Chapter 679: A Treacherous Scheme

Li Mochen directly tossed the mass of Source Substance entangled with 'Earth' and 'Metal' to the Moon Rabbit.

He was also quite short of Metal Source Substance, but the problem was that these two types of Source Substance were too tightly intertwined to be separated, so he had to let the Moon Rabbit have it all. Li Mochen believed that in her hands, this mass of Source Substance would yield the greatest benefit.

He still regarded this girl as a pet, so there was no issue of unfair reward or punishment.

The Moon Rabbit was overjoyed. She now considered herself capable of confronting pseudo-god-kings like Gabriel or Uriel head-on without falling behind, but her weakness lay in mythological armaments.

Her 'Typhon Shield' was powerful and at the ultimate level, but compared to the divine artifacts in the hands of those two, it was still slightly inferior.

The Source Substance Li Mochen bestowed could further elevate the grade of the 'Typhon Shield', bringing it infinitely close to the pseudo-truth level.

Especially the 'Earth' divine authority of the 'Typhon Shield'—as long as it reached the truth level, she could even fight Michael himself.

The second item was a relatively soft metal strip—it was formed naturally in this shape, and with a little trimming, it could be used as a belt.

This belt, which he named 'Stack', was bestowed by Li Mochen upon the 'Eternal Angel' Atlas.

It was an ultimate mythological artifact, not quite at the pseudo-truth level, but still extremely powerful. Its abilities included ultimate 'Space' and ultimate 'Star', which could compensate for Atlas's weakness in speed. The ultimate Star could also link with Li Mochen, allowing Atlas to use the Star Jump technique and recover strength under the illumination of the celestial stars. Additionally, ultimate 'Solidity' and 'Guardianship' could greatly enhance Atlas's defensive capabilities.

Then there was the pseudo-truth-level 'Stack'—this was the most terrifying ability of the 'Stack Belt'. It could stack strength and divine power, amplifying Atlas's attack power to an extremely fearsome degree.

Originally, this item would have exerted its greatest power in the hands of the 'Divine Power Angel' Heracles.

But Li Mochen had also seen a 'Strength Bracelet' in the River of Time, which was truly suitable for Heracles, possessing truth-level 'Strength' and pseudo-truth-level 'Endurance'.

However, Li Mochen could not obtain it for now. The 'Strength Bracelet' was originally in the hands of the 'God of All Trades' Dionysus, who had fallen asleep with Chaos under the Arctic ice cap. The 'Strength Bracelet' lay beside Dionysus.

Li Mochen had considered stealing it directly, since after Dionysus fell asleep, the 'Strength Bracelet' had had no interaction with the outside world.

But for now, he could not avoid disturbing Dionysus and Chaos. If those two awakened, either Li Mochen would suppress the changes in the River of Time, or he would be devoured by the River of Time and perish.

The latter was more likely. These two were immensely powerful deities; the butterfly effect they would trigger was no small matter. If they awakened early, Andrei Li Wiltonshtain might not even be born into this world.

In the current era, Li Mochen could neither bypass the seal nor ignore the gradually awakening 'Chaos'.

The modern era was also unsuitable; the closer the era, the greater the likelihood of awakening Dionysus.

So Li Mochen planned to wait a while longer, until he comprehended related divine authorities like 'Theft' and 'Replacement' before attempting it. Once he reached a high level, he was confident he could steal the 'Strength Bracelet' from beside Dionysus in the ancient era.

Since this was a mythological armament he was certain to obtain, the 'Stack Belt' could only be used by the 'Eternal Angel' Atlas.

Atlas had always been diligently working for him, the most industrious among all the Archangels. Over the past year, Atlas had fought sixty-seven battles, surpassing the second-place Battle Angel Robert by thirteen times.

However, due to the lack of powerful mythological armaments, Atlas had to rely on the high-level mythological armament set crafted by Anthony's alchemy team. Most of the time, he wore down opponents with his endurance, but this also cost him a considerable amount of his essence.

The six powerful divine authorities—'Earth', 'Eternity', 'Endurance', 'Stamina', 'Life', and 'Vitality'—granted Atlas inexhaustible strength, but when he was injured, there was still some loss.

Li Mochen had always wanted to procure a powerful mythological armament for his capable subordinate, to make his battles easier and reduce injuries. But limited by resources and time, he couldn't find anything suitable. The 'Stack Belt' was perfect—it covered both offense and defense, complemented Atlas's abilities, and was a fitting mythological armament for him.

