"Perhaps I can witness the Savior's death and take part in the Chaos war that follows."
"Pitiful Savior. That traitor to the Warp should have died long ago, just like The Cursed."
As the Chaos Lord named Fadis thought of this, his eyes could not help but light up.
He muttered under his breath, belittling and cursing the Savior, the Lord of Hell.
But the next moment, Fadis grew nervous again and did not dare keep muttering aloud, afraid he might be noticed by that existence comparable to the supreme Dark Gods.
Even if he did not deliberately spread it, if this blasphemy and curse were too powerful, there was still a chance it would circulate through the Warp and be caught by the Savior's divine senses, drawing that existence's gaze.
To Fadis, the Savior's gaze and malice were not something a Chaos Lord like him could endure.
In today's Warp, only the supreme Dark Gods could deal with the Savior, the Lord of Hell!
Yet no sooner had Fadis finished whispering about the Savior than he felt a chill, as if some gaze had swept across this Chaos Realm.
It was the gaze of a supreme existence, and as it swept past, it gave them an almost imperceptible burning sensation.
"The Savior!"
Fadis instantly held his breath.
He knew that only the authority of the Savior, the Lord of Hell, contained flames capable of burning the soul.
That terrifying gaze that had just swept across this territory had come from the Savior!
"This is far too fast. What power—"
Fadis swallowed, sitting on the Throne, so frightened he did not dare move at all.
He had never expected that just a couple of mutters would draw the Savior's attention and even make him project his gaze over.
Not even