The artillery fire and lasers were as dense as rain, flashing in the dark vacuum.
The spaceships formed an overlapping fleet, creating a formation to divide and eliminate the invading Aberration.
The power Church priests, wielding greatswords, cleared away the Aberration climbing onto the exposed decks of the massive warship. Every now and then, a dying Church would activate the flight mechanism of his power armor and ascend rapidly into the air, only to explode amidst the swarm of Aberration high above, his soul returning to the Pale God.
Such extreme devotion to faith, such an extreme war of defense, evokes a profound and indescribable emotion in those who witness it.
Perhaps Norton, high above the stars, had no feelings, but at least Abraham was carefully sitting on the soft leather sofa beside Norton and savoring his wine, seemed somewhat moved.
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, isn't this kind of deception towards your inferiors a bit too much...?"
Abraham felt a chill run down his spine as he looked out the viewing window at the magnificent spectacle of humanity shining brightly. He felt a tingling, resonant sensation in his very soul, followed by a profound sense of shame.
That's right, the Abraham who fought tenaciously within the Star System Aberration was a fake.
It was created by Norton to seduce people.
The real Abraham had already completed his performance when the flesh and blood descended, and retreated here, now enjoying fine wine with Norton and watching this grand spectacle.
Countless humans died hastily for the sake of humanity, for the Pale Church, for the Pale God Norton, and even for his new king Abraham. They cried out that their souls should return to the Pale Throne, and they called upon the name of the Pale God Norton. They fought to the death for this so-called sliver of hope. Such devout faith truly illuminated the ugly heart of Abraham!
The light even made his heart ache.
Abraham had never felt so ashamed before, nor had he ever felt so deeply that his ruthlessness paled in comparison to His Majesty's.
If this protest were to actually happen, and they were merely standing by and watching, then so be it.
Ironically, this war was fabricated by them from beginning to end, a Hell prison designed to deplete the population, gather human faith, and solidify the human spirit.
They went directly from bystanders to perpetrators; who could possibly stand that?
"Hmm?" Before Abraham could finish speaking, a cold, questioning voice rang out from the side, causing him to wisely shut his mouth.
However, his eyes quickly and lightly swept over the scene on the main sofa, which was so extravagant that it could even be described as 'body sushi', and the coldness in his heart grew uncontrollably.
On the huge main sofa in the middle, Biyang Norton, who had been hiding for many days, sat with his slender and tall figure in the very center.
More than twenty pretty young girls sat on his lap, in his lap, or with their soft feet nestled in his arms. Some sat on the back of the sofa behind him, placing their soft, white feet on his shoulders. Others lay prone on the floor, pressing their soft, delicate bellies against Norton's feet. Even his full head of silver hair was wrapped around the girls' bodies...
Every inch of his skin was enveloped in soft, fragrant ketones, disgusting and bizarre, ugly and grotesque!
His desires have grown to such an extent that his threshold for stimulation has risen to a terrifying level. It's hard to imagine what kind of heinous acts he might commit next.
Are they going to emulate the Church of the past, devouring these girls' bodies to achieve a deeper level of possession and satisfaction?
Abraham felt a chill in his heart. This appalling scene stung his eyes, but it also filled him with a deep fear, making him tremble with terror.
There's no other reason than that Norton's methods of manipulating people are simply too terrifying, so terrifying that they inspire despair.
He never used any of his own force from beginning to end; he merely bestowed the authority of immortality upon those below him, then sealed himself off, thus completely reversing the course of human nature and manipulating everything under his control.
And this is merely the least significant aspect of his divine nature—scheming.
Such a terrifying operation, which allowed him to control all of humanity with such ease, truly drove him to despair.
Was Abraham also part of this scheme? Just like Jonah in the past, all the weaknesses and procedures he revealed to others were merely tricks to ultimately succeed!
Norton merely snorted and did nothing, yet Abraham was already drenched in cold sweat, even his crotch was damp.
"Hmph... Abraham, put away your pathetic pity."
A faint voice echoed in the room, and Abraham's body trembled violently, feeling as if he had farted twice.
Hearing these words, he broke out in a cold sweat, feeling that His Majesty had seen right through him.
Norton's gaze swept over him before returning to the magnificent battle scene outside the window. His face was expressionless, yet it exuded a chilling coldness.
"A hundred years ago, you were still indignant at the fickleness and Betrayal of humanity, and you were still aware of the base nature and greedy heart of humankind. Now, seeing this scene of piety, have you already forgotten the folly of the past?"
The delicate soles, hands, arms, and even chest slid across Norton's skin, yet they did not cause the slightest tremor in his words.
"Human nature is inherently evil; baseness is the very essence of humanity. If it weren't for this invading enemy, humanity would only be trapped in internal conflicts and oppression, and they would only evolve to become increasingly wicked. Having experienced the era of the Holy Lord Empire, are your thoughts still naive today?"
Have you completely forgotten all the atrocities of the past, from mutton soup to specimens of human bodies and even baby figurines, all under the guise of this pious faith?
Human beings are inherently base and servile! Only through physical torture can they retract their violent hands. Only through mental oppression can they curb their inner greed!
That's why I've built this prison of mind and body, trapping them in their predicament.
Looking at them now, weren't they all devout believers and of noble character?
Hearing Norton's question, and recalling the sinful acts of humanity's elite in the past, Abraham was stunned.
Hmm... that actually makes some sense!
In any case, humanity today is indeed completely united from top to bottom, with devout thoughts and noble behavior.
Aside from a bit more death and a little bit of external enemies.
"Therefore, I, Norton, did not construct the demons of Hell, but rather the gods of Heaven!"
Norton spread his arms wide, his eyes closed, as if to display his own sublimity, but his palms actually grasped two soft, tender mounds.
This guy has gone mad.
Let him ramble on for two more chapters.