Atlas, receiving the 'Stack Belt', was also very pleased and excited.

“I will not regard this item as your gift, for the freedom you have given me is already the greatest reward, a grace I can never repay in a lifetime. As I swore before, I will use this item well and fight for you until the end of all worlds, or until my death!”

Atlas loved this era. Although he had to go out and fight from time to time over the past year, in ordinary times he could wander the streets and alleys of America, chat and laugh in taverns, watch competitive shows, or shut himself in his room playing online games and using chat tools to flirt with women. This life was far better than his time on Mount Olympus.

This feeling of freedom and doing as he pleased was what he had deeply yearned for over the past millennia.

And his lord's bestowal of such a precious item as the 'Stack Belt' showed how much he valued him.

This was far better than Zeus and Cronus. Atlas had seen clearly that those two only used sweet talk and false promises to trick them into service. His brother Prometheus was wiser, having long seen through the nature of that father and son.

The third item was a horn, named 'Battle Horn', originating from the Mayan 'God of Wind and War' Huracan. It was the power source of the 'War Angel Heart' and one of its creators.

In the history Li Mochen observed, this deity, who simultaneously mastered wind, war, and combat, was the right hand of the Mayan god-king Itzamna, his most capable arm.

Unfortunately, he was severely injured in battle against the Moshlar, and later ambushed while recovering in slumber. It was because of his fall that the 'Feathered Serpent' Kukulkan and the 'God of Violent Death, Human Sacrifice, and War' Kokata rose among the Nine Gods, sharing Huracan's authority and faith.

The 'Battle Horn' was a powerful divine artifact wielded by Huracan. Li Mochen had not interfered with it in the past timeline. Before his death, Huracan probably realized who had ambushed him and permanently sealed this mythological armament in some spatial layer, unwilling to let Kukulkan obtain it.

Li Mochen knew its location, so he easily acquired it.

This mythological armament undoubtedly belonged to Robert. Although the 'Battle Horn' was only an ultimate mythological armament, the combination of pseudo-truth-level 'War' and pseudo-truth-level 'Gale' was extremely powerful—this was also the direction Robert had been specializing in.

To some extent, the 'Battle Angel' Robert Yvonne was even more trusted by him than the Moon Rabbit. If not for her recovery ability being inferior to Atlas's, Robert's number of battles over the past year would definitely have exceeded a hundred.

Whether in battle or cultivation, she was single-minded. Andrei Li Wiltonshtain was the meaning of her existence.

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After distributing these three items, Li Mochen summoned Fenrir and his siblings. The 'World Serpent' Jörmungandr's main body certainly couldn't come; it could only descend a part of its soul, transforming into a illusory small snake.

However, in the small snake's eyes, there were flames of discontent. If not for the urging of Fenrir and Hel, Jörmungandr would prefer to sleep. But after Fenrir broke free, Jörmungandr felt it was getting less and less sleep.

Undoubtedly, this was all the fault of the human deity before it!

But when Li Mochen took out a mass of flesh and blood, even Jörmungandr's soul trembled, and its eyes showed disbelief and fervor.

“Is this Ymir's heartblood and flesh?”

The Winter Goddess Hel was extremely shocked: “Your Majesty! Where did you obtain this?”

Ymir was the ancestor of all frost giants, and even the Aesir had Ymir's blood in their veins. He was born almost at the same time as the most ancient Greek god Chaos, predating Gaia and the Titans.

This was of great significance to them; it could complete the missing parts of their bloodline and bring their bodies closer to their ancestor.

In short, this might be the key to further elevating their physical divine status.

Originally, among the three siblings, only Fenrir was firstborn, so his physical divine status reached nineteen. Jörmungandr, despite its unimaginably huge body, only had a divine status of eighteen overall. It relied on its special abilities to be tougher and more resistant than even divine beings with a divine status of twenty.

“This is my new ability, and I took considerable risk to obtain it.”

Li Mochen was not lying; this time he had indeed taken a great risk.

According to mythology, after Ymir's death, his blood caused a great flood that drowned many giants. Moreover, the Light Elves and Dark Elves were formed from maggots on Ymir's corpse, and the Dwarves were said to be created by the gods from part of Ymir's flesh. The remaining body was used by Odin to create the realm where humans lived.

