Chapter 695: Evil Body

An hour and a half later, above Arthur Ken Street, a youth with ice-blue eyes stood atop a massive black dragon, looking down at Elaine Delling from a height.

“You know how to write the report, right? Captain Delling?”

“Get the hell out of here, you bastard!”

Elaine Delling’s face was ashen, extremely unpleasant. “I don’t need your advice here. It is what it is.”

“Has no one taught you, Captain Delling? You should have basic manners toward those who have helped you.”

“No one asked you to come!”

Elaine Delling crossed his arms. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to, Clement! You’ve overstepped your bounds more than once.”

“Haha! In the end, isn’t it all because of the incompetence of your Fourteenth Detachment?”

The youth laughed instead, and without waiting for Elaine Delling’s response, he directly commanded the black dragon to soar into the sky, heading toward the southern sky of Cleveland.

And just after he left, Situ Jingyu raised an eyebrow. “Is this Clement Wiltonstein, captain of the Sixteenth Detachment? Truly very young. His authority over ice and death is also incredibly powerful. The records say he’s under twenty-four?”

“Why use that tone? That guy is nothing to admire, alright? He’s just a bastard relying on his bloodline. Ever since His Majesty entered the God-King rank, these Wiltonstein family members have risen again, each one like a rocket, their magical energy levels inflating like balloons.”

Elaine Delling curled his lip in disdain. “Some of them already call themselves the new divine race of the new era. That’s not entirely wrong—just my lord’s bloodline alone can easily let them enter the Demigod rank.”

But Situ Jingyu thought to himself, how could the Demigod rank be as easy as Captain Delling said? The bloodline of the Lord of Fate was indeed powerful, but if the Wiltonstein family members didn’t put in some effort, they would at most be high-level Outlaws.

Calling themselves the new divine race was even more exaggerated. In the mythological era, the fourth and fifth generation Titans were born as Demigods, even Elder Gods, and the Nordic Hill Giants and Frost Giants were not far behind.

However, this generation of the Wiltonstein family had indeed produced many capable hands. A large number of geniuses emerged as the times required, and bloodline mages of the Elder God rank appeared in abundance.

This greatly aided the cause of the Lord of Fate. Now, this clan had nearly two hundred Demigods and over seventy Elder Gods, distributed across many countries and departments of the Fate Alliance, not only wielding immense influence worldwide but also serving as the backbone of the current Fate Pantheon.

That Captain Clement Wiltonstein was not as worthless as Delling said. He was an Elder God under twenty-four, surpassing the record her master had set in the Light World back then! And at such a young age, he had already taken on the heavy responsibility of a captain in the Winged Knight Order, which meant he had very distinguished military achievements—a position that could never be obtained solely through family background and strength. Personal strength, merit, and leadership were all indispensable.

He had indeed been a great help just now, even though the battle was decided from the moment that Throne Angel unleashed ‘Material Annihilation.’ But afterward, they had fought with that Abomination for over an hour.

The latter’s ability to split and proliferate was disgustingly strong. Without Clement Wiltonstein’s help, they might have had to spend a whole day this time, and still might not have achieved a perfect result.

“Alright, I admit he was a great help this time.”

Elaine Delling suddenly changed his tone, and at the same time projected an image before them: “We need to return to Manhattan now. There’s a new mission.”

“A diversion?”

Wei Jianyi also saw the information displayed on his personal intelligent system: “The Light Magic Industry’s warehouse in Manhattan was attacked? Fortunately, there’s no Holy War Hammer or the latest Holy War Fortress inside.”

“But this warehouse stored a large amount of raw materials for Star Domain battleships. They had accurate intelligence.”

Elaine Delling reached out and beckoned, making a magnetic levitation armored car slowly descend before them.

“Get in, you two. I expect we’ll be very busy for the next while.”

