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The abyss, the edge of the corroded plain.

This is the other side of the central battlefield.

It is the territory of the demons.

This area is the main camp of the front-line battlefield, where a large number of demons gather.

The large number of demons gathered here caused chaos, with constant fighting and killing between them.

After all, chaos is an inevitable sight for demons.

The chaos caused the entire camp to be filled with demons, presenting all sorts of scenes. However, in one particular area, the demons kept their distance, as if they were afraid of what might happen if they got too close.

In the center of a massive lava pit churning with foul bubbles and flowing with dark red viscous liquid, several figures exuding terrifying pressure stood on a solidified black rock platform.

The foul sulfurous fumes drifted like a curtain, yet could not get any closer to these beings.

This is a temporary gathering place for several powerful demon leaders.

Demons that are not of the same level will be easily killed if they approach this place rashly, and their own power will be directly drained, leaving no possibility of resurrection.

The so-called powerful among demons are those who possess a portion of the power of the abyss's rules.

The largest of the Abyss Soul Judges, almost occupying half of the platform, was Grazik the Flesh Tearer, furiously pounding the ground with his massive stone fist.

His body was covered with layers of bone armor, as if forged from rough lava, with burning flames flowing through the gaps.

Each hammer blow shook the ground and splattered blood.

Demons are chaotic, which can be judged from their appearance; even demons of the same type can look bizarre.

However, appearance is also a manifestation of whether a demon is powerful or not, so most living beings can judge a demon's strength by whether its appearance is bloody and exaggerated.

If you feel that this demon is not to be trifled with just by its appearance, then this demon is very likely indeed someone you cannot afford to mess with.

Because demons are chaotic, it is difficult to find cunning ones among them, and it is also difficult to see those who are just pretending to be powerful.

"Damn bastard, here again! Some weak god who crawled out of who-knows-where is digging a pit and setting up a furnace on our turf because he has some alchemical skills!"
"That 'Blood Pit Fortress'... Can you feel it? It's sucking, chewing on the power of the abyss. Like greedy maggots burrowing into a great body, the will of the abyss is enraged and must crush them!"

His roar erupted, mingling with the steaming sulfur.

Not far away, a figure leaning against an obsidian throne that seemed to float in mid-air let out a sneer.

That was the succubus duke—Natos the Laughing One.

His body was tall and elegant, covered with a smooth, velvety purple carapace, and the tip of his slender tail burned with an inextinguishable, ghostly blue flame.

This is a succubus, and an extremely rare male succubus at that, who has climbed to this position.

This is enough to demonstrate the succubus's power and her terrifying methods.

Succubi are among the very few demons who employ cunning and treachery.

He elegantly toyed with a soul crystal ball that was constantly emitting desperate cries with his long, slender fingernails.

"Oh? Grazik, my lava brain friend, the wrath of the abyss's will? Heh heh heh..."

Nathos's laughter was like a knife scraping bone.

"The great abyss devours billions of lives every moment. What can a small fortress have? It's just like having an insignificant flea on your skin, biting a few times and sucking some blood."

“The Abyss is happy to see new ‘nutrients’ delivered to its doorstep, only to be crushed by us, isn’t it? I’m quite interested to see how long they can hold out, their souls and their despair… it must be quite a sight.”

He licked his lips, his eyes gleaming with a pure, cruel curiosity, and a strange desire.

A dreadlord general, "Whispering Shadow" Kathero, whose eyes shone only brightly with two red dots like burning embers, was hidden beneath a huge shadowy cloak. He spoke in a dry, hoarse whisper, his voice like the wind blowing through withered bones.

"Grazk's intelligence... is partially correct. That place... the energy field... is very strange."

"The warriors they killed... disappeared at an unusually fast rate, and even... there were gaps in the energy feedback in some areas... as if a piece of them had been forcibly dug out."

"This method is reminiscent of those greedy gods who attempt to steal the laws of the abyss. This new neighbor... the self-proclaimed 'Blood Silver Savior' Kana? Does anyone know anything about this unfamiliar god?"