But this was myth, used by the gods to trick humans into believing in them.

In reality, the nearly extinct elves and dwarves did indeed carry part of Ymir's bloodline. And Ymir's body could not have been used for humans; it was likely taken by Odin to forge Asgard.

This time, Li Mochen only stole a tiny bit of flesh and blood, yet he almost alerted Odin. Fortunately, the Aesir god-king was not yet so strong at that time; when he and his brothers conspired to kill Ymir, he was only a major god in the Bright World after reincarnation.

“—So I dared not take too much, and I don't know how much help this will bring you.”

As he spoke, Li Mochen divided the flesh and blood into four parts. Three parts were given to Fenrir and the others, and the remaining part was kept by Li Mochen for biological research. In fact, this was Li Mochen's main purpose—it might bring new breakthroughs to their stalled 'biochemical implant technology'.

Ymir not only possessed immense power but also unparalleled inclusiveness, as evidenced by the various strange creatures he left behind. They were all called frost giants, yet Fenrir the giant wolf and Jörmungandr the World Serpent were also members of the frost giants, and even of the royal bloodline.

This was related to the projection and influence of star beasts and powerful deities from all worlds during the chaotic derivation of the Bright World. Ymir's body accommodated their projections and powers, and then, by giving birth to descendants, he gradually separated these mixed elements from his body. Jörmungandr was very similar to the Eastern mythological Zhulong, while Fenrir resembled Panhu. Perhaps their genes came from the same star beast.

Chaos and Gaia were in a similar situation; they also gave birth to numerous gods and monsters over their long years, such as the Hydra, the Hundred-Handed Giants, Chimera, Cerberus, and so on.

“That is enough, Your Majesty!”

Hel carefully put away the flesh and blood, her eyes full of joy. This would not only allow her physical divine status to break through in the short term but also strengthen her control over the frost giant race. It could even influence the elves and dwarves living in Greenland, Alaska, and northern Siberia.

“I am extremely grateful for your gift.”

Fenrir swallowed the flesh and blood in one gulp, then stared at Li Mochen in disbelief: “It's real! Damn, boss, what kind of ability have you mastered now that you can interfere with the past?”

Li Mochen shook his head slightly: “I cannot interfere with the past, Fenrir. I can only interfere with a past that does not disturb history.”

Fenrir roughly understood what Li Mochen meant. He blinked: “Then can you help me find my old treasures? I hid them very well, but when I came out, they were all gone.”

As one of the most powerful mythological creatures of the mythological era, Fenrir had quite a bit of wealth. Unfortunately, now he had to use the 'Gleipnir' chain, the 'Gjöll' great stone slab, the 'Thviti' giant rock, and the 'Starkad' long sword, all transformed into the 'Gleipnir Three-Headed Hammer' for combat.

Although this weapon was extremely powerful, and even many pseudo-truth-level mythological armaments might not match its lethality, Fenrir still missed his former possessions. Maybe Anthony could forge even stronger mythological armaments for him?

“I'm sorry!”

Li Mochen shook his head: “You must have revealed the locations of those treasures to your friend Tyr. They have been divided among Odin's children.”

He pointed to his eyes: “I saw it with my own eyes!”

“Tyr! Odin!”

Fenrir ground his teeth, endless anger rising in his chest.

Hel's eyes showed a strange light: “That means, Your Majesty, you can retrieve all the treasures lost in history?”

She increasingly appreciated her choice. The lord they served had boundless prospects. Even the shortfall in resources could now be quickly remedied.

Li Mochen shook his head: “It depends on the situation. It cannot be done overnight.”

Just like this reverse time journey, it would take a long time for the River of Time and the River of Fate to stabilize again.

Secondly, many of the resources Li Mochen saw in the ancient era were not like the mass of Source Substance he gave to the Moon Rabbit, which had no connection to the outside world.

For example, Li Mochen had his eye on a piece of 'Earth' Source Substance, but it had evolved into the 'Alps'. If the Alps were taken away, how many changes would that cause in the history of this world?

So Li Mochen had to look further, on one hand understanding all the fate and causality related to the 'Alps', and on the other hand finding ways to replace it.

Additionally, Li Mochen had his eye on the treasures accumulated by the dragon race in ancient times. Since many powerful dragons died abruptly in disasters, the numerous treasures they left behind were ownerless. Among them were two items very suitable for Longmai and Hairouer.

