Chapter 983: You

Everyone except Ang faced a constant threat—the Primordial Force—preventing them from acting recklessly or without restraint, not even kings dared speak of cutting down others.

Because even ordinary humans possessed Primordial Force, and there were even specialized swordsmen who cultivated it; these Chaotic Swordsmen were extremely powerful, capable of breaking defenses, meaning conflict with them could easily result in casualties.

Of course, one or two or even Qibage Chaotic Swordsmen weren’t a problem, but this was a vast alliance with billions of people and dozens of planes; when mobilized, Anthony could think of no better option than to flee.

Besides Chaotic Swordsmen, the Grand Councilor also commanded Chaos Revenants—Revenant Lords led by Brit, each possessing Chaos Force; the Revenant Bodies the Grand Councilor summoned with Royal Presence also carried Chaos Force.

The Grand Councilor was despicable—he gave each alliance house only Revenant Undead Soldiers without Chaos Force, mere purple-gold bone necromancers with brute strength.

If enemies judged the Grand Councilor’s power by these Revenant Undead Soldiers, they’d be utterly crushed when they finally charged in or declared rebellion, facing the Grand Councilor’s true elite—Ogar had clearly been fooled.

Now Ang had discovered yet another new Primordial Force—who knew how many hidden powers still lurked in this world? Faced with such a situation, Anthony’s innate caution (cowardice) kicked in, and his plans became as conservative as possible.

Fortunately, Little Wraith had arrived, giving Ang an endless supply of divine power as backing, allowing him to be a little reckless; otherwise, protecting the Primary Deity was his highest mission.

The enemy possessed Primordial Force, but except for those with soul links to Ang, the rest had no ability to counter it, meaning Ang and his few had to handle everything personally while everyone else could only do menial tasks.

“If we had more of these beads as weapons, everyone could stand on their own,” Anthony concluded.

“Not really? Even if Nagisha and these idiots got them, would they even be able to activate them when facing Chaotic Swordsmen?” Negrilis, though impressed by their power, doubted a single weapon alone could enable someone to stand alone.

Anthony said: “Not really? Have you forgotten the Annihilation Orbs? A single superior weapon can change the entire war pattern—just like cavalry, airships, or magic-crystal cannons. If we could make them activate in a special way, usable only by our people, that’d be even better.”

Du Luo raised his hand: “Leave it to me—it’s too simple, just make an activation casing.”

With that, the conversation was essentially over; everyone turned to look at Ang.

Ang shook his head: “No. Dawn Primordial Force.”

Anthony rubbed his nose: “If we want to mass-produce these Primordial Magic Eggs, Faladi alone won’t suffice. I wonder if the Dawn Goddess still exists? If she doesn’t, should we create a new Dawn Goddess?”

Negrilis rolled his eyes—damn, always talking about creating gods, like you could just make one? In the end, you’d still have to come to Ang.

Anthony immediately picked out some gifts and went to Faladi’s home: “Faladi, how many lovers have you witnessed uniting lately?” Anthony set down the gifts and asked kindly.

Faladi had been happy seeing Anthony arrive with gifts, but upon hearing the question, her mood instantly soured: “Only a dozen or so couples—how can you compare? You effortlessly tricked three kids into swearing off love, celibacy, and dedicating their entire lives to the God of Radiance—what kind of mind-altering herb did you feed them?”

Recently, Faladi had been delighted to bring together a dozen strangers into marriage, but compared to Anthony, her achievements were pure comedy.

In the same period, Anthony had already turned three people into fanatical worshippers of the God of Radiance, willing to sacrifice everything for their faith; fanatics rarely marry, directly opposing the Dawn Goddess—she was furious.

“Hehe, so sorry I stole your followers. How about you introduce me to the Dawn Goddess? I’ll apologize to her in person, how’s that?” Anthony smiled.

Faladi widened her eyes in feigned confusion: “Dawn Goddess? What Dawn Goddess? I don’t know who that is.”

Anthony smiled: “Your acting’s terrible—everyone in the village knows you’re the Dawn Goddess’s priestess. Denying it now is too late. If it’s inconvenient, just have the Dawn Goddess manifest a projection.”

Faladi waved her hand dismissively: “I lied to them! Every time they saw I was pretty, they started chasing me, hanging around my door all day—beauty attracts trouble. I had no choice but to claim I was the Dawn Goddess’s priestess, sworn to celibacy, childlessness, and lifelong devotion.”

“Hehe.” Anthony laughed, then suddenly stood and summoned his divine soul, a tall, majestic divine form instantly appearing on his body.

Anthony spoke slowly: “I am the emissary of the God of Radiance. This is the God of Knowledge. That fast rabbit is the God of Wind. The silver coin is the God of Commerce. There’s also the God of Cultivation, the God of Beauty, the God of Harvest—we all came here after being persecuted by the Holy Spirit Army in Phreli Empire.”

“This is the ‘Alliance Good Friend’ badge granted by the Grand Councilor. This is the oath of teaching authority signed between the Grand Councilor and me. This is the magical imprint from when the Grand Councilor swore the pact with us—bearing both parties’ seals to guarantee authenticity.” As he spoke, Anthony laid out documents, badges, and scrolls; finally, he shoved the last imprint scroll directly into Faladi’s hand.

Faladi, half-skeptical, couldn’t resist her curiosity and unrolled the scroll—suddenly, the scene of the Grand Councilor urging Anthony to spread faith sprang vividly to life within her mind.

“Tell the Dawn Goddess to join our Alliance of Gods. She will receive the Grand Councilor’s permission to preach openly. Do you want hundreds or even thousands of new couples to enter marriage under your witness?” Anthony asked.

Faladi had been indifferent to the idea of an Alliance of Gods or spreading faith—what did it matter to her? But when she heard “hundreds or thousands of new couples,” she immediately said: “Wait—I’ll relay it right away.”

Faladi disappeared into her room for a long while, then came out and said: “The Dawn Goddess agrees to meet you, but her location is sealed—there’s only a little over an hour left in the teleportation window. We don’t have a teleportation array here; we’ll have to wait until the next window opens to contact again.”

“Teleportation window? A barrier? A natural barrier? How often does it open? Give me the coordinates.” Anthony said.

“Every three to six months—I usually can’t reach the Dawn Goddess for three to six months. And why do you need coordinates? Can you reach the nearest teleportation array within an hour? The coordinates change each time the window opens—giving them to you would be useless.” Faladi said.

Anthony shook his head: “You can’t even manage non-physical teleportation? Give me the coordinates. I don’t have time to wait three or six months—if I miss this, I’ll just stop including you.”

“We have the Grand Councilor’s authorization—Revenant Undead Soldiers and Alliance elites won’t interfere with our preaching. But you? Once we control all plane’s faiths, I’ll issue an edict: no one of opposite genders may marry. Anyone caught in heterosexuality will be burned alive…”

Before Anthony finished speaking, Faladi hastily scribbled down the coordinates and muttered weakly: “You’re not even human. Disgusting.”