Wei Jianyi and Situ Jingyu exchanged glances, their eyes solemn. Besides this intelligence, they also saw a total of forty-seven alerts from around the world. Either Abominations and Evil Gods were causing chaos, or Slaanesh cultists were gathering in large numbers, or important factories, warehouses, churches, and even R&D centers and schools with concentrated high-intelligence talents were under attack.

This was clearly the enemy of their master, sounding the horn of counterattack. From this, it was evident how difficult it was for the Lord of Fate to hold the Root before ascending to God Above Gods.

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Meanwhile, in the Dark World, a total of eighty-seven starships and over two hundred magic towers were sailing through a night sky devoid of even a single star.

In the five years since the Alaska War, the Fate Alliance had spent trillions and completed a total of 124 Star Domain warships. Unfortunately, most of them were only at the standard of Moshlan destroyers and cruisers; battleships and Star Domain motherships—only one experimental ship of each type had been completed two years ago, both incorporated into the fleet as flagships.

At this moment, ‘Disaster Dragon Angel’ Hazel Wiltonstein stood in the bridge of the fleet’s only Star Domain battleship, issuing orders: “Count the numbers, mark valuable targets, and begin charging all main cannons!”

As she spoke, her gaze was fixed on the scene before her. The infrared photoelectric radar mounted on the ship had been activated to maximum power, displaying the dense horde of beasts thousands of kilometers away on the instruments.

Two Demigod mages also used projection spells to directly show the real scene before everyone in the bridge. It was a number that would make anyone’s scalp tingle—the entire area of 1,300 square kilometers was an ocean of dark creatures.

“This number should be over a hundred million, right?”

‘World Breaker’ Lafat de Robespierre crossed his arms: “How arrogant must our enemy be to gather them all in one place?”

The many mages present also agreed. Although the sight before them was horrifying, it was very suitable for large-scale lethal weapons, especially nuclear bombs and large-scale forbidden spells.

And among them, the ‘World Breaker’ was especially skilled in this.

“Probably out of necessity.”

Another mage, ‘Element Emperor’ Reynard Hedwig, explained the reason: “Their range for controlling dark creatures is clearly limited. Beyond that range, they might not be able to command them, so they have to gather them in advance. Also, I guess they didn’t expect that after creating such a spectacle, we would still take the initiative to attack.”

In the distant sky, hundreds of Abominations were suspended, dropping tens of thousands of tentacles. The eerie and magnificent scene inspired terror.

Although only seven of them had a divine rank of 19, this still made everyone present uneasy.

Not to mention their enemy, even these mages hadn’t expected the Fate Alliance to abandon their long-established fortress defenses and choose to attack proactively.

Or perhaps it was also possible within the Light World; everyone knew that their sovereign had already obtained part of the authority of the Supreme God.

“What are you chatting about? Not scared, are you?”

The Night and Venus Goddess Ishtar suddenly appeared at the ship’s adjutant seat, looking coldly at the opposite side: “This is the joint decision of Lady Athena and His Majesty’s military advisory group. I think it makes a lot of sense. Don’t all those military books emphasize not following the opponent’s rhythm? Our enemy wants to attack us according to their established steps. They want us to fight passively in the Light World, behind the defenses, right? But His Majesty refuses to play along.”

“But Your Highness, this could lead to a decisive battle between us and the Aesir Pantheon in the Dark World.”

The mage ‘Kinetic Tyrant’ Igor Inman looked thoughtfully at Ishtar: “I’ve heard that among the Abominations hiding in the Dark Abyss, at least twelve have a divine rank exceeding 19?”

“That’s none of your concern. That’s a task for us gods.”

Ishtar’s lips curled slightly, her eyes showing a hint of anticipation and mockery: “It depends on whether they have the strength and the courage.”

At that moment, a piercing alarm sounded inside the ship, and the hull shook violently. This was because the distant Abominations had been alerted, sweeping their hostile mental energy toward the fleet.

“Begin the operation, Hazel!”

