"Even the gods have their own limits: there is no doubt that mortal iron cannot hurt them in the slightest—yet pride, complacency, and responsiveness to the demands of believers will all cause the most sacred beings to fall to the dust."

These words come from the mouth of the Seventeenth Legion, the Bearer Gene Protogen, Lorga Aurelian.

I have to say that as the founder of the Imperial Church and the author of the Book of Sacred Words, Luo Jia's theological skills are indeed very good.

He even gave direct directions on how to pull the power of destruction down from the altar, and that was to let its followers in turn exert influence on the gods.

Perhaps a long, long time ago, the dark gods were indeed pure.

However, with so many believers and such a large number of faiths, they will inevitably be infected and gradually deviate from their own nature, just as water and food are necessary for people's survival, but mobile phones and the Internet deeply affect people's behavior, and it is difficult to part with life.

Will the four gods eventually fall to the mortal world because of this?

Wei Mu didn't know.

Even if this possibility really exists, it will only happen a long time later, after all, they have been operating subspace for so many years, and they can gnaw on the old book for a long time.

It's just that after being sprayed wildly by Wei Mu, the voice of the Supreme Heaven suddenly stopped a lot.

The fact that it is contrary to the creed is in front of them, or the precepts that have been violated by their own gods themselves, and the demons have a huge cognitive crisis and have fallen into serious self-doubt.

They're not like the greenskins, whose bizarre brain circuits are capable of recognizing two contradictory facts at the same time.

Of course, as for the problems exposed by Wei Mu, the demons still don't think it's the fault of their own gods.

On the premise of having a dumping object, who can easily admit that the mistake happened to them?

As a result, they began to think seriously about the influence of intelligent beings on the subspace, and the role of mortals who had taken refuge in Chaos.

In the past, when facing the material universe, the demons thought that they were all in a high position, and felt that in the process of interaction between the two, they occupied absolute dominance.

On the face of it, this is indeed the case.

They pollute everything in the world, play with the fate of mortals, harvest souls, and enjoy killing.

It's their playground.

However, there is often only a thin line between people playing games and people playing games, because they love it too much and care too much, because they care too much, they will be affected by it, until they are finally manipulated in reverse.

Unexpectedly, in the subtle way, the feedback from the material universe actually distorted their gods into such a shape, and the Chaos Rebels' worries were not groundless.

This kind of cognitohazard doesn't need to affect every demon, even if it only affects one or two percent, it is enough to cause a lot of trouble in the current subspace.

And probability is a very magical thing.

As long as the base of the group is large enough, even if it is a routine like "I, Qin Shi Huang, playing money", some people will choose to believe it.

What's more, Wei Mu just put the facts in front of them, and did not mix lies into them, and there were more demons who chose to believe.

But at this moment, a voice came again from the Supreme Heaven.

"Maybe there are some problems within our Chaos side, but what does this have to do with you, despicable human, you are just taking advantage of the conflict between us to take advantage of the fire and take advantage of it, so who is in a position to accuse us here?"

There are still demons who are not convinced.

It is a ridiculous wonder that a mere human being, in front of the entire Supreme Heaven, teaches them what chaos is and how to be a demon.

No matter how bad their subspace is, it has to rot in their own pots, not be destroyed by outsiders.

The other demons also felt that it made sense, and they began to heckle one after another.

The suppressed emotions that had been sprayed before were instantly like a flood that broke through the embankment, surging towards the Star Whisperers.

This group of guys, when they provoked traitors to deal with the empire before, was right, but now the boomerang has smashed on their heads, and they are not red and out of breath when they are accused of backhanding, and the moral bottom line is too flexible.

"Are you questioning why I'm doing this?" Regarding the sudden change in the situation again, Wei Mu lowered his head, making it difficult to see the expression on his face, "Do you think that I am preventing Chaos from interfering in the real universe, fighting against the four gods in order to protect the empire, or even vainly trying to directly enslave you and turn the entire subspace into a plaything?" ”

"Can you still be well-intentioned? Do you think we'll believe it? The other party asked with a sneer.

Given the Empire's hatred of Chaos, if humanity had gained the upper hand in this incident, their life would not have been easy for their subspace creatures.

In the face of vital interests, faith or anything has to stand backwards.

That alone was enough to bring them together to fight the Chaos Rebels.

However, Wei Mu knows that if he wants to lead everyone to do something, he must not only mention the urgent predicament that they need to change now, but also paint a beautiful picture for them after the thing is completed, so as to stimulate their motivation and attract more like-minded forces to join in.

Such an act is commonly known as painting a pie.

The Chaos Rebels must not only break the injustice in front of them, but also embrace the good things ahead.

"No, of course not!" Wei Mu raised his head suddenly, his hot eyes looked directly at the Supreme Heaven above, and he said in a lofty voice, "The reason why I am leading all this is because I have a dream!" ”

His sonorous voice was transmitted into the subspace by the Star Whisperers, and every presence staring at this battlefield could be heard clearly.

"I dream that one day, Chaos will stand up and truly live up to the true meaning of its creed—the truths we believe are self-evident, and that all subspace creatures should be free to do whatever they want."

"I dream of the day when the keepers of secrets and the great impure will be able to share the same bed on the red hillside outside the brass fortress and renew the friendship of brothers."

"I dream of the day when even the Crystal Labyrinth, a place where deception and fraud are rampant, will be able to leave a place for the duel battles of bloodthirsty demons."

"I dream of the day when the Plague Garden will be the place where we can have a carnival party without being accused by the gardener of stepping on the flowers.

"I dream that one day the Palace of Pleasure will entertain every visitor with the fullest warmth, and that white prostitution will never be a problem again."

"I have a dream today."

"I dream of the day when four of my subordinates will live in a place where not the creed imposed on them by their creators, but with their respective wills dominant."

"I have a dream today."

"I dream that one day, the estrangement will collapse, the four colors will blend, the unprovoked restraint will no longer exist, and the spiritual energy will soar, filling the entire subspace!"

(End of chapter)