By contrast, although the High-dimensional Demons' indiscriminate acts of destruction had caused losses for the time being, once they had smashed the old order to pieces, they had instead forced the people to make up their minds.
This comfort clearly did nothing to cheer Conilia. As the Lord of Commerce, the moment the High-Dimensional Space had turned into a sea of Chaos, she had noticed the precipitous drop in the divine power she had gained from her divine office. This was clearly the bitter consequence of communications being cut off and commerce suffering severe disruption.
Upon the Golden Throne, the Emperor remained silent.
In fact, he had been in this state ever since the High-Dimensional Space collapsed, for he was searching for the true main force of the High-dimensional Demons.
These Soul Eaters could turn spacetime across a vast area into a sea of Chaos. Even he found that astonishing. Although the Three-Body Universe possessed similar Dimension Weapons, he had never expected them to cover such an immense area.
"When the High-Dimensional Space turns into a sea of Chaos, the Divine Realm becomes the only connection to spacetime in the Three-dimensional Universe. The Imperial Fleet can still use this sole stable passage to send reinforcements to key war zones. There's no way the High-dimensional Demons could have missed such a glaring vulnerability."
The Gods knew how important the Divine Realm was to this unusual campaign. There was no reason the Demon Saints wouldn't understand that, so the Divine Realm had to be the true heart of this war.
"Nothing." After sweeping his gaze back and forth across the sea of Chaos, the Emperor withdrew it in puzzlement and looked toward the River of Fate.
Countless intact Fate Lines shattered and reassembled, and the River of Fate took on a new