Ishtar remained completely unmoved, crossing her arms: “According to the planned schedule, clear the beast horde on the largest scale.”

The first to attack were the 1,400 ‘Dragon’s Roar’ cannons and 70 ‘Fate Stigmata’ mounted on each ship. Most of them did not deliberately aim, firing one after another into the densest areas of the beast horde.

Then the accompanying 220 magic towers followed, firing thousands of light-ray beams covering every corner of the horde.

However, the most important purpose of these particle beam cannons and magic rays was to clear the way for the subsequent swarm of high-speed missiles. Their speed was also astonishing; their initial velocity was as high as Mach 250, and with various spells and divine arts aiding them, they almost all turned into rainbows in the sky. Some were shot down, but others successfully exploded within the enemy horde. Then, hundreds or thousands of intense lights like the sun illuminated every detail of this Dark World. Massive radiant energy, destructive shockwaves, and waves of scorching hot air rolling out claimed the lives of a large number of dark creatures in less than a second.

Unexpectedly, the previously menacing and imposing Abominations did not intervene to stop these missiles from landing but instead shrank like earthworms deep into the ground.

“Just as Lady Athena guessed, their preparations aren’t complete yet, and they don’t have the courage for a decisive battle.”

‘Earth Angel’ Christine also appeared on the bridge.

In fact, most of the main gods and god-kings of the Fate Pantheon were hiding nearby, ready to deal with this full-scale war with the Dark Abyss and the Aesir Pantheon.

“They’ve disappointed you, Your Highness Ishtar. It seems the power you’ve recently acquired has no use for now.”

Ishtar clicked her tongue, seemingly unwilling: “The most disappointed is your sovereign. I know him; he really wants to fight a decisive battle in the Dark World to avoid harming those mortals.”

Christine nodded in agreement: “His Majesty’s divinity is like that.”

Then she glanced sideways at the many mages present: “His Majesty’s decree is to give us three hours for maximum annihilation. Please do your utmost! We must ensure they can no longer threaten our Magic-Dynamic Cities.”

In fact, these mages’ forbidden spells had already covered every corner of the battlefield. But due to concerns about higher-level divine warfare, including Robespierre, everyone held back.

“His Majesty’s will is our mission!”

‘Element Emperor’ Reynard Hedwig was the first to respond. He waved his staff, and instantly seven ‘Wind Element Emperors’ and ten ‘Thunder Tyrants’ appeared on the battlefield, turning a vast area of a hundred kilometers into a death hell with a massive lightning grid.

At this moment, Hazel flashed out, arriving above the clouds of the forward battlefield. Her body transformed, revealing a massive dragon form, and then she dove down.

She had long grown impatient with commanding the starship battle, and now that those Abominations had fled like cowards, there was no longer any force of equal rank in this airspace to stop the Fate Gods from slaughtering.

Robespierre raised an eyebrow: “So, after three hours, we’ll have to move to another location?”

“Of course!”

Christine smiled: “They have four large-scale beast horde gathering points. We must get there before they disperse. If we’re late, we’ll come up empty.”

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After Angela reluctantly left, Li Mochen sat on the top floor of the Destiny Village magic tower for three days, finally washing away the last trace of chaotic aura from the Earring of Creation.

Next were the ‘Hammer of Judgment’ and the ‘Hand of Natural Order,’ especially the former, which was also an extremely powerful divine artifact. But Li Mochen guessed he had no time left to purify these two mythical armaments.

Although the Fate Alliance’s provocation in the Dark World and the Aesir Pantheon with Thor had ultimately backed down, Li Mochen knew their decisive battle was not far off.

This could be seen from within the Material Plane itself. The Americas and Australia, which had been calm for several years, were beginning to show signs of turmoil.

Starting from March 4, 4007 of the Light Calendar, when he inspected the Arctic ice cap, no fewer than a hundred S-class or above magical disasters occurred daily across various regions—this level generally referred to incidents involving divine-level forces and deaths exceeding a thousand. Fortunately, over the years, the number of their Paladins, Cardinals, and mages had grown significantly, with a depth of resources far exceeding publicly announced figures; otherwise, they would truly be exhausted.

