Chapter 94: War is a Business

Chapter 94: War is a Business

Aphnora deliberately shook her head and sighed, "I originally wanted to assist our ally and share some of his burden. But our ally is far too self-sufficient, making this trip of mine rather unnecessary."

As she spoke, she pointed at the Virtual Scroll unfurled within the Church.

The scroll's display instantly split into two.

One side showed Yu Sheng'an besieging Sparda;

The other depicted the God of War's assault on Edga.

"A demon army? Could it be... the Internet God holds authority related to demons?"

As longtime adversaries of the God of War, the Gods of Fertility, Plague, and Misfortune were quite familiar with his tactics. Thus, their attention was mostly fixed on the Internet God.

When they saw the endless tide of demonic forces outside Sparda's walls, the three gods were utterly stunned.

The God of Misfortune even gasped aloud.

It wasn’t that they lacked composure—it was just that in the known primary domain, the Abyss was the most vast and unfathomable, once coveted by countless deities.

Yet, in the end, all gods had abandoned their ambitions, and none had ever succeeded in recruiting demons into their ranks, let alone forming them into a proper army.

The God of Fertility did command a legion of demon-blooded offspring, but they carried only traces of demonic lineage—hardly true demons.

For true demons were twisted, chaotic, and mad.

At times, they were as wise as sages; at others, as deranged as wicked infants; and still other times, as cunning as devils.

Controlling a few was manageable, but organizing them on a large scale? Impossible.

In their memories, only Tang En, the God of Contracts, had ever truly commanded a demon army. Never had they imagined another would emerge now.

On the screen, an endless horde of demons surged toward the God of War's Legion. Though their formation was chaotic, their ferocious combat prowess left the Legion barely able to defend itself.

"What is this—"

"The authority of life?!"

Before the footage had played for more than a few seconds, the three gods were shocked once more.

They clearly saw that even after suffering severe injuries—losing limbs or worse—many demons continued fighting with undiminished vigor, their grievous wounds healing in an instant.

Only a handful of demons, those subjected to utterly devastating blows—such as having their heads obliterated—were truly slain.

These traits were unmistakably characteristic of the Undying Legion under the God of Life.

No wonder the demon army was overwhelming the God of War's Legion!

The three gods wore expressions of horror and disbelief.

Just as they marveled at the complexity of the Internet God's authorities, the Sparda divine shield suddenly rippled with unstable fluctuations.

Seizing this moment, an invisible attack struck the divine shield.

It was called "invisible" because none could discern the nature of the assault—only the abrupt distortions in the shield revealed its existence.

At the center of the hemispherical shield, a blinding light erupted, sending violent waves of energy cascading outward like raging tides, one after another!

Clearly, the shield had endured a terrifying blow.

Pop!

A crisp shattering sound abruptly rang out from the scene.

The Sparda divine shield had broken!

"For Sparda!"

A thunderous roar erupted from the city walls, shaking heaven and earth!

Those were the last remaining military police and reserves of Sparda.

Most of them were retired veterans—old, weak, or disabled!

They charged madly toward the demon army, buying precious time for the Church to reactivate its divine shield.

"Boom—"

At that moment, endless sounds of collapse, crumbling, and screams erupted from the city.

The warriors who had been rushing frantically toward the battlefield froze in their tracks, turning to look behind them.

To their horror, they saw the city collapsing!

The Church—no, the entire city—was falling apart!

The God of War's Legion stood dumbfounded, staring in disbelief at the crumbling Sparda. It was as if the very foundation of their spirit had collapsed along with it.

The Undying Demon Army surged into the city like a storm, rushing greedily toward the souls brimming with sharpness—eager to feast!

"Open the Internet, and you shall be spared!"

A low shout, like a gospel of salvation, echoed through the ruined city.

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At the same time, on the battlefield of Edga, the God of War's Legion—which had been enduring the magical bombardment of the Three Great Gods of Magic—suddenly halted.

Countless warriors stared in terror at the scene unfolding in the sky.

These were men who could watch their comrades die before their eyes, who could march forward even over the steaming corpses of their brothers—yet now, their spirits were on the verge of breaking.

Sparda was their capital, one of their spiritual pillars.

If even their capital had fallen, what was the point of continuing this war?

"Woo—"

The war horns roared, but the God of War's Legion stood in confusion.

