Blood War Fortress—1121.
The Judgnt Mist led him toward the center of the city.
At the rear of the central district was the entire administrative departnt of the Blood War Fortress.
In a place like this, it would be impossible to function without a certain degree of Order.
When they arrived at the entrance, he could see that the guards at the door were all at Level Thirteen.
No wonder this was the Abyss Blood Battle Battlefield—people at that Level of strength were only fit to be gate guards; the gold content of this damned place was really sothing else.
The Judgnt Mist led him along and said, "Those who participate in the Blood War are all free, and they can even obtain a certain share of free supplies within the Blood War Fortress.
However, most young Warriors, after taking part in one or two battles, will discover their own weaknesses and shortcomings, and then honestly join the main forces to wage war.
After all, if your strength isn’t enough, it’s hard to play much of a role in this kind of Abyss Blood War."
Kana nodded deeply in agreent with what the Judgnt Mist said.
He really wasn’t much when it ca to leading troops in battle, but he’d seen a lot. If you watch enough, even a pig will more or less understand so of the principles.
For intelligent beings like them, Order was their greatest Weapon; relying on collective warfare to slaughter those damned Demons was far more efficient.
"But for a God like you, naturally there aren’t many who can cooperate with you, so in most cases you act freely. The executive committee neither has the authority nor the Power to restrain you.
That said, the Gods who co here to take part in the Blood War will still, to so extent, consider the bigger picture and take part in so major battles, and when there’s nothing urgent, they exist as the final strategic deterrent."
After all, Gods weren’t so kind of thing you could see everywhere, even in the Abyss; they were all present as ultimate tactical deterrents.
Because on the Blood Battle Battlefield, when numbers are on your side, it’s not easy to actually defeat the opponent’s God; under normal circumstances, just being able to inflict damage is already very good.
After all, given a God’s Life form, it still takes so ti to recover after being injured, and that difference in ti becos an advantage in war.
Whether on the Demon side or the Alliance Army side, they would usually use that gap to tilt the situation on the Blood Battle Battlefield toward one side.
At this mont inside the fortress, the advisory committee mbers who were not on the front lines or who were resting had all taken their seats.
They had already heard the news of the Judgnt Mist’s arrival, though they didn’t know why this God, who was active on the First Blood Battle Battlefield, had suddenly co here.
An Elf general had been waiting for a long ti; when he saw the entering Judgnt Mist, he hurried up to et her, behaving with extre respect.
"Venerable."
The Judgnt Mist nodded and followed him into the conference room.
As the Judgnt Mist entered, everyone in the conference room rose to their feet and saluted, addressing her in various ways. Then they turned to Kana and gave him a bow as well, but, unsure how to address him, they kept silent.
But it was obvious that everyone here had already seen that Kana was also a God.
"This is a newly ascended God—[Blood-Silver Savior]."
The mont this divine title appeared, it instantly silenced everyone.
A God’s na was closely tied to their Power, actions, and identity, so what truly caught their attention was the identity hidden in the word "Savior."
To receive such an identity designation was no joke.
Many of them felt genuine joy from the bottom of their hearts, because this at least ant Kana was a good-aligned God, one firmly standing with the Order Faction, even on the side of lawful good Order, and that there was a high likelihood he wasn’t one of those neurotic Gods.
"You can just call Kana."
He didn’t really like others calling him "God" or similar titles; it sounded weird, or rather, he wasn’t used to it yet.
Listen to that: this God actually wants us to call him by his na—definitely an easy-to-talk-to, good God.
Just then, a cluster of light appeared in the conference room. Seeing this light, everyone present bowed respectfully.
From within the light, a humanoid being composed of nebula-like mist walked out—this was the very God who had been battling the enemy on the battlefield earlier. Judging by the look of things, the fight must have temporarily ended.
After he erged, he gave the Judgnt Mist a glance, but didn’t pay her much mind; instead, he focused his gaze on Kana.
Back on the battlefield, he had already clearly sensed the presence of another God, so he wasn’t surprised at all; on the contrary, he was rather curious about Kana.
He walked straight up to Kana. "A Child of the Stars—your world loves you. What is your divine na?" he asked, though he had no intention of seeking an answer from Kana, because for a God, such things could be seen at a glance.
"Savior—no wonder the world loves you, you... hmm?" The [Stardust War Colossus] let out a sound of surprise.
Hearing this sound, everyone present instantly lost their composure.
Because in the past few hundred years, they had never heard this kind of being—whose heart had turned toward the stars and who had taken form as a lifeform—show such emotion; upon ascending to Godhood, his emotions were of the relatively indifferent sort. For sothing to make him produce a surprised sound was truly eye-opening.
"What a tiny little star you are; you’ve only rotated a few dozen tis—so very tiny."
The Judgnt Mist seed to have been waiting for this scene. Though there was no smile on her face, the misty form of her body spread slightly; one could sense her mood.
"A few dozen tis?"
The host of the eting couldn’t hold back and asked.
He was also a Level Fifteen powerhouse standing before the Divine Gate.
For this Star Realm lifeform, one year equaled one rotation; this was akin to a basic Rule of the Star Realm.
Which ant this newly ascended God wasn’t even a hundred years old, only a few decades in Age.
What kind of concept was that?
Was that even right?
To use an inappropriate analogy—
It was like saying the winner of the Nobel Prize in Physics was a baby.
A naturally-born God?
This was the first possibility that echoed in everyone’s mind, but almost in the sa instant, they rejected it themselves.
Because it was impossible.
Even though they couldn’t see through a God, they could still discern so things—for example, Kana was a flesh-and-blood being who had condensed into mist, with no trace of being a naturally-born God, and that was easy to tell.
So this was all achieved through his own effort? Was that right? Incomprehensible—so they might as well give up thinking about it.
At this mont, that God was still marveling at how young Kana was, muttering to himself over there.
"Il-Star, you’re being too rude."
"For an existence like you to talk about etiquette? What a feeble little soul-mind," Il-Star replied casually.
"Let give you an Introduction—this newly ascended God will, for the ti being, operate on this Blood Battle Battlefield, but he will not be joining your war plans for now."
The Judgnt Mist gave the Introduction.
"Welco."
"Welco, Venerable, to our front."
Everyone nodded and bowed in salute.
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