The name of a god is a manifestation of the god's power. Although it is impossible to judge the power rules of a god simply from the name, there are at least some clues to follow.

It's hard to associate saviors with plunder, even the plundering of the power of the abyss.

Because of the righteous gods and their associated power, even when faced with evil forces, there is little chance of them plundering this rule.

Frankly, it's rare for a god of order and good to want to plunder the power of the abyss.

It may be associated with kindness, but it is definitely not a lawful being; at most, it is neutral.

The title of savior is not associated with kindness, but it is definitely strongly related to order.

That's why he was puzzled.

At the edge of the platform, a massive silhouette that was almost blending into the dark red lava stirred.

That was the Abyss Demon – "Lord of the Hammer" Dargon, who was once a great warlord who destroyed a world, but was lured by the Abyss and fell into becoming a special demon.

It is a special kind of creature that has a demonic form but retains the appearance of its original race, and is not entirely born from the abyss.

Such life forms are common among demons and are not unusual.

This is also a manifestation of chaos.

At this moment, his entire body was covered in armor made of crudely forged metal and the heads of howling and struggling demon souls. He emitted a dull, whistling sound.

"Blood Silver... Savior? Ha, what a laughable title. I've never heard of this god's name before. However, most new gods are arrogant yet cautious, and they won't easily unleash their divine power on us unless absolutely necessary."

"He is more likely to drive believers to their deaths, to accumulate merit or some kind of 'nourishment' that we cannot understand. There is nothing to fear; just send more minions to tear down that fortress."

Its attitude was quite arrogant, and it scoffed at the so-called new god.

Yet his words carried a conventional level of respect.

Although they are making a fuss here, one thing is certain: they are no match for the gods.

They are merely extremely powerful demons within the legendary class, not gods, and it would be difficult for them to reach that level.

So even the new gods are not people they can afford to offend, and sometimes the new gods really don't follow the rules when they come to the battlefield.

New gods sometimes appear on the battlefield for no apparent reason, usually for one of two reasons: to demonstrate their power or to gather qualified apostles or believers.

A being capable of fighting in the abyss would be an absolute genius in the normal world.

Therefore, newly born gods sometimes treat the battlefield as a source of talent and introduce it into the market.

Cana did indeed have this intention to some extent. And the power and rules that Cana displayed held an extremely exaggerated attraction for these warriors and Avengers from the Abyss.

“Blood Silver…Kana…”

A Balor Flame Demon who had been merely observing with his arms crossed suddenly whispered.

He was well-proportioned and robust, with dark red skin like cooled volcanic rock, and his body was surrounded by eternally burning infernal flames. His name was "Burning Wing" Simarion.

"This name... I seem to have heard a few words about it from a fragment of the soul of a dying space merchant during some cross-dimensional transaction."

Simarion's tone carried a strange, playful glint, and his infernal fire flickered with an unusual brilliance. "It is said... that He ignited the divine fire in the body of a mortal, and... personally slew a god of evil rats. Moreover, it seems that He also had conflicts with the gods of the abyss."

The information he received was simple and confusing, and he himself didn't know if it was correct.

Therefore, the words "personally" and "god of evil rats" were emphasized.

Regardless of the circumstances, he must have been someone who killed a god.

Not every god has divine blood on their hands.

"Oh? A newly ascended god? And he even killed an outdated rat god?" Natos the Smirker raised an eyebrow, seemingly finally showing some interest.

"I don't know about the God of Evil Rats... Blood Demon, he must be some lowly underling of the Blood God, but he should also be someone who holds some kind of abyssal authority."

"This Kana... seems to be quite powerful. Cothero's concerns are somewhat justified; a god who dares to rise to power by stepping on the corpses of other gods is no benevolent being."

"If He really feels offended and comes down to slap us a few times, that wouldn't be fun, right?"

His seemingly worried words were actually full of mockery and incitement, as if encouraging others to try their luck with the divine.

