On the holographic projection cast by Apocalypse, three Eight-Winged Angels gripped their spears and strained with all their might to hold open a rift in Chaos.
The Origin Realm's Barrier was extraordinarily tough. Now that it had merged with all of Blue Star, its underlying physical structure had changed beyond recognition.
The three Angels were red in the face from the effort. Sparks from clashing laws flashed across their pure-white armor.
The Deception Staff spun rapidly in Dies Martin's hand.
"Boss, that's a feast walking right up to our door. Want me to go out and spice things up for them?" Dies Martin was itching to move.
Blue Star Players were out there feasting, and as a veteran Abyss Demon King, he could use a little high-dimensional deity's Origin Essence to tide him over.
Qin Chuan sat on his throne, with no intention of getting up.
"What's the point of killing a few scouts?" Qin Chuan glanced at the projection. "Let them in. I want to talk."
Qin Chuan made it sound easy, but Dies Martin sucked in a breath.
These were genuine Origin Deities at the Peak Lower God level, perhaps even Mid-Rank Gods. If they let them in and one unleashed some devastating move, even the Obsidian Temple would shake.
But before he could say a word, Qin Chuan had already acted.
On the throne, Qin Chuan did not even raise a hand. A thought passed through his mind.
[True God Tier Divine Authority: Causality Dictatorship] activated.
At the level of fundamental rules, Qin Chuan forcibly wove an utterly tyrannical "effect": the three Birdmen were now kneeling in the hall, stripped of all Divine Might.
Making reality obey a spoken command was nothing compared to this.
No spatial magic was needed to seize them, no Law Chains to