And in Hindustan, the situation was even worse. On the very day he finished purifying the Earring of Creation, Hindustan saw at least ten large-scale blood sacrifices, with over three million civilians dead or injured.

This did not include the dozens they had successfully prevented. The six detachments of the Fate Alliance stationed in Hindustan, along with a large number of battle priests, had all been deployed over these three days. His military advisory group had also transferred three additional detachments from America for support.

Casualties were also heavy. Although the latest numbers had not yet been reported, Reinhardt’s intelligence to Li Mochen predicted over a thousand dead or injured.

Fortunately, the Hindustan region had a underworld belonging to the Hindu Pantheon, so all the fallen could eventually return to his heaven, becoming part of the Elysians or angels.

However, it was foreseeable that the activities of the Church of Desire and the Aesir Church in Hindustan would only intensify.

“I’m afraid we’ll have to send more troops.”

In the reconvened military meeting, Garcia Feren sighed: “For Hindustan, we spend no less than 500 billion gold shields annually, and it ties up a huge amount of manpower. At one point, I even thought of advising you to give up. That region is too chaotic and dangerous, and poverty and ignorance are the breeding grounds for cults and Chaos’s favorite delicacy.”

“That’s a foolish idea. Abandoning Hindustan would only worsen the situation.”

Prometheus disagreed: “I think the Hindu Pantheon is very effective, especially in pacifying the populace. Their doctrines are particularly useful. The reason this situation occurs is that too many warriors of the Beast Empire were left behind in Hindustan.”

“Indeed, any other pantheon would have been overthrown by them long ago.”

Garcia Feren acknowledged this: “But now the Hindu Pantheon has stabilized most of the cities, forcing them to use more violence. Correspondingly, we can see that the power of Slaanesh has spread severely among the upper echelons of the Brahmins and Kshatriyas—these Hindustan upper classes. Of the twelve array plates we donated, seven have been destroyed by them.”

“Then let the 29th and 30th Detachments of the Winged Knight Order be formed ahead of schedule and send them over together.”

Li Mochen rubbed his brow: “Don’t worry about finances. Kartikeya provided me with a fortune two days ago, including a batch of soul gold coins and mythical materials worth over 700 billion gold shields. Additionally, the Hindustan gods are preparing to fully purify their Brahmins. Kartikeya promised me increased investment. They will have more main gods joining, and a divine army led by Kartikeya himself, said to be equivalent in combat power to five Divine Will Legions.”

He wasn’t worried that these Hindustan gods wouldn’t put in effort. This was no longer a war of the Light World. If Slaanesh dominated this world, then this Chaos Lord would trace the faith marks of the Hindu Pantheon back to their main world.

In fact, the corruption of Slaanesh on the devotees of Indus had already begun to affect the Indus pantheon. By this time, even if they wanted to abandon their foothold in this world, they could no longer do so.

When the assembled gods heard the phrase '700 billion gold shields,' their expressions relaxed slightly. As long as there was money, things could be handled. The current Alliance of Fate lacked not manpower but financial resources and materials, preventing them from equipping their warriors with sufficient powerful gear.

'700 billion? A bit petty. One could only say their chief god was somewhat wise! If Slaanesh's power continued to expand in Indus, it would only bring them catastrophe. I know them—those Indus gods are the last to lack money.'

Ishtar let out a sneer, expressing dissatisfaction, then her expression turned solemn: 'I think, since we can't force a decisive battle with the Aesir for a long time, what about directly attacking the Beast Empire's homeland? I don't believe they'll dare to retreat this time. Since they've dared to launch a terrorist attack of this scale, you can now lift the constraints on your divine nature, can't you, Andrei?'

