Chapter 912: The Quagmire of War

Outside Utopia City,

A delighted eye peered at everything taking place here.

“Oh, my~ Humans really are fascinating. They always manage to surprise me a little~”

“The authority I managed to obtain from the train system, an A-grade God? Hmm... probably not enough, but...”

The Void murmured to itself.

“Let’s make things a little more interesting~”

The Void placed a piece on the chessboard.

Ten False Gods that had long been lurking beyond Utopia City’s world received the command.

“One, two, three... Come, accept my gift and make this game more interesting~”

The Divine Monsters trembled in fear.

Only the A-grade God seemed relatively unaffected.

The Void gazed greedily at Ye Qiyan.

“One of you is bound to become a sacrifice, so... I’ll need a spare.”

The train system’s Light Screen immediately appeared before the eyeball.

【Violation of Agreement】

“That doesn’t count as a violation. It’s simply outside the world~”

【.....】

The Light Screen vanished, and the Void let out a mocking laugh.

“You’re so easily fooled, always obeying the rules. You have no will of your own, and no name. Apart from your utterly shameless favoritism toward Train Conductors, what else do you have?

“Train system... I really want to know what you are.

“Hmm?

“Suddenly, I think you’re rather similar to the Hero race from long ago.

“But... I can be certain you aren’t one of them.

“So... what exactly are you?

“Heh heh~ Don’t worry. I’ll find out eventually, because I am the Void.

“Now, go.

“Make sure this war never ends!”

【Boom! Boom! Boom!】

A breach appeared in the inverted Inner World of Utopia City.

An army of millions of monster Believers landed in Utopia City, led by divine Apostles.

They were a third force on the battlefield. The Pain Shadows of Utopia City, the Train Conductors, and the Transcendents were all targets of these monsters.

Or rather,

They had come to kill.

Gods descended from the sky.

Most of the Twelve Fortunes of Utopia City wore grim expressions.

【“Heinris, what are you doing? This wasn’t part of our plan!”】

【“Damn it, Heinris! Even for Lord Heinz’s sake, you shouldn’t have cooperated with these things!”】

【“Are you trying to bring shame upon Lord Heinz?!”】

Accusations and fury flooded Heinris’s heart through the chat interface.

He clenched his fists tightly, his heart filled with pain.

【“Lord Heinz told me to do this...”】

【“That’s impossible!”】

【“You don’t believe me. Do you not believe Altos’s Demon Card either? I... can’t lie... Don’t forget, Lord Heinz is one of the Homeward-bound Souls. What’s wrong with having these False Gods wipe out the others?!”】

The Twelve Fortunes felt even more pain in their hearts.

Cooperating with False Gods?

It was true.

Heinz was one of the Homeward-bound Souls.

Wasn’t one of the Homeward-bound Souls’ goals to work with the False Gods to eliminate powerful Train Conductors?

But...

They couldn’t accept it...

The seed Ye Qiyan had planted sprouted a tender shoot the moment those False Gods appeared...

They were the top-tier Train Conductors of the Wasteland.

Why should they cooperate with a mere bunch of False Gods and let them interfere in their battle?

But it had already happened.

There was no stopping it.

【“Keep holding on. There are less than three hours left. You’ve finished unraveling Fan Huo’s survival mechanism, right? Be ready. The moment the time is up, execute him immediately!

“As long as we complete this ritual, Lord Heinz will ascend to the rank of True God!

“We can deal with these monsters after that!

“Right now, every sacrifice is a stepping stone toward the birth of an eternal Utopia. It’s all worth it.”】

Heinris steeled his resolve, almost as if brainwashing himself.

His Spirit continued to dwindle.

To keep himself from thinking about any of this,

Heinris simply plunged into a near-mindless state of madness.

Under attack from the Raven demon and the Hunt, he traded blood for blood.

Ye Qiyan didn’t look at him.

Instead, he turned his attention overhead.

Within the inverted Inner World,

The many openings gave off all kinds of divine auras.

Yet none of those beings entered the battlefield themselves.

Not even the strongest among them.

They simply sent a continuous stream of Apostles and Believers into the fray.

Utopia City, already in chaos, had now become a horrifying slaughterhouse.

The Pain Shadows attacked friend and foe alike.

The False God army killed everyone in sight.

Utopia City’s Train Conductors were protecting the execution platform.

The Emperor’s Order members led by Ye Qiyan were fighting the Twelve Fortunes.

Only the ordinary Train Conductors who had been drawn here were struggling to withstand the double slaughter by the Pain Shadows and the monsters.

Even a single level-eight Apostle could cause enormous casualties.

The war seemed to have fallen into a strange whirlpool.

Everyone was entangled with one another, all caught up in the chaos.

Even if they rescued Fan Huo now, little would change.

The quagmire of war would trap every last one of them, leaving them unable to escape.

So...

Could this really be the ascension ritual of a True God named Happiness?

If Heinz wanted to reject war and deny it,

Why raise such a vast war here?

Was he really just waiting somewhere for the countdown to reach zero?

No.

Ye Qiyan’s thoughts raced.

At this rate, Fan Huo’s rescue was only a matter of time.

With Menrojina’s abilities, that execution platform could never hold her back.

Heinz had taken these ordinary Train Conductors, deceived into coming here, as the first citizens of Utopia.

With Bewitchment in play, that was certainly true.

But if so, why would Heinz stand by and watch those ordinary Train Conductors get slaughtered?

He couldn’t figure it out.

Then he wouldn’t think about it for now.

Ye Qiyan tossed the questions that had arisen in his mind aside.

Killing a top-tier Train Conductor wasn’t easy for him.

But when it came to dealing with False Gods, Ye Qiyan was an expert.

Especially that A-grade God.

He still didn’t know its name or number.

But he couldn’t let anyone else have its Divine Core.

As for the ordinary Train Conductors being slaughtered...

No one was obligated to be a Savior.

They had chosen to come to this world for ten Train Coins.

Train Conductors could be greedy.

But to indulge in that greed, they needed the ability to back it up.

Still, if Heinz’s goal was to get these Train Conductors killed...

“Gluttony, you should be able to eat your fill today.”

Zhao Lin, who was leading the ordinary Train Conductors, had just used a

</path> Game Card to deal with a level-eight Apostle. Looking at the monsters stretching across the mountains ahead, she felt a trace of despair.

【“S-So scary... Sob, am I seeing things? Am I really lucky today?”】

An invisible assassin approached her while she stood there in a daze.

But before it could attack,

A giant machine dropped from the sky.

The force unleashed by its assembled jetpack crushed the invisible monster into a mass of flesh in an instant.

“I am the Overlord’s weapon! You tiny, lowly monsters! Prepare to die!”

The twin cannons on Armed Fear’s shoulders fired two furious beams of light.

Then, above its head,

A tiny, silvery-white Slime plopped onto the ground.

And then,

Starting with the Steam King,

The Gluttony Army

began transforming.