On the Vengeful Spirit, Abaddon stared intensely at Cadia on the distant star map, silent.

The cries and screams of Ercansus in his final moments still echoed in his ears, but the Subspace did not relent. He could feel the fury and screams of the Chaos Gods. They had been mocked, ridiculed, yet were powerless. Because that despicable, cursed being resided in the Material Universe where the Subspace could not interfere!

Why was it there!

How could it be there!

More importantly, it was blocking their path!

That thief!

The enraged roar of spiritual energy reverberated in the Subspace. Abaddon did not know why they were so furious. But the fact was, any tribunal believer, after death, their soul went to the Tribunal. Not only that, but the souls of those they killed were also forcibly drawn into the Tribunal's forge!

But...that was originally theirs!!

Their followers! Their subordinates! Souls that belonged to them!

The Tribunal had no right to take all of this away!

What angered them even more was that the Tribunal was located in a remote corner of the Subspace, beyond the reach of their power. So they were helpless; the veil of time cleverly and gently separated their gazes and arms from probing. The disaster vortex that once destroyed the entire Milky Way still stood before them, the barrier of the Great Rift had not dissipated. Even with the power of the Chaos Evil Gods, they could not reach their claws into the domain of the Tribunal standing on the other side of the temporal fissure.

They could only helplessly watch as their souls were taken, burned, and then perished.

This bastard didn't even leave them a single scrap!!

And his authority, too, was despised by the gods.

The Brutal God craved blood, desired battle, not silent annihilation. There was no conquest, no slaughter, only complete extinction. Battle was not the goal, war was only a means, only destruction was its aim!

The Treacherous God sought schemes, the exploration of wisdom, not the brute rage of a wild boar. There were no plots, no wisdom, the beast-like behavior was so ugly, it won't even bother to use its brain! That damn big Oga!

Obsessive Sin indulged in pleasure, drowned in desire, not the void of nothingness. There was no sadness, no joy, no pain, no pleasure. Everything was twisted into an unspeakable, incomprehensible, and unfeelable chaos.

Corrupted Foil loved life deeply, craved rebirth, not the frenzied seething extinction. There was no life, no soul, everything would die. The source of ever-recycling life was cut off, guiding everything to its destined end.

God of Destruction, the Ancient Dominator from the far edge of the universe.

And now, it dared to mock them!

Abaddon did not know the thoughts of the Chaos Gods, he only knew the roars of the Subspace accompanied by power surging into his body. The gods gave him only one task, and that was to completely kill the monster blocking their path! Tear him into pieces!

"Very well."

Finally, he spoke.

"Then, let there be war."

With Abaddon's words, the battle around Cadia resumed.

Countless cultists and the Chaos demon hounds descended from the sky again, launching attacks on Kraft Polygon Fort. And facing their assault, Cadia's soldiers were once again ready, and soon, both sides clashed again.

Then they paused in unison.

What's wrong with these demons?

Castor squeezed the trigger, pouring out the ammunition in his hand against the enemy in front of him, frowning slightly. As a veteran who had survived since the start of the Cadia war, Castor was, of course, well aware of these terrifying demons' strength. They possessed unimaginable speed, bodies difficult even for bullets to penetrate, not to mention those half-mechanical, half-organic daemon engines. More than once, Castor had despairingly watched them break through the Cadia Legion's defenses, utterly destroying any enemy daring to stand before them.

However now... whether an illusion or not, Castor always felt... these demons seemed to have weakened?

Their numbers were still endless, but their strength seemed not as robust as before, Castor could be sure of that. Those terrifying monsters, against whom he had exhausted all efforts to leave even a scratch, were now gradually becoming frail. Their speed had slowed down, and even those daemon engines began faltering, as if some malfunction had occurred.

What was going on?

Not only the Cadia soldiers felt this way, even the Black Legion's Chaos servants were equally puzzled. The spiritual energy of the Subspace was still abundant, yet they felt their strength slipping away uncontrollably. Like a balloon pierced by a needle, their strength was inexorably weakening, yet they didn't know what to do!

The demons' first response was that their progress displeased the gods, so they rallied again, performing blasphemous rituals over and over to weaken Cadia's physical barriers and allow Subspace's power to once more contaminate this planet. They had always done so; whenever they did, the power of the Subspace would make them stronger.

Yet... soon the demons were horrified to discover that although the ritual took effect and the barrier between Subspace and the physical universe did weaken, their power still waned! Moreover, the closer to the front lines, the more it dissipated!

Where the hell did their power go?

At the same time, in the Bastion command room, Duanmu Huai's smile was so wide it almost cramped his face.

Where did those demons' power go?

Of course, it went to him!

And there was only one reason for this outcome, which was the divine position Duanmu Huai possessed—[The Sixth Great Demon King]!

He resided in Hua-Zizaitian!

In the Buddhist Desire Realm, Hua-Zizaitian and Zizaitian differ. As the highest layer of the Six Heavens of the Desire Realm, residing within this heaven requires no self-created musical enjoyment; they use transformations from the lower heavens, using others' pleasures as their amusement, thus referred to as Hua-Zizaitian.