Garcia Ferren, upon hearing this, immediately became eager for battle: 'The Bright World has been peaceful for five years, Your Majesty! I believe our people can now endure a large-scale war.'

Prometheus was not entirely in agreement, but in the end, he smiled bitterly: 'I've noticed that over the past two days, public opinion everywhere has leaned toward revenge. They are very angry at the Aesir's actions, and I expect this sentiment will only intensify.'

Thus, even if their ruler disagreed, they would ultimately be pushed by the people toward war.

'I have been considering it all along.'

As soon as Li Mochen finished speaking, he noticed Athena, seated in the third seat below him, frowning in deep thought. His heart stirred, and he directly asked: 'Lady Athena, if you have any thoughts, feel free to speak them out.'

Athena set aside her stray thoughts and looked at Li Mochen: 'Your Majesty, my "Wisdom" tells me that they are waiting for an upcoming opportunity. Moreover, the participants this time may not be limited to the parties currently on the table.'

'You mean new players who haven't yet appeared?'

Li Mochen could not afford to disregard the judgment of this goddess of wisdom. Athena's divine authority of 'Wisdom' allowed her to perform deductions akin to the 'prophecy' of truth, especially after she obtained an artifact called the 'Crown of Wisdom' from Anthony two years ago.

—That was, in fact, a super magical energy computer, differing only in materials and construction methods. Its computing power was 13,000 times that of the world's top-ranked super quantum computer 'Kunpeng' from Huaxia.

It is worth mentioning that computers of the same model as the 'Crown of Wisdom' were also held by Angela, Li Mochen, and Anthony, each possessing one.

Li Mochen pondered for a long time, then suddenly teleported to the top floor of the Destiny Manor's magic tower. Through the dome's array, he scanned the starry sky, especially the void surrounding the Bright World.

At first, he found nothing, but this time Li Mochen was extremely patient. He began to carefully distinguish the spectra of the celestial bodies, simultaneously engaging in frantic calculations. He even connected to all the computers within the Bright World using his own divine authorities related to 'Network,' 'Program,' and 'Programming.'

After about ten minutes, the power that had been obscuring Li Mochen's perception faded, and the truth gradually unfolded before his eyes.

Then Li Mochen drew in a breath of cold air: 'Khorne!'

Those were the Blood Feast Worms he had once dealt a heavy blow to, but now the worm lords sailing through the outer void had far surpassed their numbers from a few years ago. Tens of thousands filled the void.

By the time Li Mochen returned to the military council chamber on the twenty-eighth floor of the magic tower, the atmosphere had turned exceedingly cold and grim; everyone's brows were tightly furrowed.

"That is to say, these Blood Feast Worms can reach the outskirts of the Bright World in at most five days."

Chiron, who had been temporarily invited as an advisor to attend the council, said with a grave expression: "Then I suspect the Lord of Khorne and Slaanesh have joined forces. They usually don't do this, and they often conflict with each other. Unless it's prey they cannot take alone or that they find valuable. Your Majesty, you should feel honored."

Li Mochen, however, felt no honor at all: "I invited you here to give us advice, Prince Chiron!"

"Of course."

Chiron sighed: "But the problem is that these Blood Feast Worms are new toys crafted by the Alagu people for the Lord of Khorne. Our understanding of them is very limited, perhaps even less than yours. Only in terms of how to resist Khorne's power can I give you sufficient guidance."

"The Alagu people?"

"They come from the same place as the Moshlans, also fellow townsmen of that Emperor."

Chiron explained casually: "Let's talk about Khorne. He is also known as the Blood God of Chaos, the most brutal and destruction-loving of the Five Chaos Gods. He represents uncontrollable belligerence, mindless madness, and a rolling sea of blood that drowns the battlefield. His followers have an insatiable thirst for blood, and Khorne's cruelty and anger do not change based on friend or foe. So never underestimate his corruption."

