Chapter 1841: Faith VS Faith

Faith VS Faith

"Dusk Society, Integration Faction, Fire-Stealers... that Chen Ling actually has such great energy?"

Eunuch Zuo looked at the scene of the multi-party chaotic battle below and couldn't help but doubt his life a bit.

Three Heretic organizations not accepted by the Human Domains had all actually stood on Chen Ling's side, clearing the way for him, blocking the defenders, and even dismantling the entire Outer Wall...

On what basis does a World-Ending Calamity possess such strong rallying power?

Have these guys gone crazy??

Eunuch Zuo carefully calculated the current situation. The Demigod battle inside the Red Dust Domain had not yet been decided, and the Bastion had already been turned upside down... Still that same sentence, the defensive strength in their Bastion was extremely massive. As long as they had enough time, suppressing the Dusk Society, Fire-Stealers, and Integration Faction was not a problem at all.

The only variable was Chen Ling who was currently charging straight toward the Red Dust Domain...

"The most urgent task is to first stop Chen Ling from entering the Red Dust Domain." Eunuch Zuo immediately spoke,

More than a dozen streams of light rapidly flew out from the Outer Wall battlefield, charging straight toward that black train speeding on the main road, their surging Rank 8 auras agitating in the air.

Eunuch Zuo watched the overwhelming Rank 8 auras fly toward the train, but the unease in his heart did not ease... Even though he could sense that Chen Ling was also merely Rank 8, he always felt that the other party was like a mysterious iceberg. One would never know exactly how much of its true appearance was exposed above the sea.

Perhaps, it was still safest to ask the other Dukes of the State for help as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, Eunuch Zuo slowly closed his eyes. The power of his thoughts rippled in his mind, seemingly wanting to contact something across space.

But in the next second, a bizarre blood-colored power suddenly acted like an invisible barrier, cutting off his thoughts and forcefully blocking them in the surroundings...

"...Huh?"

Eunuch Zuo was startled and opened his eyes in surprise.

An oppressive and dull blood-rust color had already enveloped the space around him. Heaven and earth seemed to have been covered with a layer of filter, making people instinctively feel dizzy... At the same time, those defenders who were originally still busy beside Eunuch Zuo had all frozen in place like sculptures.

Rustle——

The skin of the defenders slid down like sand and soil, revealing the blood vessels and muscles underneath, as well as the exposed ferocious facial features.

But then, these blood vessels and muscles also seemed to be peeled off layer by layer by someone, revealing the even deeper organs and skeletons... They were like human body models forcefully dismantled by some strange power. All the parts floated in the air layer by layer, allowing one to see thoroughly inside and out at a glance.

At the same time, Eunuch Zuo could barely make out that above the heads of these defender "models", there were mysterious threads, some thick, some thin, some illusory, some solid, extending straight toward the sky until they disappeared into the void leading to who knows where.

"This is..." Eunuch Zuo's brows furrowed tightly.

"It's their 'Faith'."

A voice came from behind Eunuch Zuo.

He turned his head to look and saw a woman wearing a black dress, with long hair like a waterfall, walking over slowly from among the countless flying "models".

"In this world, everyone has Faith... Some people believe in money, some believe in power, some believe that good people get good rewards, and some believe that pleasing oneself is greater than everything else." Liu Qingyan spoke calmly,

"Faith is the inner drive of human behavior. But Faith itself has no right or wrong, only its strength determines whether a person is fragile or strong..."

"Believing in money to the extreme can also make one unafraid of life and death, invincible; believing in karma can also make one's spirit clean, akin to a Buddha."

"These people's Faith is turbulent and unstable. With just a light strike, it will fall apart."

"As for you..."

Liu Qingyan raised her eyes, her gaze looking at the thick and solid thread of Faith above Eunuch Zuo's head that extended to somewhere in the firmament, her expression somewhat complex.

"Your Faith is firm and powerful, truly rare in the world."

"And what it points to is not some nihilistic concept, but exactly like me... a specific person."

Eunuch Zuo carefully sized up Liu Qingyan, seemingly not expecting that there was such a powerful Rank 8 Path of the Courtesan in the Dusk Society. He instantly tensed his whole body, as if facing a formidable enemy.

"You are the opponent of mine that Thief Saint mentioned?" He snorted coldly,

"Your Majesty rules over all living beings, millions of people live in peace and work happily, no longer suffering from wind, snow, hunger, and cold. Punishing internal thieves, beheading world-enders, stabilizing the universe... he is a wise ruler rarely seen in thousands of years, to whom the mandate of heaven belongs... With Your Majesty here, what Divine Being do I still need to believe in, what Causality do I need to believe in?"

"But you..."

Eunuch Zuo looked at Liu Qingyan icily, "You and I both follow the Path of the Courtesan, we should have already had something to hold on to in our hearts, yet you are willing to serve a World-Ending Calamity, offering your Faith to the enemy of humanity... truly stupid to the extreme."

Liu Qingyan's gaze turned cold, "You people have no right to judge what kind of person Red King, My Lord is."

"And you people have no right to make an enemy of Your Majesty." Eunuch Zuo also responded.

Under the blood-rust colored firmament, the air suddenly fell into a dead silence.

After a brief silence,

The two figures charged toward each other simultaneously!

The auras of two Rank 8 Path of the Courtesan agitated in the air. Two Faith threads, one black and one red, also danced wildly in the void. They represented the will of their respective Faiths, stabbing toward the other party's throat!

Clang——!!!

A piercing explosion resounded through the clouds.

...

Fireworks bloomed in the air. The whistling train drove across the main road, stirring the sky full of Playing Cards to fly and dance.

The residual shadows of several Dusk Society members sped among the flying Playing Cards, clearing out all the people in front of the train, ensuring the train moved forward at full speed without obstacles.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Chen Ling stood just like this at the front of the train, the hem of his Theatrical Robe dancing wildly in the wind...

He seemed to have noticed something and looked back behind him.

More than a dozen Marquis of Thoroughness radiating Rank 8 auras were currently like densely packed black dots, diving toward here.

"Chen Ling is there!"

"Stop him before he barges into the Red Dust Domain!!"

"Don't care anymore, no one hold back, keep him here at all costs."

"What are you doing? Idiot! You will accidentally injure the people like this!!"

"..."

Among the dozen or so Marquis of Thoroughness, several of them had already completely lost their sense of propriety, not hesitating to unleash their most powerful attacks, rumbling as they smashed toward that train...

And outside the main road, there were still many bewildered residents and residences that were also enveloped in the range of the attacks.

Balls of scorching fireballs resembling suns continuously enlarged in the terrified eyes of the people. They wanted to flee, but their bodies were as stiff as sculptures in place, unable to move even a single step.

At the same time,

The corners of Chen Ling's vermilion mouth curled up slightly, and a trace of contempt and disdain flashed in his eyes.

The sky full of attacks smashed down toward the train and the surrounding residential buildings like raindrops.

On the roof of the train,

The Thespian didn't look back, just casually flicked the sleeve of his Theatrical Robe...

Those several rounds of scorching suns that were enough to blast this domain into powder suddenly seemed like fragile flames burning gently on a match, directly turning into black smoke and diffusing in the air.