But the problem was that these things were buried in ancient dragon cities, with considerable causality with the dragon race, so Li Mochen could do nothing about them for now.

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Three days later, Li Mochen arrived at the twenty-eighth floor of the Destiny Manor Magic Tower to participate in another military meeting.

His prophecy had come true: the alliance of gods led by the Aesir was preparing to land in Alaska, opening a new battlefield on America's northernmost territory.

However, this was not due to his extraordinary foresight or strategic judgment, but because of the intelligence provided by Heydrich.

Alaska is the largest state in the American Federation and one of the least populated. With over three million square kilometers of land, only about 1.3 million people live there.

Although it is rich in mineral resources, most of them cannot be mined due to cost, yet its current strategic position is extremely important. To the west, it can keep watch on the 'Slavic Empire' and 'Japan'; to the east, it can attack the mainland of Maple Leaf Country.

But what currently makes them feel most uneasy is the impact on the Arctic Ocean shipping route after the fall of Alaska.

—That is currently the safest shipping route in the entire Bright World and a vital hub connecting the Old and New Continents. From the ports of Maple Leaf Country to the Slavic Empire, it is almost entirely under their control.

Hela, the 'Goddess of the Arctic and Winter,' who had laid out plans in the Arctic in advance, along with the nuclear-powered warships with powerful icebreaking capabilities that only the Slavic Empire and the American Federation could produce, were enough to ensure absolute security in this region.

It was precisely because of their hundreds of large icebreakers sailing in the Arctic that they largely ensured smooth trade with Asia and Northern Europe.

In fact, the vast majority of their military-related supplies were exchanged through this route. The submarines and high-speed destroyers that the 'Alliance of Gods' relied on to strike the 'Mandate Alliance' were utterly incapable of entering this sea covered in icebergs.

Only those sea beasts could play a role, but Hela and her four frost giant legions had firmly controlled this area.

This was originally the ancestral home of the frost giants; the frost giant realm of Jotunheim was located under the Arctic ice cap. And Fenrir and his two companions, as descendants of the frost giant royal bloodline, possessed immense influence among the frost giant population of at least thirteen thousand.

They hated leaving their own territory, but when fighting near the frost giants' homeland, they were the bravest warriors.

This was an invincible force, enough to intimidate the race of wise giants from which the Aesir originated.

But once Alaska fell, the power of the gods could cut into the middle section of the Arctic Ocean route, and even Hela's four frost giant legions could not guarantee absolute safety.

And if this route were affected or even severed, it could lead to disruptions in the production of some high-end equipment in America.

It must be known that a large portion of the magical energy materials they currently obtained were purchased from the Northern Slavic Empire. The Eastern Ancient Kingdom was also continuously supplying America through the Bering Strait and the Arctic Ocean route—compared to the vast and dangerous Pacific, this route was undoubtedly much safer.

Especially rare earths; China's rare earth resources and refining technology were very important for the numerous models of magical-mechanical armor and heavy equipment of the Light Demon Industry.

"The current situation is very awkward. I've calculated that even if the Arctic Ocean route were completely cut off, it wouldn't bring our military production to a halt. It would only slow down the production of some individual equipment and slightly increase costs. But compared to the risk of a decisive battle with them in Alaska, it's still acceptable."

Garcia Ferren frowned deeply, his eyes sharp: "To defend Alaska, we will inevitably have to pay a considerable price. They will definitely lure us into gradually increasing our stakes, and then force the Mandate Pantheon into a decisive battle with them in this place."

"I also disagree!"

Anthony shook his head: "If the Arctic Ocean route is cut off, we still have the deep-sea route. Our heavily invested nuclear transport submarines are about to enter service; they all use the most advanced submersible technology. The possibility of the Alliance of Gods finding them all is extremely slim. So, this will have little impact on the supply of high-end materials."

Rommel then said with a bitter smile: "It's really not worth fighting a decisive battle with them for a territory that has no war potential at all. The problem is that it's too vast. If the Alliance of Gods wants to land, we simply can't stop them, right? With only that many people on 32 million square kilometers, it might be better to evacuate the people and then try to prevent them from building military ports and bases. I think that if they station heavy forces, we could completely trap them by cutting off their supply lines."

"That's unlikely."