He swept his gaze over those present: "Khorne is公认 the stupidest of the Five Chaos Gods, but what he excels at is dragging everyone into a mindless state. He uses endless war to plunge people into boundless hatred, violence, and slaughter. Once you indulge in it, you fall into his grasp. Later, I will communicate with Prince Anthony to create some unique badges and jewelry that can guard your minds and ward off his corruption."

"Also, since the Lord of Khorne is interfering, Your Majesty need not fight alone. You can seek aid from the surrounding worlds, and you will surely receive a response. Resisting Chaos is a common need of all civilizations. But time is a problem; for now, distant water may not quench a nearby fire."

After all, those swarms would arrive in five days.

Carlson, the 'God of Microorganisms, Viruses, Bacteria, and Vaccines,' who had deeply studied the Blood Feast Worms, offered advice: "It's best to block them in the outer realm. Their survival and reproduction abilities are strong, and their digestive capacity is astonishing—almost any substance can be their food. They are ten thousand times more terrifying than locusts. In the outer realm, we can still limit their numbers, but once they enter the Bright World, this war will be extremely difficult."

The faces of the gods were very grim. Slaanesh, the Aesir, Gaia, Zeus, and others had already placed heavy pressure on them.

If they were to intercept these Blood Feast Worms in the outer realm, they would have to field at least an equivalent force.

Prometheus, holding onto hope, asked: "Carlson, can you organize another viral offensive?"

"I can try, but the likelihood of success is low. They will surely be on guard."

Carlson spread his hands: "Over these five years, I have never stopped studying their genes, but the current difficulty is getting these bacteria and viruses inside them."

Li Mochen suddenly spoke up at this moment: "Garcia, have the staff revise 'Project Thunder' and execute the first part of the plan immediately."

Garcia Ferron's expression turned slightly solemn. 'Project Thunder' was one of the strategies for the Ten Thousand Beasts Empire formulated by the staff, involving twelve million troops distributed across several archipelagos on the periphery of the Asa Continent, invading the homeland of the Ten Thousand Beasts Empire.

Over the past few years, the Alliance of Fate had not been idle; almost all the islands surrounding the Asa Continent had been taken, forming a relatively loose island chain.

The first part of the plan was to mobilize troops and conscript seven hundred divisions of reserves from America and the Australian mainland.

"Then, Your Majesty, which part do you wish to revise?"

"The operational objective!"

Li Mochen waved his hand, manifesting a map before him: "No more consideration of occupation, no more concern for casualties among the Ten Thousand Beasts Empire's people. This battle aims to maximize the destruction of the empire's war potential! Before those Blood Feast Worms arrive, I need this nation to completely lose its combat capability!"

Ishtar smiled, her eyes showing appreciation. This was what she liked about Li Mochen—he remained calm in any crisis and did not hesitate to be ruthless when necessary.

"In addition—"

Li Mochen swept his gaze over those present: "Before the war on the Asa Continent begins, you all must accompany me on a journey. Over the past two years, there is one thing I have always wanted to do, but I have never been fully prepared. Originally, I planned to wait longer, but now I have no choice."

Most in the hall were baffled, except Anthony, who had a premonition and raised his eyebrows with strong anticipation.

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What Li Mochen wanted to do was a plan to hunt a star beast.

But this time, the situation differed from before. First, the star beast's lifespan had reached twelve million years, far more powerful than the rabbit-shaped star beast, and it likely wielded creation-level divine authority. Second, the surrounding circumstances were complex, and there might be those who would profit from the conflict.

However, at this moment, Li Mochen truly had no choice. Though it involved great risk, it was the only way to ensure the safety of the people under his protection during this divine war.

Li Mochen did not think he would lose to the Chaos Gods in this war, but what the Bright World would become in the end was entirely unknown. It was even possible that, under the ravages of the Blood Feast Worms, the world would shrink, completely losing the chance to become a God Above Gods.