Grazk the Flesh-Tearer irritably exhaled a plume of sulfurous smoke: "Whether He is a new god or an old god, His fortress is gnawing at the source of the abyss on our territory, and that is a declaration of war."

"I have already sent out two large armies. Although the losses were considerable, we have found out some things."

His enormous finger pointed in the direction of the Blood Pit Fortress to the north.

"Those cowardly ants and their lackeys are rolling in money. Alchemical arrows, incendiary bombs, those weird energy weapons that pierce through our warriors' thick skin... they're hurling them out like molten lava."

"This setup looks like they want to make a huge splash in one go, and then plan something even bigger, but what does that mean?"

A cunning and bloodthirsty glint flashed in Grazic's eyes. "This shows they are depleting their reserves. Even the richest family cannot withstand such depletion, let alone a newly emerging force like theirs."

"Continue the attack! Send those lesser demons, horned demons, and those foolish abyssal beasts as cannon fodder, deplete their ammunition, grind down their walls, and use their corpses to block their furnace passages."

"I don't believe their supplies can sustain this level of warfare for long! Just wait until they weaken and show weaknesses..."

According to unspoken rules, the forces and deities involved in such actions would not normally receive legitimate funding and resources from the Bloodbath Fortress.

Even if Bloodbath Fortress doesn't even adhere to the surface rules, such resource consumption is still good for the Abyss.

They wouldn't care about the deaths of their inferior demons; the Abyss is too vast, the number of demons is countless, and they don't need this one.

His enormous tongue licked his sharp fangs. "The moment for the final assault to tear them apart!"

Cothero's red eyes flickered slightly in the shadows, seemingly assessing Grazik's "attrition theory." Dalgon let out a muffled snort, tacitly acknowledging the tactic. Natos continued to smile, as if watching a grand farce.

Simarion—the Balrog—narrowed his eternally burning infernal eyes, a barely perceptible, cold smile curving his lips, as if he were brewing something.

The succubus duke glanced at him sideways, a cold smile creeping onto her face.

That bastard, he definitely knows something.

Although he had just said that he seemed to have obtained information about this newborn god from a soul, the Succubus Grand Duke didn't believe it at all.

He was different from the chaotic demons. Being a male succubus and having climbed to this position was enough to show that his mind was not easily swayed by the abyss.

These demons before us are ultimately subject to the influence of the will of the abyss. Even if they can see or think of something, they still have to attack according to the will of the abyss.

Having reached this point in their conversation, the powerful demons had no intention of continuing and each departed.

Soon, the figure of the Succubus Grand Duke appeared next to Balrog.

"Tell me, what exactly is the situation with this newly born god? Speaking of which, I've also thought of something strange: what is that Blood God, the lord above you, doing right now?"

Simarion didn't seem surprised that the Succubus Guild had suddenly appeared beside him.

Why should I tell you? You idiot, get out of my way!

Grand Duke Cimarion wasn't angry; he knew Cimarion very well.

This information is clearly important, and potentially fatal.

Although he was not a fear demon, he could not easily detect fear from demons.

But as a succubus duke, he easily sensed the fluctuations in the demon's desires—his desires waned as he spoke of this newborn god.

For the succubus lord, desires come in many forms, and the shrinking of desires is actually a manifestation of fear.

"For this message, I'll give you ten soul stones."

He set his price.

Demons rarely engage in bargaining.

Satisfied with the intelligence fee, Simarion stopped in his tracks.

Then they started walking again.

But this time he spoke up.

“I don’t know much about him. I don’t even know that he has become a god. I only know the name Kana.”

All I can tell you is that this is a madman, and you'd better not mess with him. The title of Savior comes from the world currently on the path of progress through the void.

Upon hearing the word "void," even the Succubus Grand Duke paused for a moment.

How long has it been since he last heard that word?

Where does it rank?

"We've already made contact."

The Succubus Grand Duke vanished instantly.

He didn't plan to linger here any longer; he'd find an excuse and a way to escape this layer of the bloody battlefield. (End of Chapter)