Chapter 1841: Faith vs. Faith

"Twilight Society, Fuser Faction, Fire Tamperers... that Chen Ling, he actually has such great influence?"

Eunuch Zuo looked at the scene of multi-party melee below, unable to help but doubt his life.

Three heretical organizations not accepted by the human domain were all standing on Chen Ling's side, clearing the way for him, blocking the defenders, and even dismantling the entire outer wall...

How could a world-ending Calamity possess such strong appeal?

Are these guys crazy??

Eunuch Zuo carefully calculated the current situation. The battle of the Demigods within the Red Dust Domain had yet to be decided, and the prison had already been turned upside down... Still, as he said, the defensive strength within their prison was extremely vast; as long as they had enough time, suppressing the Twilight Society, the Fire Tamperers, and the Fuser Faction would be no problem at all.

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

"The top priority is to stop Chen Ling from entering the Red Dust Domain." Eunuch Zuo spoke immediately.

"All Tier 8 Marquises, ignore these Twilight Society and Fuser Faction people, and immediately go intercept that train!"

Over a dozen streams of light flew rapidly from the outer wall battlefield, charging straight toward the black train speeding along the main road, the surging Tier 8 auras vibrating in the air.

Eunuch Zuo watched the overwhelming Tier 8 auras flying toward the train, but the unease in his heart did not subside... Even though he could sense that Chen Ling was also only Tier 8, he always felt that the opponent was like a mysterious iceberg; one never knew how much of its true form was actually exposed above the sea.

Perhaps it would be safest to seek reinforcements from the other Dukes as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, Eunuch Zuo slowly closed his eyes, the power of his thoughts swirling in his mind, as if to contact someone from afar.

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

"...Hmm?"

Eunuch Zuo was startled and opened his eyes in surprise.

A depressing and dull blood-rust color had already shrouded the space around him, and the world seemed to be covered with a filter, making one instinctively feel dizzy... At the same time, those defenders who were originally busy beside Eunuch Zuo were also frozen in place like statues.

Rustle—

The skin of the defenders slid off like sand, revealing the blood vessels and muscles beneath, as well as the hideous facial features exposed to the air.

But then, these blood vessels and muscles were also peeled away layer by layer, revealing the organs and skeletons deeper within... They were like human models forcibly dismantled by some strange power, with all their parts floating in the air layer by layer, allowing one to see through them inside and out at a glance.

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

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

"It is their 'faith'."

A voice came from behind Eunuch Zuo.

He looked back to see a woman in a black dress with hair like a waterfall walking slowly from among the countless flying "models."

"In this world, everyone has faith... some believe in money, some believe in power, some believe that good people are rewarded, and some believe that pleasing oneself is greater than everything." Liu Qingyan spoke calmly.

"Faith is the internal driver of human behavior, but faith itself has no right or wrong; it is its strength that determines whether a person is fragile or powerful..."

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

"These people, their faith is volatile; with just a light strike, it will fall apart."

"As for you..."

Liu Qingyan raised her eyes, looking at the thick, 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 this world."

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

Eunuch Zuo scrutinized Liu Qingyan, seemingly not expecting that there would be such a powerful Tier 8 Prostitute Divine Path user in the Twilight Society, and he immediately tensed up, as if facing a great enemy.

"You are the one the Saint of Thieves spoke of, my opponent?" He snorted coldly.

"His Majesty rules over all living beings, millions of people live and work in peace, free from the suffering of wind, snow, and hunger. Punishing internal thieves, eradicating world-ending threats, and stabilizing the universe—he is the enlightened monarch ordained by heaven, rarely seen in thousands of years... With His Majesty here, what gods or karma should I believe in?"

"As for you..."

Eunuch Zuo looked coldly at Liu Qingyan. "We are both of the Chang Path, and should have long since held our own convictions, yet you are willing to serve a world-ending Calamity, offering your faith to the enemy of humanity... truly foolish to the extreme."

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

"And you have no right to be an enemy of His Majesty." Eunuch Zuo responded in kind.

Beneath the blood-rust-colored firmament, the air suddenly fell into a deathly silence.

After a brief silence,

Two figures charged at each other simultaneously!

The auras of the two Tier 8 Prostitute Divine Path users vibrated in the air, and two threads of faith, one black and one red, danced wildly in the void. They represented the will of their respective faiths, stabbing at each other's throats!

Clang—!!!

A sharp explosion echoed through the heavens.

……

Fireworks bloomed in the sky, and the roaring train sped along the main road, churning the sky full of playing cards into a frenzy.

The afterimages of several Twilight Society members sped among the flying playing cards, clearing all civilians in front of the train to ensure it could proceed at full speed without obstruction.

Under the gaze of the crowd, Chen Ling stood at the front of the train, the hem of his theatrical robes dancing wildly in the wind...

He seemed to have sensed something and looked back.

Over a dozen Marquises exuding Tier 8 auras were diving toward this place like dense black dots.

"Chen Ling is there!"

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

"Forget it, don't hold back, stop him at any cost."

"What are you doing? You idiot! You'll hurt the civilians like that!!"

“……”

Among the dozen or so Marquises, a few had completely lost their composure and, without hesitation, unleashed their most powerful attacks, roaring as they smashed toward the train...

And outside the main road, many bewildered residents and houses were also caught in the range of the attack.

Clusters of scorching fireballs, like suns, continued to enlarge in the terrified eyes of the citizens. They wanted to flee, but their bodies were as stiff as statues, unable to move even a single step.

At the same time,

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

The attacks filling the sky rained down like raindrops toward the train and the surrounding residential buildings.

On the roof of the train,

The actor did not look back, but merely brushed his theatrical sleeves casually...

Those scorching suns, capable of blowing this domain into powder, suddenly turned into fragile flames burning on a match, directly transforming into black smoke and dissipating in the air.