The moment an anomaly occurred with the Protection of Tiamat, David, who had been awestruck by the Dragon Mother's power, immediately grew suspicious. He tried to re-establish contact with her.

"Mother, if the Chromatic Dragon Queen is threatening you, just squeak once, will you?"

David, having briefly encountered the Chromatic Dragon Queen in the Gloomy Region, had some understanding of Tiamat. He knew that while the Dragon Queen was generous and might allow a small profit, she would never suffer a loss, especially not a bad deal. But his communication with the Dragon Mother had long been severed. Even if it hadn't, Pafila, with her temperament, would never reveal a moment of weakness to him.

Unable to shake off his anxiety, David casually tossed Drow Hiatt aside and activated his 'Astral Burst mode', hurtling towards the coastal explosion.

Soon, his fears were confirmed.

A chilling presence suddenly descended upon him—the unmistakable sensation of clashing steel, as if he were instantly thrust onto a battlefield.

Damn it! The War God has arrived!

In that instant, David clenched the divine power mark on his right claw, heedless of the cost, attempting once more to summon Tiamat's will. Unfortunately, this time, there was no response whatsoever.

Feeling a surge of deception, David, his Wrath flaring, cursed aloud: "Tiamat! What in the blazes are you doing?!"

If this was a long-plotted war among the gods, then Mother, caught in the middle...

As he raced onward at full speed in 'Astral Burst' mode, the sight of the events unfolding on the Skanis coast of the Old Continent finally gave him a vague inkling of Tiamat's scheme.

"So, you're actually fishing here, are you?" David murmured to himself. Only the word 'fishing' could barely describe the scene before him.

The clear blue sky, swept clean of clouds for miles by the Dragon Mother's 'Mana Energy Fission Breath', now had a distinct dividing line. This line centered on the legendary Red Dragon hovering in mid-air.

Beyond, on the golden-red shore, plateaus and solitary peaks rose from a land scarred by the din of battle and the territories of Beastmen, stretching to the horizon. This was Warrior's Rest, the Divine Realm of Tempas, the War God. The warrior petitioners, who should have been eternally locked in combat, now looked as if facing a formidable enemy, heaving and pulling at something like boatmen. In the distance, a large contingent of Titans was rushing towards them. Furthermore, the Githzerai were massing their forces from their chaotic cluster of monasteries.

On either side of those furious, clear sky-eyes were, respectively: the Lady of Strategy, with her eternal fortress and Crimson Tower built in Warrior's Rest; Usgadat, the Father of Battle, who controls the Domain of Usgadat; Caregus, the plunderer, known as the Combat Guard; and Vilko, the Wave Marshal, who controls the waters at the edge.

Meanwhile, slowly materializing in the direction of the Old Continent was the Chromatic Dragon Queen's signature Evil Scale Fortress. Alongside it rose demon pillars, towering like mountain ranges, piercing the sky and emitting endless streams of vile light. Countless Chromatic Dragons and Abishalom Demons took flight from the ramparts, filling the sky, soon appearing to cooperatively drag something backward.

Beyond the Evil Scale Fortress, across the Dragon Cliffs and Maggot's Nest, and past the Bronze Citadel on the Avernus wasteland, Duke Byel, ruler of Barto Hell's first layer, and the eight dark Demon generals uniformly withdrew their armies. An endless horde of Demons, stretching beyond sight, was climbing the exterior of the demon pillars and even scaling invisible bridges that extended high into the sky, towards the boundary line of the Divine Realm. Although Demons were constantly pushed off, falling like rain, they stubbornly and frantically continued their ascent, driven by the whispering murmurs of the Will of the Abyss. It was as if their ultimate destiny lay on that distant, unattainable shore. This was the lifelong prayer embedded in the souls of countless Demons from the Abyssal Depths: to break free once more and ignite war and chaos across the multiverse.

Yet, they had no idea they had become mere cannon fodder in a deal between Tiamat and Duke Byel of Avernus.

The War God's Divine Realm had descended into the lower planes. This maneuver by Tiamat and Byel, drawing up Demons and redirecting the bloody battlefield, did not violate the original agreement signed by Asmodeus, Lord of the Nine Hells, and the gods of dawn. Simultaneously, it significantly eased the defensive pressure that the Bronze Citadel outside Barto Hell had passively endured for countless years. It was a development both sides were pleased to see.

Wait a second! Why has the War God's Divine Realm fallen into the lower planes?

Gradually, whether because David had managed to get closer or due to the lingering influence of divinity, he finally saw clearly what they were all struggling over.

They were Heroic Spirits, souls that should have returned to the War God's Hall of Valor upon death. Now, however, they had become mere spirits, skewered and stacked upon Pillars of Faith.

The divinity of the War God's Hall of Valor had been stolen by David for ten years. During this decade, more than half of the disembodied souls, with nowhere to go, had fallen into the Styx River due to the pull between David and Warrior's Rest. These souls were then fished from the Styx River by Duke Byel's Devils. Then, as part of a deal with Tiamat and guided by the divinity of the Hall of Valor that David had lent out, Chains of Faith began to form before his eyes. These chains were composed of countless fallen believers of the War God from myriad planes.

Initially, there were five lines pulled by the Chromatic Dragon Queen. Gradually, these Chains of Faith multiplied, growing denser and denser, forming a net—a web of conspiracy woven in the profound darkness.