Chapter 622: “Compassionate Father

Chaos Evil Gods—or rather all interdimensional beings' favor toward Astate—stems from the fact that they are all immensely powerful individuals with an extremely strong will.

The implication is that if one can successfully corrupt an Astate and gain their worship…

Even a single Astate can elevate a low‑rank demon to a mid‑rank demon, effectively overseeing millions—or even tens of millions—of followers, which is one reason Astates are so "in demand."

The fall of humanity in the Zero‑Three Universe directly strengthens the Chaos forces.

Weak demons seek to corrupt Astates so they can continue to thrive in interdimensional space—and thrive even more—whereas powerful demons, even perverse or treacherous evil gods, do it simply for "the game."

Bored.

Just like players who love the "Give Him Love" series, when bored they always enjoy controlling game characters to slaughter, splurge, and chase *** in a virtual world—just to pass the time.

What could be more interesting than a plot that deceives and corrupts an OriginalBody a thousand‑fold, even ten‑thousand‑fold stronger than an Astate, then has that OriginalBody lead an Astate army to rebel against the Emperor‑father?

However, Terror simply desires war, slaughter, and blood, while Filth is…

"Compassion"…

That stinking, foul‑smelling creature truly acts out of "compassion," wanting all living beings to grasp the "true meaning of life."

After the Primary Universe completed its campaign against the Zero‑Three Universe, it gathered many deeds of Chaos Interstellar Warriors, including records of the Death Guard.

In the thirty‑second year of Helusi Lupecar's rebellion, an agricultural planet still under Empire control was invaded by alien beings that also carried pathogens, causing a massive plague.

The locals' pleas to the Empire went unanswered, so they were forced to abandon the "Imperial Truth" and pray to the so‑called "God of Life" for help.

Unexpectedly, the "God of Life" actually answered their prayers.

Not long after, the Death Guard's triple‑plague strike dispatched seven tactical squads to the planet, easily exterminating the aliens.

Only the plague the aliens brought did not subside.

The local residents bowed and knelt before the towering yet swollen, corpulent Chaos Interstellar Warrior shrouded in dense green mist, hoping it could save the planet and their lives.

However, the Chaos Interstellar Warrior, with a foul‑smelling mouth, bluntly declared that if the town's children untouched by disease were offered as sacrifice, they would help the locals dispel the plague.

This sparked a frenzy among the residents.

The supporters said, "Only the children die! Yet it lets the rest of us survive! And without the children, we can keep reproducing!"

The opponents replied, "Those are children! They represent our future, our hope! We cannot do this!"

Yet, over ninety percent of the supporters swiftly executed the dissenters who tried to resist and protect the children, then offered tens of thousands of plague‑free children to the Chaos Interstellar Warrior.

After the Chaos Interstellar Warrior took the children, it told the locals, "The mutations and pain you experience are not a plague but a Blessing; you must try to accept it, adapt to it, enjoy it."

Having said that, the Chaos Interstellar Warrior and the children returned to the fleet stationed in low Earth orbit, leaving the so‑called "Blessed" agricultural planet behind.

Eventually, the taken children underwent the Chaos Interstellar Warriors' training and modification; those who survived became members of the Death Guard.

Conversely, the locals who sacrificed others—or even their own children—to survive all turned into walking corpses.

Is this a satire of humanity?

Perhaps.

Regardless of whether the locals chose selfishness or selflessness, the Chaos Interstellar Warrior—or the Filth behind it—could not dispel the plague.

If one prays to an evil god, the outcome is always worse than death; perhaps death is true happiness, yet that does not hinder Filth's "benevolence."

The locals indeed escaped the threats of death and plague—no doubt.

This explains why, when the Cursed Legion and the Great Demons of Terror sparked a war across the entire interdimensional space, Filth did not join the fight immediately.

Filth does not wish to involve itself in the so‑called fighting and killing.

Isn't it nice for a group of "people" to sit together and sip the "sweet‑fragrant" broth it cooked?

At that moment…

Clang!!

Clang!!

The clash of axe versus sword, claw versus sword not only emitted deafening metallic shrieks outward, but also pushed the entire demon realm to the brink of collapse.

The two "gods" who hadn't yet activated their "giant elephant" forms—both wielding five‑ to six‑meter bodies—were already locked in an indecipherable melee.

