The Savior: A Hundred Yuan Bill to the Face, Sorry, Money Makes You Do Whatever You Want!

"Even in the Warp, you still can't do without money—"

Ron sighed with feeling.

Of course, money in the Warp was different from money as defined in the reality of the Galaxy. Here, the hard currency was faith, believers.

High-quality pure faith was the hard currency among hard currencies.

Whether the Chaos Gods or other lesser gods, all of them would start wars over it.

And he, The Savior, the Lord of Hell, controlled a massive amount of high-quality faithful believers and pure faith, so naturally, he had enough confidence to stand tall.

Even the Khorne Blood God before him could not refuse his offensive of faith. Even his rage had weakened quite a bit, and the giant brass axe in his hand hesitated over whether to fall.

"If I smash down a huge wave of faith, can I get the Blood God to smile at me, his number-one patron?"

Ron thought this.

The Chaos Gods were prisoners of faith. They were so greedy that they were unwilling to yield even the slightest shred of faith to any other existence, and even carried the mentality that if they could not have it, they would destroy it.

That was their instinct, difficult to suppress.

Back when Grandfather Nurgle had quietly occupied the Stars of Calamity, the other gods had blown up on the spot. Khorne had even taken the lead and charged into the Garden of Nurgle to stab Grandfather's hook.

How intense had that been?

In other words, within the Warp, only he, The Savior, who possessed a vast amount of faith yet had not become its prisoner, could be this generous.

"The Savior, you wish for me to end this duel and let the fury of war recede?

You want the God of War and Blood to voluntarily give