The once-ferocious undying Battle Spirits now wavered, on the brink of disintegration.

When morale crumbled, so too did the Legion.

"Internet God, I will personally destroy every last one of your preaching zones!"

A furious declaration reverberated across the battlefield.

"I'll be waiting," Yu Sheng'an replied calmly.

"Woo—"

This time, the horns finally signaled retreat.

"You think you can just come and go from Keville as you please? None of you are leaving!"

"Attack! Attack! Attack!"

"Kill them all!"

From the city walls, the Three Great Gods of Magic roared in unison.

The sudden assault by the Five Great Righteous Gods had long since filled them with rage.

Yu Sheng'an's successful destruction of Sparda not only stunned them but also ignited their morale and courage.

Before this, if the God of War had retreated, they would have cheered in relief—never daring to pursue.

They had feared both a sudden counterattack and the possibility of provoking the God of War into an endless war of annihilation.

Especially the latter—the God of War was absolutely capable of it.

But now, they were no longer afraid.

An endless war? Fine! Then let the battle of mutual destruction play out to the end.

Trading Edga for Sparda? A fair exchange!

At this moment, surging mana gathered around the Three Great Gods of Magic.

"For Keville! For the Internet God!"

Countless mages, knight attendants, and even puppets let out hysterical roars as they charged out of the city.

Streaks of blazing white light streaked across the sky, rapidly expanding in the warriors' vision before crashing down upon the God of War's Legion.

It was the Fire Rain Meteors!

The undying Battle Spirits above the Legion howled, transforming into towering waves to meet the descending meteor shower.

But with morale shattered, the Battle Spirits no longer held their former might!

"Boom!"

The Fire Rain Meteors instantly pierced through the undying Battle Spirits, crashing into the phalanx and sending limbs flying in all directions. The earth trembled violently at this moment.

The ground shook as fire-elemental giant puppets struggled free from the earth's grasp, lunging toward flesh-and-blood creatures.

Even the shadows of the God of War's Legion suddenly came to life, turning against their own masters in a treacherous strike.

"Begone!"

The God of War roared in fury. Countless crimson vapors surged from his legion, transforming into blood-red undying Battle Spirits that clashed with Keville's counterattack.

The attacking mages of Keville, their eyes abruptly bloodshot, found their minds consumed by bloodlust, completely losing their reason. They recklessly unleashed magic, their spells indiscriminately slaughtering both enemies and allies alike.

This was the God of War's authority—Bloodthirsty Frenzy!

In an instant, the battlefield, which had been on the verge of quieting, descended into chaos once more due to Keville's counteroffensive and the God of War's outburst.

For a time, the clamor of battle and agonized screams shook the land.

Yet inside Belen Cathedral, a deathly silence reigned, so quiet that the drop of a needle could be heard.

The Gods of Fertility, Plague, and Misfortune stood dumbfounded, staring at the ruins of Sparda, their hearts as if trampled by the Titans.

That was Sparda, the God of War's capital in the Azeroth Domain!

Even with its elite forces deployed, it shouldn't have been so weak!

And what exactly was the power of the Internet God? How could such a massive city collapse in an instant?

Did this mean that, when facing the Internet God in the future, even the slightest flaw in their divine shields would spell instant and total defeat?

Shock, terror, awe, disbelief, unpreparedness—countless emotions swirled within the three gods.

"Gentlemen, I have a proposal. Would you care to hear it?"

Aphnora watched their stunned expressions with a mix of disdain and immense satisfaction.

My choice was indeed the right one!

"Lady Aphnora, what is it?" The God of Fertility forced a smile and gave a slight bow.

"Are you interested in Sparda?"

"What?" The God of Fertility was taken aback.

"It's in ruins. What use is it to us?" The God of Plague couldn't help but interject.

"Indeed, it's the God of War's capital. Even if we took it, we couldn't hold it."

Yet the God of Fertility stared intently at Aphnora.

"Then... what is the price?"

The Gods of Plague and Misfortune were stunned, looking at the God of Fertility in disbelief.

The God of Fertility shook his head slightly, signaling them to remain silent, as a ripple of Soul Power whispered into their ears:

"We can't hold Sparda... but it can hold Belen Cathedral."

The Gods of Plague and Misfortune froze, then suddenly understood.