It seemed evenly matched…

One could say that Constantine and the Imperial Guard watching from afar could not discern the struggle between their father and the evil god; they simply assumed their father held the advantage.

The fact was indeed so.

Boom!!

Sui Bian thrust a knee straight into Terror's abdomen, sending the evil god dozens of meters away.

Terror then performed an agile somersault in the air, landing on tiptoes.

The two "gods" remained in silent standoff.

Then…

"Hahahahaha!!! So exhilarating! This is just too awesome!! I haven't had such a rousing fight in ages! So exhilarating!" Terror shouted, raising both hands excitedly.

Immediately after, Terror flicked his hand, tossing the battle‑axe and sword back beneath the brass throne, then looked at Sui Bian and said, "Completely satisfied":

"No wonder it's you, old buddy, you know what gifts can make me happy—no problem! Whatever bird‑people, whatever half‑demons, I'll cut them all for you! Hahaha!!"

At that moment Terror's mood was at its peak, and his confidence swelled to the extreme.

Nearly ten million units of war fervor, sourced from Astates (Astates modified with G‑gland surgery), propelled Terror in an instant to become the unrivaled strongest Chaos deity.

Indeed, Sui Bian gave Terror a "boost" before the fight precisely so Terror could enjoy himself, sparing him from having to act as a riddler and deceive others.

When you ask someone for a favor, you must give a gift.

Although Sui Bian also likes "free tickets," fighting a bout that costs nothing is a perfect chance to stretch his muscles.

And Terror hadn't noticed that the number of crimson runes on its own plate armor had noticeably decreased compared to before Sui Bian and his party entered its domain.

However, Sui Bian, standing opposite Terror, instantly sensed this change.

It seems that receiving emotional gifts from an Astate imbued with pure Spiritual Energy can indirectly affect Terror.

Perhaps it's due to the synergy with the plague‑doctor's special medicine that this phenomenon occurs?

Going back, we can study the plague properly.

"You're too polite," Sui Bian said, sheathing the Emperor's Sword and returning the Emperor's Claw to storage. "After all, you need to hold the front against all the scum's full assault, and also drag the human‑demon down with you."

"No problem, but before that I have a question that needs your clarification," the Fearsome Tormentor suppressed his wild laugh and, quite seriously, asked Sui Bian: "Did you really give it your all just now?"

"If I did, my plan would be hindered," Sui Bian replied, missing the point.

Hearing that, the Fearsome Tormentor fell into a silence.

After a long while, the evil god finally turned toward the brass throne, then turned again to sit, facing Sui Bian and the reassembled Kang Sitan Ting and the Imperial Guard beside him, and in a rather flat tone said to the uninvited guests:

"I will keep my promise."

After speaking, the Fearsome Tormentor and its brass throne vanished.

But the Fearsome Tormentor's demon realm spewed lava, as if saying, "You're not welcome here, get out."

Seeing this, Sui Bian raised his hand, cloaking himself and his sons in golden light, and used Spiritual Energy to teleport away.

In less than a blink, Sui Bian and his party returned to the mid-level demon's demon realm they had left.

At this moment, the Plague Doctor and Magnus had finished the "surgery," and the demon realm had returned to its original state, exuding a nauseating rot.

Along with the fleeing demon maidservants, demonesses and some beasts, they all returned to the manor, continuing to serve demons of higher rank.

As for the mid-level demon that had pretended to be dead and asleep earlier, it had already returned to the palace at the core of the realm.

But upon close observation, one can easily see that every demon trembles, even their serving and pleasing motions seem forced, like a coerced performance.

Their master—the same mid-level demon—also sits in its own palace, trembling with fear.

The palace's architectural style is extravagant yet exquisitely beautiful; on the massive columns surrounding the hall are murals and carvings imprinted from living beings.

Among the surrounding foliage are numerous instruments supported by bone and sinew, played by trembling demon maidservants.

Hmm, quite a lewd characteristic.

Inside the palace hall are eye‑catching jewels, a long dining table piled with delicacies, causing plenty of food to spill onto the spotless, reflective floor.

However, seated on the hall throne is not the realm's master but the Human Emperor clad in black‑gold armor.

