Countless "War Strongmen"—in any place, any war, they'd unleash unparalleled power. This world never lacked slaves or serfs. Brainwash them through religion, then activate the War God's miracle at the cost of burning through their life force, making them incredibly strong. Sure, most of them would die within three months, many within just one month, but that one month would be the highlight of their entire lives.
They were nothing but the lowest serfs, slaves anyone could trample on. Even the better-off ones were just peasants bullied by knights and nobles. But in this moment, they were strongmen—supernatural-level strongmen who could match knights that talented upper-class people trained three to five years to become, knights that ordinary people might never reach in their entire lives! Warriors!
The Church of War bishop watching from a distance thought exactly this. In his mind, this was a blessing from the Church of War.