'Angel of Secrets' Reinhard Heydrich said expressionlessly: 'The only ones stationed in Alaska will be the most elite legions of the Beast Empire. They don't rely on thermal weapons for combat and have strong survival capabilities, and Alaska is rich in resources.'

'I don't oppose avoiding battle.'

Bismarck leaned on his cane: 'But this is still the homeland of the American Federation, and it borders Maple Leaf Country. Once it falls, it could cause a series of negative impacts. We must find a way to avoid that.'

'So we still have to force them to shift their attention to South America—'

While the crowd discussed, Li Mochen sat on the throne, chin in hand, deep in thought.

After about a minute, he spoke with firm resolve: 'All cities in Alaska with populations over two hundred thousand will have military forts and airfields built, magic tower arrays deployed, and all civilians evacuated to Maple Leaf Country for refuge. Can this be done within twenty days?'

Those present exchanged glances, their expressions grave. Li Mochen's words meant he had decided on a strategy of direct confrontation with the Pantheon Alliance in Alaska.

'Your Majesty!'

Garcia Ferren was choosing his words, preparing to offer a strong remonstrance.

But Li Mochen asked with a smile: 'Do we have no chance of victory at all, everyone?'

'There is a chance, and not a small one. Several of our recently developed high-tech weapons can give us an advantage in the divine war. Of course, it mainly depends on you and His Highness Lucifer.'

Garcia Ferren fell into contemplation: 'But the risks are also very high. Even if we win, we will have to pay a huge price.'

'Then that's settled.'

Li Mochen's tone grew even more resolute, unshakable: 'That's how it will be, Garcia. If this war is destined to happen in Alaska, I will not flee. Don't forget, I am the protector of the American Federation, the god of freedom and equality.'

Garcia Ferren thought to himself: Has his lord's divinity really reached that level? Couldn't he make a slight concession in Alaska? Clearly, time was on their side; every half year they delayed, their strength could rise by an order of magnitude.

But Li Mochen's next words changed his mind: 'According to my speculation, the Mother Goddess Gaia is ready to re-enter the field. So we must win this battle. Moreover, we need to try to kick one of the four pantheons out of the Bright World during the fight.'

Of course, Li Mochen would not rashly go to war in Alaska just because the gods suspected the Radiant Mother Isis.

Gaia's tampering within the Chaos Seal was the real reason he was prepared to accept this decisive battle. That primordial mother goddess had clearly grown impatient.

So before that, he had to drive someone out of the game first.

Coincidentally, his God of Truth and Justice had been in the Aesir Pantheon long enough, and the war situation in the Bright World also needed further clarification.

“And——”

Li Mochen looked at his own hand: “I think I have now grasped the key to victory.”

“If that’s the case, then I suggest deploying more particle beam cannons in the Alaskan mountains.”

Garcia Ferren had completely shifted his thinking; he tapped the map with his pointer: “There’s no need to drag things out in South America any longer. I believe we can launch the offensive simultaneously.”

Li Mochen nodded slightly in agreement.

In Argentina, there were still about five hundred million people who had not converted to the faith. But this population, in the overall scheme, had little impact.

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However, the subsequent ‘Winter Moon Offensive’ in the South American theater did not go smoothly. This was partly due to the terrain—the narrow strip bordering Argentina, Uruguay, and Brazil was filled with numerous forests and swamps, unfavorable for large-scale troop deployment. Partly it was because the Beast Empire had long been prepared; their fighting spirit was extremely resolute, and their supplies were still abundant. This caused the three armored clusters Guderian had prepared to be intercepted by the enemy’s well-prepared reserve防线 after completing the initial breakthrough, forcing them to halt before strong cities, plunging the entire front line into a stalemate again.

According to subsequent intelligence provided by Heydrich, the Beast Empire had indeed only reinforced with 1.2 million troops. But the seven Beast Gods of Asa had bestowed divine grace and, with the aid of large quantities of drugs, had greatly increased the strength of the Beast Empire warriors’ companion battle beasts by depleting their essence. It was estimated that this would last about twenty days, during which the overall combat power of these 35 million warriors would increase by fifty to sixty percent.

“It seems they intend to sacrifice all their battle beasts if necessary, to ensure their warriors can withdraw safely.”