Standing on the steps beneath the throne are OriginalBody Magnus of Tuthmos and Imperial Guard Commander Kang Sitan Ting.

And…

"Oh?! Really? Oh my heavens, it actually has that effect?!" The Plague Doctor, who can exclaim wildly at will, stands to the Emperor's left.

The Plague Doctor's excitement stems from learning about the Fearsome Tormentor's transformation from Sui Bian's words.

The doctor who always "wears" a beak mask pondered, glanced at the trembling mid-level demon nearby, and shook his head:

"No, that patient can't endure more; we should find another… hmm… with a stronger physique (i. e., greater Spiritual Energy capacity)."

Hearing that, Sui Bian also shifted his gaze to the mid-level demon.

!!!

Startled by the Human Emperor's stare, the mid-level demon quickly averted its eyes and retreated more than ten steps before daring to stay in the hall.

"Ah, Mr. Sui, you see, brainwashing is a myth; if you damage their minds so they can't act flexibly, it's not worth it. So I simply let the patient feel real pain, and it willingly works for us—simple logic," the Plague Doctor explained with a calm smile.

"Fine," Sui Bian said, offering no judgment on the Plague Doctor's actions, then looked down at Magnus and Kang Sitan Ting and began his analysis:

"If the doctor's special drug, combined with my pure Spiritual Energy, can truly disperse chaos, it would be an unexpected breakthrough in hastening the purification of the Sea of Souls."

Therefore, Magnus, you and your Sackmight (Tuthmos Honor Guard) should, within the Alternate Dimension, attempt to capture a great demon under the evil god's command.

I will have Kang Sitan Ting assist you; remember, the doctor needs the great demon for experiments, so be sure to keep safety.

The great demon can indeed be instantly killed by you in the Physical Universe, but within the Alternate Dimension its true power will no longer be bound by physical laws.

Being extremely careful is always right.

"Yes, father," Magnus and Kang Sitan Ting replied in unison.

Immediately after, the OriginalBody and the Imperial Guard Commander turned in succession and walked out of the hall.

As they left, the mid-level demon convulsed uncontrollably, fearing another bout of inhuman abuse.

Sui Bian raised an amused eyebrow, watching the cowering fellow with interest.

Over two hundred years ago, the Alternate Dimension was an absolute taboo.

Back then, a scummy mid-level demon named Sa Mai Er successfully corrupted the Arcadia Law Enforcement Officer and nearly sacrificed hundreds of millions of humans.

He also personally went to Arcadia, releasing Spiritual Energy to cleanse it.

Even now he recalls that, despite the aid of black‑gold armor, after unleashing planetary‑level Spiritual Energy he still became weak, needing Leon and Kelakesi's support to recover.

Now?

If a mid-level demon dared enter the Physical Universe, without the Grey Knight's intervention, the local residents of the Human Empire together with the law officer could likely handle it.

As for why the Alternate Dimension originally terrified everyone, believed to be a one‑way trip, it became the prime spot for D-1999 and the Regulatory Department (similar to a tribunal) to boost year‑end bonus performance.

Even the evil god must deliberately avoid the Human Empire and its emperor's edge.

At this moment, Sui Bian only wishes to say in his heart, "Kou may go, I may also go; now offense and defense have shifted."

Of course, Sui Bian is confident that in a one‑on‑one scenario he can eliminate and absorb any evil god, even a Fearsome Tormentor that has been amplified, but if the evil god also adopts humans' un‑chivalrous gang‑fighting, he truly couldn't win.

"Mr. Sui, that patient is now ready for deployment, and I have fully explained the cooperation plan (brainwashing + modification) to that kid Magnus."

Just as Sui Bian was briefly stunned, the Plague Doctor suddenly spoke, interrupting his thoughts.

?

Regaining his composure, Sui Bian gestured, "Speak plainly."

"It goes like this, Mr. Sui, I heard something emerged in the Zero‑Three Universe… a… a Ghost? What's it called again?"

"Space Death Spirit."

"Right, Space Death Spirit!" The Plague Doctor slapped Sui Bian's left arm armor hard, regardless of his reaction, and continued, "They say they have no souls? Hmm… strange, so I want to go to the Zero‑Three Universe and then capture… no, invite a Space Death Spirit to my research institute for thorough study, what do you think?"

(End of chapter)