In the morning, the family rarely sat together at the dining table for breakfast.

"Eat more, you've lost weight after two months in Yan Continent," Mrs. Chen said with a look of concern. "What do you want for lunch?"

Chen Shouyi replied indistinctly while eating his porridge, "I might not come back for lunch."

"Brother, you just came back, and you have another task?" Chen Xingyue asked curiously.

"No, just wandering around, I'll be back before dinner," Chen Shouyi replied. He planned to stay home for a few days once this mission was over.

After breakfast, he returned to his room, settled the two little ones, and took out a pile of math books for them to play with.

Then he walked out the door.

...

The Strait of Malacca.

On the sea, countless ships, like ants, densely approached the coast for landing.

Along the long coastline, followers on both sides fiercely battled; bullets rained down, the sound of cannons resounded, the entire battlefield was shrouded in smoke, and blood and corpses covered the shore, even staining the nearby seawater red.

There were no captives, no surrenders.

Everyone fought bravely, frenzied, fearless of death, until completely fallen.

The severity and cruelty of religious wars are hard to imagine for outsiders. Religious fanaticism and exclusivity easily arouse the deepest brutality and evil in human nature, making it quick work to kill heretics.

Not to mention the current god-ruled nations, even in Earth's Middle Ages, similar religious wars have long been recorded, frequently appearing.

All those taller than a wheel, regardless of gender, were killed. The manners of death were as numerous as the stars in the sky—skinning, stoning, fire sacrifice, beheading, live burial... The best outcome was to become a slave at the mercy of life and death. Just the thought of it sends chills down one's spine, making the scalp tingle.

And this is without gods fanning the flames. It purely stems from human devotion to faith and intertwined interests. In facing a religion with gods, it would only be more cruel than the religious wars of the Middle Ages.

If it were the armies of modern civilized countries, these believers might have the option to surrender and be reformed into new men.

But such an option doesn't exist in religious wars.

The war has been going on for three days. Relying on Great Xia Country's clandestine arms support, plus the opponent's cross-sea assault, currently, the God of Order's followers haven't gained much advantage and have been in a stalemate. However, everyone understands this is only temporary.

It's like a non-nuclear country facing a nuclear power; no matter how brilliantly the conventional war is fought, the ultimate outcome remains unchanged.

...

A middle-aged man, richly dressed and looking dignified, walked leisurely across the battlefield. Soldiers on both sides seemed to ignore his presence as if he were invisible.

The morning sunlight shone upon him, with a faint golden edge, his spotless attire appearing starkly out of place in this smoke-filled, brutal battlefield.

"Humble being, cease the battle! Withdraw from Earth, and I'll grant you a chance to live. I won't interfere with your faith in Tamu," he sighed, speaking to the air melodically, as if talking to himself.

"Boom!"

A shell exploded not far away, fire expanding, shrapnel flying everywhere.

In a nearby trench, a priest suddenly trembled all over, their eyelids turned white. Soon, their aura transformed completely; wrinkles around the eyes smoothed out, and their face displayed a trace of holiness and maternity, seeming ten years younger.

Her face was as cold as ice, and she leaped out of the trench: "All beings have the right to survive and propagate, God of Order, you're too greedy."

Flames of anger burned fiercely within her heart.

Abandoning faith on Earth was painful yet feasible, but her followers in Tamu were situated near the Spatial Passage. A step back leads to continuous retreat; by then, it would be easy to wipe her out completely, leaving nothing behind.

As for such frivolous promises, how effective are they?

They can be broken in an instant. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

The opponent's attitude clearly indicated that they were determined to devour her.

This is truly pushing too far.

"The weak obey the strong. This is the order of heaven and earth, as unyielding as divine iron. Don't be stubborn; this is my final act of mercy," the God of Order said indifferently.

He looked at the God of Fertility and couldn't help but stir a long-lost primitive desire in his heart; changing the topic, he said: "Of course, if you're willing to bow down and become my subordinate god, serve me in the Divine Country, negotiations aren't out of the question."

"Hehehe," the God of Fertility thought with resentment, but giggled charmingly, "God of Order, even though you're a great god with medium divine power, don't think you can make me bow with a single sentence. You'd at least have to defeat me."

Who would want to be a subordinate god if they could have freedom? Unfortunately, for weaker gods like her, survival is only possible in the cracks.

At this moment, she already had the intention to retreat; with the Lord of Lightning in front and the God of Order behind, the treacherous and complex situation on Earth is not something a small fry like her can meddle in. Forcing involvement will only lead to death.

This place is unlike Tamu, vast and boundless, suitable for quietly tending one's own field.

As long as one doesn't act recklessly and seek death everywhere, many gods could go centuries without encountering another.

Compared to Earth's danger, Tamu is undoubtedly much safer.

In fact, unlike gods with other divine positions, even if she lost Earth and the tribes she controlled in Tamu, it would still suffice to support her weak divine power's divine persona.

Fertility—this is a powerful divine position.

It represents the continuation of species, the embodiment of Tamu's propagation, similar to the legend of the Goddess of Childbearing in Great Xia Country. As long as there are similar prayers, she will automatically receive the faith. In Tamu World, countless small tribes without divine protection are as numerous as stars, hard to count; such prayers can't be a small number.

This faith not only suffices to support her weak divine power's divine persona but can even support her in reaching medium divine power smoothly.

The reason she's still a god with weak divine power is simply because she is a New God, having become deified for only a hundred years.

"How bold. Do you really think I can't locate your Divine Country?" The God of Order's expression turned sullen, the previous trace of emotion replaced by ruthless coldness, like the frigid order.

The descent of the true self comes at a cost, with most of the divine power dissipating, a heart-wrenching loss for any deity. Originally expecting that such a weak divine power lower deity would flee upon seeing him.

Or immediately bow in submission.

Unexpectedly, she dared to defy him so brazenly.

The God of Fertility felt a panic in her heart upon hearing this, her face turned pale, and just as she prepared to comply, she suddenly raised her head to look at the sky. A massive power broke through the clouds, speeding towards this place, entering her Domain of Faith.