The intelligence on this star beast was still provided by Zhuanxu. So when Li Mochen arrived, the True Martial Emperor was already waiting there. He looked at the gods and angelic kings led by Ishtar, Loki, and Heracles behind Li Mochen and could not help but admire.

"A few years gone, and Your Majesty's wings have grown! The lineup of the Fate Pantheon is quite notable even among the myriad realms."

Li Mochen smiled: "You flatter me, Senior Brother. I am not without knowledge; in the myriad realms, I am but a drop in the ocean, insignificant."

Though the current Fate Pantheon boasted as many as four divine kings and several others with sub-divine-king combat power, its overall quality was still extremely weak.

Take the Terra Empire, for instance: each of the Emperor's princes could contend with him head-on. Beyond that, the empire had over a hundred lords forming the Terra Lords' Council, among whom more than twenty were at the divine king level. The princes also had divine-king-level beings under their command.

This was currently the most powerful pantheon, but there were several in the myriad realms that could rival it. The Eastern Pantheon, to which Zhuanxu belonged, was not inferior in overall strength and even surpassed it in the number of immortals and gods.

Below them, there were over a dozen second-tier pantheons.

If ranked, Li Mochen's newly born pantheon would not even make the top hundred. Only in terms of potential did Li Mochen not belittle himself; given time, he would eventually stand at the pinnacle of the myriad realms.

Then Li Mochen solemnly bowed to Zhuanxu: "I must thank Senior Brother for your continuous support. Without it, I might not have won the Alaska War, and the Fate Pantheon would not be what it is today."

Athena behind him exchanged a glance with Loki, thinking that the Lord of Fate indeed had support from external forces.

But neither found this improper; every major pantheon in the Bright World had its backing, including the Aesir under Odin's leadership. However, in overall strength, they were far inferior to the Terra Empire.

"I think it's precisely because you won too brilliantly in the Alaska War that you face today's disaster."

Zhuanxu laughed heartily: "As they say, misfortune lies within fortune, and fortune hides within misfortune. Junior Brother, you managed the Fate Pantheon too solidly, so naturally you encountered a stronger backlash. If the Lord of Slaanesh hadn't been at a loss against you, He would never have joined forces with the Lord of Khorne."

Then his expression turned serious: "This time, your matter is quite risky. I've found you a helper."

He pointed to a Taoist beside him: "This is an avatar of my senior brother Guangcheng, specially here to lend you a hand."

Li Mochen had already noticed this person. Upon hearing this, he immediately composed himself and bowed: "Greetings to Immortal Master Guangcheng."

Though he belonged to the Shangqing lineage of the Jie Sect, he greatly admired this senior brother of the Chan Sect, both for his character and for his profound aura and Dao resonance, as vast as the myriad stars.

Li Mochen only wondered how Zhuanxu had managed to invite him. Although the legendary Emperor Zhuanxu was a Xuanwu spirit reincarnated as a human and had extensive connections in both the Chan and Jie Sects,

this senior brother of the Chan Sect had long achieved the status of Hunyuan Wuji Taishang Daluo Golden Immortal and had not involved himself in worldly affairs for ages.

"The Chan and Jie Sects are originally one family; call me Senior Brother."

Guangcheng waved his hand, and a surge of magical power forcibly lifted Li Mochen, while his expression turned solemn: "Do not wonder; it is because of the struggle for qi that I must come. However, this avatar's power is limited and cannot help you much."

He then earnestly instructed: "After this action, this avatar will surely perish. So I must say some things in advance. Among the Five Chaos Gods, Khorne, Tzeentch, Nurgle, and Slaanesh are all evil bodies severed by the Emperor, akin to the Three Corpses, but not controlled by Him. They contend with each other; if the Emperor wins, He attains the Supreme Dao; if the Chaos Gods win, ninety percent of the realms in the myriad worlds will turn into chaos. Junior Brother, you must handle this properly. In particular, the things in the Dark Abyss of Sin must not be touched by Khorne or Slaanesh."