'd tell our clerics or directly destroy them. But as more and more of these flyers appeared, everyone started discussing and passing them around..."

Clec's expression grew more serious. It seemed way more complicated than he'd imagined. These theories—so simple they were blunt, frightening—how many people had seen them?!

"Why wasn't this reported immediately? It's been several days already!" Clec suppressed the anger in his heart and asked a crucial question.

"Because..."

After a long silence, this cleric gritted his teeth and spoke: "Ever since we started controlling food, the first people to see this information were low-ranking clerics. They didn't even have the authority to report it... And those clerics managing churches in poor areas, even if you gave them the right to report it, they probably still wouldn't."

Krig City really was their Church of the God of War's last holy land, the biggest base among these small nations. A single city had hundreds of churches, and almost everyone was their personnel... but a city was still a city!

The benefits each church could bring, the money that could be distributed—all different.

When these flyers told those bottom-level clerics that they were actually being suppressed and abandoned, that all the benefits would be divided up by those at the top while they could only starve, even if they were believers, their mentality would change.

Especially when they remembered being pushed to the margins, or their positions being taken by second-generation heirs...

"They've already wavered." Clec took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

"With so many people, we can't possibly, and we can't..."

"I'm not an idiot." Clec glared at him. "Have the last Templars confiscate and burn all these flyers, and arrest a few people to make an example... As for those clerics who have flyers in hand, they're heroes of the Church, trying hard to solve the crisis. Give them a 30% increase in food rations."

"Yes!"

"Also, same for ordinary civilians. As long as they actively turn in flyers or report people spreading them, they can also be rewarded with some food."

Clec felt an unprecedented crisis. He hadn't expected that the legendarily brave Lava General would be so terrifying at this kind of underhanded stuff too.

Just using some flyers, he'd made the last faith of the God of War—which had survived wars and fled together—nearly turn on itself, held together by fear rather than faith!

They'd experienced war together, escaped together, been besieged together as comrades!

They could look past life and death, but now because of interests...

Clec's expression was ugly, but the Templars moved quickly and quite smoothly.

Just by showing up, without needing to say much, civilians would continuously hand over those flyers...

But even so, there were still some Templars who skillfully broke into some families, seized some 'evidence,' and conducted some violent education, just like they'd done in the past.

Small-scale chaos spread through Krig City.

In just half a day, several times more flyers than Lava General's forces had printed were piled together. At a glance, they were beautifully printed, with clear text and neat layouts—even comparable to some church promotional materials. They were piled like a mountain.

"This stuff must be destroyed immediately!"

Clec looked at this scene with an extremely ugly expression.

Even as he gave the order, he didn't look at the mountain of flyers, which hid a large number of books that weren't actually flyers.

Flames roared in the square. Several civilians were tied to crosses. High-ranking clerics spoke sanctimonious words. All the onlooking crowd were defined by them as people bewitched by demons...

But suddenly, some jarring voices rang out from the crowd: "Isn't that Old John who runs the soup shop? He can't even read!"

"That one over there is the beggar who always comes to my door! He's completely blind!"

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