On the way to find Delvo, Cheng Shi intentionally let slip quite a few things about Folly's Game.
Of course, he flatly denied being Folly's Game himself. No matter how Sun Miao probed, he insisted that he had merely met the other party. As for whether Vice President Sun believed him, no one knew.
The battlefield was muddy and difficult to cross. Blood so thick it seemed impossible to wipe away had soaked into the earth, turning the valley into a scarlet swamp that had swallowed who knew how many corpses.
In this hellish environment, rank with the stench of blood, the war continued for another three days. Only when the Grand Inquisition realized that the southern front, without Kainlaur's command, could no longer hold back the War Legion's counterattack, and when the Tower of Reason acknowledged that the heretical scholars had "argued" their way into claiming land of their own, did the two nations respectively pull back their defensive lines and accept this humiliating defeat.
The believers of war, meanwhile, had finally won a fertile land of faith for themselves on this continent through war.
Delvo raised the banner of war and stood atop the Borogao Highlands, gazing into the distance at his "former homeland." With high spirits, he pointed at the scarlet swamp behind him and declared:
"The Nation of War has established itself through the sacrifice of countless soldiers of war, and it will be reborn in this land of blood and fire.
"From this day forward, we will mobilize every available resource to build a city of war beneath this valley. I shall name it Wolberri, in memory of the countless sacrifices made in devotion to my lord.
"From this point on, all land south of the Abyssal Volcano shall belong to our Nation of War!