A sky full of stars shone in five-colored brilliance, lighting the plains bright as day.
The God of Laws let out a drunken belch. Swaying atop a tall steed whose eyes were just as glazed as his own, he staggered toward Chaos City. Several distinct lipstick marks adorned his face, while his nobleman's robe reeked of pungent powder and perfume mixed with wine and meat. There was no need to ask what good deed he had just been up to.
Originally, after being beaten up in turns by Lin Qi and Mu Wei two months earlier, the God of Laws was supposed to head to the Eastern Great Plains to carry out the God of Retribution's secret commission. But halfway there, he realized that his lower half had suffered a devastating injury. Looking like that, he simply could not show his face.
After all, as a god, he did not have much of a sense of time. A few months, a few years, even a few decades—those were no more than the blink of an eye.
So, stroking the mangled wound in his lower body, through which one could directly see the structure of his abdominal cavity, the God of Laws' eyes shifted. He took a detour straight to Norman Fortress. There, the armies of other races and the human coalition were fighting with great fervor. More than ten thousand died every day, and tens of thousands more were wounded.
The God of Laws lurked around Norman Fortress for two months. Once he intervened, casualties on both sides abruptly multiplied severalfold within those two months. Even a tiny arrow grazing a finger's skin would cause the wounded soldier to die.
In less than two months, over a million soldiers from the other races and the human armies had been killed