When the Redstone Empire's troops saw the scene, they were gripped by terror and despair.
Some of these soldiers had spent years steeped in the empire's decadent luxury and had barely seen combat.
Even the battle-hardened veterans had never seen a deity wield such overwhelming power and divine authority.
He had ignored the Redstone Warships they took such pride in, bypassed the supposedly all-powerful power of Nightmare, and wiped out their Nightmare servant troops in an instant.
Now the Redstone Warships—the foundation of the empire, forged from World Stone—were held in that deity's hand like toys, without the slightest chance of breaking free.
Faced with such absolute power, they had no room to fight back, or even to imagine fighting back. It crushed them utterly, body and spirit.
The regular army's cannons had proved useless. With a sweep of his hand, 108 gathered up the Redstone Warships suspended and tumbling in space, clutching them all in his palm like a child collecting his toys.
The moment he acted, the entire battlefield was transformed.
The Players and soldiers on the front line finally came to their senses and erupted in ecstatic cheers.
They raised their arms, waving their weapons and shouting the title of the being who had saved them.
"Calamity Lord!"
"Calamity Lord!"
"Calamity Lord!"
As 108 held the Warships, he could clearly feel the boundless faith, the spirit of war, the fervor and respect surging toward him from across the battlefield like a tidal wave.
Those emotions, thick with gratitude and hope, mingled with victory and the war's end. They filled 108 with a pride and satisfaction he had never known before.
No wonder deities still need faith to sustain them, no matter how powerful they are.
*Faith isn't just the source of their power. It nourishes a