The intensity of the battlefield once again escalated. Roya could clearly feel the tides of Warp energy surging more violently, soon reaching a level strong enough to erode the sanity of ordinary beings.
"This won't do! If the tides of energy continue to lash at this region, every spiritual projection here will suffer severe negative emotional influence!"
"And each spiritual projection corresponds to an outstanding elite in the material world—if they lose control and fall into madness, the destruction they unleash will be catastrophic!"
"Especially these two great legions of soldiers. The Chaos Legion is already driven by all manner of deranged emotions. But if the opposing legion is submerged by the tides and loses its sanity, the casualties on both sides will skyrocket—and that could very well trigger a terrifying Warp storm!"
"If that happens, not only this planet, but this entire star sector will be utterly ruined—Dayocean itself will not escape disaster!"
Roya's expression hardened. He was about to descend onto the battlefield, ready to obliterate that so-called Chaos Prince Belakor with overwhelming might.
Yet in that moment, a radiant silver Eastern God Dragon soared into the skies behind the human legion, accompanied by a resounding, majestic, and soul-stirring dragon's roar!
Its form was lithe and powerful, every scale gleaming with metallic silver brilliance. Its mighty limbs swept through the void with effortless grace, each motion stirring ripples that distorted time and space itself.
This alone signified that it possessed the ability to tear swiftly through space, as well as a formidable psychic talent connected to the dominion of time.
The dragon's roar rolled across the battlefield below.
The human legions, who had been heavily suppressed by the Chaos forces, suddenly seemed infused with unseen strength. Their morale surged sky-high, and they withstood the Chaos counterattack with renewed vigor.
The soldiers on the Chaos frontlines, however, were stricken with visible agony under the dragon's voice.
These troops, thrust to the frontlines, were in truth humans who had been corrupted and enslaved by Chaos. Their human forms remained mostly intact, with only scattered signs of taint from the Four Chaos Gods.
Yet under the dragon's thunderous call, the fragments of their bodies and souls not yet defiled by Chaos erupted in violent resistance, struggling desperately to reclaim control of their flesh and minds.
Tormented within and without, the low-tier Chaos thralls fell into excruciating turmoil.
The human soldiers, meanwhile, had just shaken off their slump. How could they fail to seize such an opportunity?
Across a battlefront stretching for kilometers, hundreds of human phalanxes launched a near-simultaneous counteroffensive!
"The Dragon God forever shields us!"
"Purify the Chaotic filth!"
Shouting with burning zeal, they unleashed a furious charge, driving back the Chaos legions that had surged into their lines.
The Chaos warriors in dark crimson garb fell once again, their corpses piling atop the heaps of the slain, the battlefield littered with even grimmer remnants of blood and flesh.
Seeing this, Roya let out a quiet breath of relief.
The combat power of this human legion was far from ordinary, their willpower unyielding—clearly hardened through long wars against Chaos, their minds not so easily corroded by the taint.
But the key was that radiant silver dragon soaring above, its roar unceasing. It was not only their spiritual pillar—it truly wielded extraordinary power.
Under the resonance of its cry, the recently fallen Chaos thralls did not become fuel for the raging tides of Warp energy. Instead, they burst apart in reverse!
Their souls, seemingly released from the endless torment of Chaos, did not erupt into blasts of despair and corruption upon death. Instead, they dissolved into pure energy, flowing toward the human battle lines.
Bathed in this pure essence, the wounds of the human soldiers began to heal at astonishing speed.
Mortal injuries that should have claimed lives ceased bleeding at once, saving precious lives. Lesser wounds closed completely within mere breaths, leaving not even scars.
The effect was almost as if Roya's own blessing of life had been diffused on a massive scale, forming a divine field of healing and benediction.
And yet, this profound exchange—striking down Chaos thralls while strengthening allies—was achieved by the God Dragon through nothing more than a few roars.
Roya, with his keen perception, quickly realized: the psychic cost to the dragon was negligible.
"Though this method only works on low-tier Chaos thralls not yet fully corrupted, against the Chaos Legion it is already an incredibly efficient form of purification!"
"These God Dragons must have developed such a practical technique over their long struggles against the Four Gods of Chaos."
While he pondered, the Chaos Legion's commander—the Chaos Prince Belakor—finally moved.
"Zhaoming! Such pitiful tricks—you've been using them for tens of thousands of years! Your sister Miao Ying's wailing cry—I've long grown sick of it!"
Belakor sneered. From his gaping maw, torn open down to his chest and packed with jagged teeth, his serpent-like tongue lashed outward again and again, flicking droplets of eerie violet fluid that corroded the very fabric of space with every lash.
"Resistance is meaningless! You humans were born to be the perfect devotees of Chaos! Before Chaos, your wills amount to nothing!"
With a sudden clawing motion in the void, he unleashed a torrent of Chaos energy.
In an instant, a vast and twisted black cloud condensed over the human battle lines, stretching across the entire front.
Within the cloud, lightning of four colors—signifying the Four Chaos Gods—burst forth in chaotic frenzy, raining down the essence of corruption.
From the storm brewed a downpour of viscous, malign raindrops. Each drop struck the ground with crushing force, and wherever they landed, four-colored poisonous vapors hissed forth.
These mists seemed to possess their own malign sentience, eagerly seeking to burrow into every nearby human soldier.
Mouths, nostrils, ears—even pores—became pathways for invasion.
Within only a few breaths, tens of thousands of human soldiers fell victim.
Agonized screams filled the entire battlefield as four-colored sludge erupted from their bodies, searing flesh and nerves, dragging them into an abyss of pain.
Despair, bloodlust, torment—even twisted ecstasy born from agony—all manner of extreme emotions devoured their reason in an instant.
Grotesque growths of corruption burst from their flesh at shocking speed, mercilessly consuming their bodies, turning the battlefield into a living hell…