In simpler terms, Hua-Zizaitian is like someone seeking merriment; it doesn't need to find its own pleasure, merely watching others enjoy will cause its own source of lasting joy to emerge.

And on the level of deities, what does this represent?

It represents that as long as you perform a sacrifice, I, your elder, can freeload your Power of Faith!!

For example, the believer of Brutal Wrath, wholeheartedly offering a hearty battle to the Blood God. The Blood God, pleased by the actions of his followers, granted them even greater power of faith.

This is a normal cycle.

But when Hua-Zizaitian was added into the mix, the process turned into — Hey, that power of faith looks nice, mind sharing a bit?

Hua-Zizaitian, Hua-Zizai, in simpler terms, it means watching others for entertainment. And these believers, no matter which Evil God they worship, are sure to offer entertainment to please their deities!

But there is no power that comes out of thin air, the power of faith is no exception. Hua-Zizaitian transforms others' treasures into his own games, watching others for entertainment to increase his own power, how could there be such a good deal? Is this power coming out of nowhere?

Of course not! This is freeloading the power of faith offered to the deities!

Moreover, it's a two-way street, not only the power of faith offered by the believers to the deities but even the divine power given back by the deities can also be freeloaded by Hua-Zizaitian!

You all create entertainment, and I watch from the side. This power has to include my share!

It's as if the power of faith offered to the deities was 2, and the divine power returned to the believers was 2, totaling 4. But with just a glance from Duanmu Huai, it gets halved from 4 to 2, so where does the remaining 2 go?

That belongs to Duanmu Huai!

This money feels like it was blown in by a great wind, Duanmu Huai's face is practically cramped from smiling!

At this moment in the command room, Duanmu Huai remained expressionless on the surface, but seeing the experience bar of [The Sixth Great Demon King] rapidly skyrocketing on the system interface, his heart was on the brink of overflowing with joy.

Why?

The reason is simple.

Because in the Subspace, aside from the beings that originally reside there, everything else is connected through emotions and faith!

The Four Chaos Gods are no exception! And clearly, their armies depend on the faith of the four gods to sustain them as well!

It's just that now, Duanmu Huai's divine position of [The Sixth Great Demon King] is still too weak, thus it can only influence the Demon Army near the front line.

Hmm? You ask why the front line?

The reason is simple, because strictly speaking, all the Imperial soldiers at the front line are Duanmu Huai's believers.

It's not the Tribunal's problem, it's Duanmu Huai's — back then, shamelessly using skulls and war hammers as his Sacred Badge, and coincidentally, skulls are a symbol of the Imperial. Adding in Duanmu Huai's lack of special requirements for followers, strictly speaking, basically all Imperial citizens count as his believers.

Of course — this is passive, if they call upon The Emperor's blessing, they are automatically kicked out of Duanmu Huai's belief system.

As mentioned before, because the actual effect of eliminating demons exists, most of the frontline soldiers and troops believe in the Tribunal, as killing demons in the name of the Tribunal can actually kill demons.

To reiterate, this means they are followers of Duanmu Huai, not just believers of the Tribunal.

This also means they are not only believers of the God of Destruction, but also of The Ancient Dominator, Pleasure God, and The Sixth Great Demon King.

It's just that Duanmu Huai has always been careful in controlling these divine positions, like a water tap.

The tap for [God of Destruction] is always open and never closed, anyone believing in the Tribunal can use it, Duanmu Huai doesn't care.

The divine position of [The Ancient Dominator] Duanmu Huai only opens when he uses it himself (besides, The Ancient Dominator doesn't need the power of faith).

[Pleasure God] was always kept closed by Duanmu Huai due to never finding suitable conditions.

And now, he has opened the tap for [The Sixth Great Demon King].

At this moment, Duanmu Huai is smiling like he's won the lottery.

You see, what does it mean to enjoy entertainment?

Can your Obsessive Sin do this?

I just watch entertainment to level up, can you do that?

Hahaha!!

By the way, at this moment, the Living Saint Celestine also fell into misfortune, but Duanmu Huai couldn't care less... touching the faith of The Emperor, so what?

So now, on the battlefield, the situation turns out like this.

The soldiers fight as dual believers of the Tribunal and The Sixth Great Demon King, and the demons near them are first freeloaded by The Sixth Great Demon King for faith, then weakened. Then they are shot dead by the soldiers, and their souls don't return to The Supreme Heavens but are instead forcibly shoved into the Tribunal's furnace...

This scene nearly made the Chaos Gods explode (if they had lungs).

You actually get to have it both ways?!

Freeloading our believer's souls is one thing, but you even freeload their faith and my divine power too?!

How can I endure this flipping hell?!

The screams of Subspace reached their peak at this moment, they urged, they roared, they screamed, they shouted...

"...... I understand."

Abaddon silently tightened the sharp blade in his hand.

"I will go myself."

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