The Chaos Evil God Donatis was rather hesitant in the middle of the thick fog. Just a moment ago, he had been observing the enemy he had sworn to kill on the battlefield. But in the blink of an eye, he had fallen into the fog.
"He's able to forcefully change my location without me noticing?"
Even though he had experienced countless battles and faced powerful enemies from many dimensions, this abnormal scene still made him feel rather perplexed. Even though his expression didn't change at all, he couldn't help but feel rather uneasy.
When facing a powerful enemy who had an advantage in power, splitting them up and then annihilating them was a common tactic. Obviously, he had been split up and was now alone.
"Clang!"
Donatis didn't move. He stuck his greatsword into the ground as if he had closed his eyes and entered a meditative state again. But in reality, he was using his unique combat intuition to observe the distorted world around him.
But what he was waiting for wasn't reinforcements. Instead, it was the fog that was becoming thicker and thicker. He couldn't even see his own fingers when he stretched out his hand. But at some unknown time, the fog was now tainted with the scent of blood and blood.
"Asmo?"
In his mind, his heroic spirit aide-de-camp, the fallen hero who always kept his cool and could give him wise and decisive advice at any moment, did not immediately respond to him. Instead, the reply he received was a strange roar that did not have much rationality left in it.
"Ah … Why can't I kill them all … Die, die! All of you, die! "
Due to the strange interference, the other Valkyrie members were also sending him messy messages, as if they had gone insane.
And within the range of his senses, all of his subordinates had lost their sense of direction and location. Even though they could sense that they were nearby, they couldn't see or receive any response.
Donatis was rather astonished. Unlike the Demon Lords who summoned cannon fodder to be expended, Donatis, who was known as the Incarnation of War, only looked up to the truly brave. Rather than saying that there weren't any weaklings in his Valkyrie Temple, it would be more accurate to say that the weaklings had already been exhausted in endless battles.
The ones he had summoned to this battlefield were the elites of Valkyrie, and the experts among them were not inferior to ordinary gods. How could they be gone just like that?
After entering this dimension, the fallen Valkyrie was recognized by the dimensional laws of this dimension. Not only was her Hades Mist of Death strengthened, she even possessed the most foundational undying nature just like her enemies. After all, this was a country of the dead to begin with.
Strengthening an opponent is stupid? This was the rule. Limit the target, limit the target, limit the result. As long as all the conditions were met, there shouldn't be any difference.
Unlike the Rule Force that could be manipulated in the outside world, under Roland's control, the Hades's Rule of Law carried a more "rigid" burden and at the same time, it also had a stronger "restriction" and "adaptability".
"Since the rules have already been set, how can they be trampled on at will? If the rules of Law could be changed based on someone else's identity, status, and characteristics, then what difference would it be from the original Church of the Gods? What need would there be for it to exist? "
Donatis didn't relax or feel lucky at all that his opponent had greatly strengthened his Valkyrie warriors. That was because Donatis knew that a Soul World was the soul world that Roland desired. Ever since he entered this world, Donatis had noticed how twisted and insane this world's natural laws were. Being able to create such a world was already proof of Roland's extreme stubbornness and insanity.
In this world where willpower could be transformed into actual power, the most difficult types to deal with were stubbornness and insanity. The former's extreme stubbornness would cause the natural laws of this world to become ridiculously restrictive and effective. As for the latter, nobody could predict what type of natural laws they would choose.
But just dealing with them like this wasn't a solution.
Finally, Donatis chose to take a step forward. The moment he took his first step, the entire world instantly distorted.
"… This is … a battlefield!"
That's right, it was blood-red. This was a boundless red wasteland. Even the ground was dyed red with blood. Countless souls were fighting against each other in this battlefield. There were ghost knights, butchers wielding kitchen knives, and the undying Valkyrie. No matter how powerful, glorious, or undying they were, they were all ordinary soldiers here.
This was the most berserk of battles. All the souls here had lost all sense of reason. They were using sharp blades to attack each other, using their claws and teeth to tear each other apart. They would tear off their own heads and intestines and throw them at each other. Their only thought was to tear apart the enemy before them. Every moment, an army flag would be cut down along with its owner, and the next moment, an equal number of souls would rise up.
Here, the strongest Valkyrie were no different from butchers. Their originally clear eyes were now filled with twisted insanity and bloodthirst. Some powerful existences were even crawling on all fours and biting each other like wild dogs. No matter if they were the venerated king or the glorious Valkyrie, they were nothing more than angry beasts driven by their instincts.
"Asmo? Dibor? Kari? "
Donatis was somewhat hesitant. He immediately saw several familiar figures, but his master's summons still hadn't received any response. These souls that had died and revived over and over again had long since lost their most basic sense of reason.
At the end of the red mist, the silver-robed and masked Roland stood there, seeming to be admiring the current scene.
"A righteous war? A Holy War to suppress evil? A war for living space? Stop joking around. Since all of you like to use various reasons to kill each other, then I'll give you a reason to kill each other here for all eternity, just like your favorite beasts. "
Donatis turned around and saw that his holy mage robe was currently glowing with the pure Light of Law. The malevolent skeleton was laughing maniacally in an evil manner. The crazed and twisted expression on its face caused even Donatis to be moved.
"Welcome to Hell. This is the first prison, the Bloodbath Purgatory. Those who willfully kill, war criminals, and bloodthirsty maniacs — yep, as well as so-called heroes — as long as they participate in war and take the lives of others, no matter what the reason, excuse, or identity is, they will all be sent to this prison."