Heydrich also offered his speculation while reporting: “Your Majesty, using the war in South America to pin down the Asa pantheon may not achieve the desired effect. They too are waiting for the outcome of the divine war in Alaska.”

“Forget it!”

Li Mochen was still regretful; he had hoped to severely damage the Beast Empire’s vitality in South America.

But now, although the death of the companion battle beasts would greatly reduce these warriors’ strength and severely damage their vitality, once they returned to their homeland, after a few years of recuperation, their strength could recover to seventy or eighty percent.

“There is another matter, Your Majesty. Please take a look at this!”

Heydrich reached into the void and produced a small vial: “I have noticed that this new type of drug is spreading rampantly across America, Australia, and the Old World. I believe it is extremely dangerous.”

“Drugs?”

Li Mochen thought, weren’t there already plenty of drugs harming mortal society? New types appeared almost every year, impossible to eradicate. But he knew Heydrich would not mention it without reason. He drew one pill toward him and used his divine power to analyze its structure.

“What is special about this drug? Hmm—”

“Its addictiveness is higher; it induces extreme euphoria for a relatively long time, just as its name ‘Bliss’ suggests. I specifically had addicts try it, and they said no previous drug could compare to it.”

Heydrich narrowed his eyes, a cold glint in them: “In just California alone, there have been 200,000 new addicts recently. Besides that, I know it is also spreading secretly in high society.”

Li Mochen had already discerned the drug’s composition and recognized its danger. He found a mineral never seen in the Bright World, which was the source of the drug’s potency.

“So when did this drug first appear? And where is its origin?”

“It first appeared about two and a half months ago, spreading covertly in the Old World and South America, then recently expanding to the New World and Australia. By the time I discovered it, it had already reached a massive scale. Your Majesty may find it hard to imagine, but in just twenty days, the drug market in California has been almost completely taken over by this drug.”

Heydrich continued: “As for the source, opinions vary. Some say it comes from South Asia and the Golden Triangle, others from South America, or from those Truth Religion countries. But I have checked—none of those are correct. The only clue is that it involves some werewolves.”

“Werewolves?”

Li Mochen suddenly had an epiphany. He understood why he had felt such a strong urge to kill the Night Goddess Nyx. It was not only because of Chaos and the impending divine war in Alaska, but also because his soul was instinctively on alert.

This woman intended to uproot his foundation! If not for Heydrich, things might have deteriorated to an unknown extent.

“Notify all local governments to do everything possible to cut off the spread of ‘Bliss’. Also inform the Church of Fate to start cracking down on dealers selling ‘Bliss’ and hunting down all werewolves.”

“Yes, Your Majesty!”

Heydrich respectfully acknowledged, though he was not optimistic about the werewolf hunt. They had been vigorously suppressing werewolves for a long time, even though this race had once been allies of the Lord of Fate. To sever Nyx’s earthly foundation and faith, they had mercilessly wielded the bloody blade.

But the results had always been limited. With Nyx’s protection, the werewolves’ ability to move in the shadows had become immensely powerful, and they had grown accustomed to evading human pursuit over the past millennia.

As for ‘Bliss’, with effective measures on all fronts, it could still be contained. At least the drug’s spread could be significantly slowed.

“Notify all vampires: I need them to hunt down all werewolves. This can cleanse their sins. As long as they abide by mortal law, they can receive the Church of Fate’s pardon and protection. And all vampires already lawful shall receive generous rewards from the Church; the most outstanding among them, I will grant the power to withstand sunlight.”

—Ever since the rebellion of Cain and his wife, who were refined into the ‘Sin-Severing Blade’, the vampires of America and the Old World had been leaderless. Some, who had not participated in the rebellion, followed the Camarilla led by Odysseus Ventrue and others, continuing to serve Li Mochen. But the vast majority of rebels had gone into hiding, living in fear in the darkness.

Heydrich nodded in approval: “That’s a good method!”

Those who knew ‘werewolves’ best were naturally their mortal enemies, the ‘vampires’.

“Then issue a divine decree: The Lord of Fate abhors drug users. From today onward, all addicts shall not be bathed in the radiance of the gods of Fate.”

In truth, the faith energy provided by addicts was still quite strong. Praying in their delirium, they could offer far more faith power than ordinary people.

But considering ‘Slaanesh’, Li Mochen decisively cut off this portion of profit. It was not worth the loss and was detrimental to the nourishment of his divinity.