After all, what could be better than grasping at a straw after everything you have lost?

Offering help in times of crisis is far better than adding flowers to brocade.

Amidst the tearful gratitude of a group of believers, the power of faith they received was incredibly abundant.

The fighting spirit gained from instigating war far outweighs the power of faith.

Why was the god of victory once so powerful and glorious that he almost ascended to the throne of the gods?

The will to fight is Arthas's main source of power.

The Nordic countries are warlike, and their fighting spirit is incredibly strong throughout the year!

Even Ares, the God of War who was once Arthas's follower and now stole a portion of his authority, could not refine the boundless battle intent of an entire continent; one-thousandth of it was already his limit.

Under some subtle influence, Xiao Feilan's eyes grew even brighter.

A week later, he succeeded to the position of senior priest, participated in important matters of the divine court, and had a certain say.

Furthermore, his marriage to the gentle Christie was blessed by the high-ranking officials of the Divine Court, and the old bishop specially cast a rare divine spell upon him.

...

"That's wonderful! Our bloodline has finally been continued! Sister Christy, thank you for everything." The handsome man held the newborn baby and happily spun around several times.

"Idiot, you still... you still call me 'sister'..."

The frail, beautiful woman glared at him with annoyance.

Then, the man carefully placed the baby on the bed next to Christy.

He looked at the weak Christine, who had just given birth, with tenderness in his eyes.

"What name do you think we should give the child?" Christine smiled, radiating maternal warmth, her eyes gentle as water.

“I’m not good at naming things, so let you do it, sister,” Fei Lan said with a smile, stroking his wife’s arm.

"Uh, Jenny?"

"Isn't that your opponent's name?"

"Oh, sorry, but I've been really impressed by her arrogant attitude lately."

"..."

"Tana? Karas? Belch?"

Curtis named several girls in a row, to which Ferran responded with an awkward yet polite smile that was by no means mocking of his wife.

"Ugh! Why is choosing a name so troublesome? Let's just call her Kana."

Curtis, clutching her sweat-drenched hair, made her decision.

"Okay, let's call her Kana."

Ferran looked at his wife and daughter, and nodded with a smile.

Ferran was overjoyed by the birth of his daughter, Kana, but at the same time, he also realized that he had a greater responsibility on his shoulders.

"Wait, you just called me 'sister,' didn't you?!"

"Huh? ∑(°△°|||)"

"You brat, once I've recovered, I'll definitely teach you a lesson!"

"Where should we discipline him? In bed?"

"Idiot, don't tell jokes in front of your daughter, what if you set a bad example for her!"

The nun serving them looked shocked, her lips twitching slightly as she gazed at the warm and happy family of three.

This couple... are so lively!

An elderly man, seemingly invisible to the side, trembled slightly, tears welling in his eyes.