Upon seeing Donatis, Roland, who was filled with evil intentions, suddenly bowed as if he was a hospitable host.
"Venerated War God, please forgive me for how simple this place is. However, I feel that this Bloodbath Purgatory is the most suitable place to receive the War God who is the incarnation of war. Do you like it? Or perhaps you don't like the impromptu performances of your subordinates? Or perhaps you intend to personally participate? "
The silent incarnation of war didn't respond. His heavy sword that glowed with a murky black light was his usual answer to Donatis' question.
But this time, his unstoppable heavy sword met its match. Within the red mist, a gigantic creature blocked the heavy sword.
When the red mist was no longer able to obstruct Donatis' vision, the gigantic creature within the mist revealed its true form. Even Donatis couldn't help but suck in a cold breath.
This was a terrifying gigantic creature. Its appearance was somewhat similar to that of a hellhound. Its blood-red body was like a gigantic mountain, and its gigantic tail was burning like a volcano. Its dog head was able to bite down on the War God's heavy sword.
It seemed to be dissatisfied with being restricted by its master. Its three heads roared continuously, and its blood-red eyes were filled with the joy of cruelty and wanton slaughter. Its limbs and tail were wrapped in the demonic flames of hell, and its venomous saliva melted everything in its path.
At this moment, its other two heads were still tearing and devouring souls. The souls that it was wantonly trampling on were the once-noble Valkyrie. Even though it was restricted by its master, the incarnation of rage still couldn't stop its slaughter.
"Oh my, my small body isn't any combat personnel. The ones to entertain you will be my little cuties — Xiao Bao and Xiao Bei …"
"Bastian! Bastian, the War Dog! "
"Woof!"
The huge dog's roar was filled with endless rage. Even though it was facing its master, the War Dog of Wrath, which had entered combat mode, was still unable to control its endless rage.
"Alright, since you've requested it, Xiao Bei."
"Bastian!"
"Yep, Xiao Bei! I got it, no need to emphasize it. "
"… Whatever you want."
In the end, the War Dog could only helplessly give up. However, Donatis didn't dare to underestimate the War Dog. Of course, he had already recognized the War Dog of Wrath. But now, no matter if it was in terms of power or aura, it was completely different.
"Rage, war, and slaughter. At the very least, it's a powerful God? So this is its Divine Kingdom … "
Donatis could sense that this gigantic beast was incomparably compatible with the Laws around it. It was as if this was its Divine Kingdom, and it was the master of this world. Donatis naturally became an invader that trespassed into its Divine Kingdom.
Even Aillé wouldn't be willing to actively invade the War God's Divine Kingdom. That would mean endless trouble and tremendous losses.
For Donatis, if the War God had previously been a slightly troublesome opponent, now it was likely that the War God was a slightly dangerous opponent.
Roland chuckled as he saw how the Chaos War God was becoming more and more cautious.
"Let me reintroduce myself. I'm the Hell King of the Seven Infernos of Hades. I'm the First Hell, the Blood Purgatory. I'm the Executioner of the Massacre Punishment. I'm the War Dog of Hades, the War Dog of Wrath …"
"Bastian!"
The War Dog of Wrath was the first to shout out his name. He was no longer able to suppress his rage, so he started attacking. Of his three heads, one spat out flames, one spat out ice, and the last one had the aura of death as he started biting and tearing. Even though he was facing a Chaos Main God, the War Dog of Wrath still chose to initiate a fight.
A vile stench and poisonous mist spread everywhere. Hell's flames were powerful enough to burn souls. Even a God would tremble when facing the War Dog of Wrath's charge.
However, the War Dog of Wrath was no ordinary God. Before the War God of Wrath's gigantic beast even got close, Wrath's heavy sword's brilliance directly tore through space.
Wrath's heavy sword sliced through space, leaving thin, flashing lines that constantly cut through space. The void behind the spatial tear was faintly visible, but the next instant, the entire spatial tear was repaired.
"So what if you're a powerful God? I've already killed countless souls with my sword. "
Wrath's heavy sword tore through space as the War God of Wrath's body suddenly fell down, creating a large crater in the ground as he crushed countless souls that were fighting each other.
"Ha, as expected of the undefeatable Chaos War God. But you'd better not underestimate my little —"
"It's Bastian!"
The War Dog of Wrath, which had already been reduced to pieces, roared angrily. The next instant, the War Dog of Wrath stood up once again, but this time, he was even taller than before. His power level had also increased by nearly 10%.
The War Dog of Wrath was furiously twitching. His already ridiculously large muscles became even thicker. Even the hellfire around his limbs became even fiercer.
Wrath would make the War Dog of Wrath even stronger. And, the dead in the Hell of Hades would never be able to die again. This was the same rule that applied to the Gods of Hades. In the Hell of Hades, how could the God of Hades, who was already dead, possibly die again?
If Donatis couldn't find a way to deal with this, Bastian's anger would only grow larger and larger. Donatis, the Chaos War God, who primarily focused on physical attacks, seemed to have met the most difficult opponent in the world to deal with.
The next instant, the War Dog of Wrath charged at Donatis yet again. This time, although he was much larger than before, his movements were much more agile.
The War Dog of Wrath unhesitatingly continued to attack Donatis. Perhaps the result would still be the same this time, but what about ten times, a hundred times, or even a thousand times? Perhaps even the Chaos Abyss' War God would fall one day.
"Chaos War God? Ptui! Don't remove the reputation that you obtained through slaughter? You're just a butcher and a vicious dog just like me! Come, let us fight to our hearts' content. "
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