That is an Abyssal Forged Demon—"Master of Iron Hammer" Dargon, once a warlord who destroyed worlds, lured by the Abyss into becoming a unique demon.

It is a form that has retained its original racial characteristics even after assuming a demonic form, not entirely born from the Abyss.

This life form is common among demons and not remarkable.

This is also a manifestation of chaos.

At this moment, he is clad in armor made of roughly forged metal and the roaring, struggling heads of demon souls. He emits a sound that echoes like a steam whistle.

"Blood Silver... Savior? Hah, a laughable title. I’ve never heard of this god’s name. However, most new gods are arrogant yet cautious, they won’t easily unleash divine power upon us unless absolutely necessary.

"They are more likely to send followers to their deaths, accumulating feats or some kind of ’nutrient’ we can’t comprehend. Not intimidating, just send more minions to tear apart that fortress."

His attitude seems quite arrogant, sneering at the so-called new god.

Yet his words carry conventional respect.

Although they are plotting here, there’s one point: they are absolutely not the rivals of gods.

They are merely extremely powerful demons within the Legendary Tier, not gods, and it’s difficult to reach that level.

So, even a new god is not someone they can provoke, and sometimes new gods coming to the Blood Battle Battlefield don’t follow rules at all.

A new god might appear in the Blood Battle Battlefield for typically two reasons: to showcase power or to recruit qualified apostles or followers.

Life forms that can battle in the Abyss are considered exceptional talents in the normal world.

So, newly born gods sometimes treat the Blood Battle Battlefield as a recruitment market.

Kana indeed has this idea to some extent.

And the power and rules Kana displays have an extremely exaggerated appeal to these warriors and avengers of the Abyss.

"Blood Silver... Kana..."

A Balrog Flame Demon who was originally just standing by with crossed arms suddenly spoke in a low voice.

He is well-structured and burly, his dark red skin resembling cooled volcanic rock, surrounded by eternally burning Purgatorial fire, named "Burning Wings" Simarion.

"This name... I seemed to have heard fragments during a cross-dimensional trade from the soul shards of a dying space merchant."

Simarion’s tone carries a hint of strange amusement, his Purgatorial fire flickering with peculiar light, "It is said... He ignited Divine Fire as a mortal and... personally slew a god of Evil Rat. It also seems he has conflicts with Abyssal gods."

The information he obtained is simple yet chaotic, even he himself doesn’t know if it’s correct.

Thus, he emphasized the words "personally" and "Evil Rat god".

No matter what, it’s certain that he’s someone who has slain gods.

Not every god has divine blood on their hands.

"Oh? A newly ascended god? And actually killed an obsolete rat god?" Natos the Jester raised his eyebrows, finally showing a bit of interest.

"I don’t know about the Evil Rat god... Blood Demon, definitely a lackluster subordinate under the Blood God’s command, but should also be a presence holding some Abyssal authority.

"This Kana... seems to have strong combat abilities. Cosero’s concerns hold some merit, such a god who ascends by stepping over divine corpses is probably not a benign figure.

"If they truly feel offended, come down personally to slap us around, that won’t be fun, right?"

His seemingly concerned words are filled with a tone of mockery and incitement, as if encouraging others to test the god’s quality.

Grask the Flesh Ripper angrily exhaled a puff of sulfur smoke: "Who cares whether they are a new god or an old god, their fortress is gnawing at the Abyssal core on our territory, this is a declaration of war.

"I’ve already sent two waves of armies, despite significant losses, but we’ve probed some things."

He pointed his massive fingers northwards, in the direction of the Blood Pit Fortress.

"Those cowardly ants and their lackeys, they are absolutely dripping in wealth. Alchemy arrows, incendiary bombs, those bizarre energy weapons that pierce our warriors’ thick hides... are being thrown like erupting lava.

"Their posture shows they want to make a huge momentum in one stroke, then plot for more, but what does this imply?"

Grask’s eyes gleam with cunning and bloodthirsty light, "It implies they are consuming reserves, no amount of assets can withstand such consumption, let alone a nascent force like them."

"Continue the attack! Send those Inferior Demons, Horned Demons, and those foolish Abyssal Beasts as cannon fodder, exhaust their ammunition, wear down their walls, and use corpses to clog their furnace channels.

"I refuse to believe their resources can sustain such intensity of war for long! Just wait until they weaken and show a flaw..."

According to unwritten rules, such forces and gods are normally not receiving normal support and resources from the Blood War Fortress.

Even if the Blood War Fortress does not adhere to the surface, such material consumption is beneficial to the Abyss.

They wouldn’t care about the deaths of inferior demons under them, the Abyss is too vast, demons are innumerable, not lacking a few.

He licked his sharp fangs with his huge tongue, "It is the moment for an all-out attack to tear them apart!"

Cosero’s red eyes under the shadows flickered slightly, seemingly evaluating Grask’s "consumption theory". Dargon emitted a gloomy cold hum, tacitly approving this tactic. Natos continued to smile, as if watching a grand farce.

Yet Simarion—the Balrog Flame Demon, squinted his eternally burning Purgatorial eyes, the corners of his mouth curling into a barely discernible, cold curve, as if brewing something.

The Enchanting Demon Duke glanced sidelong at him, involuntarily sneering in his heart.

This scum, sure enough, knows something.

Although he just said he seemed to have obtained information about this new god from some soul, the Enchanting Demon Duke didn’t believe him at all.

He himself is different from chaotic demons, being an enchanting demon and male, climbing to this position suffices to show his mind wouldn’t be easily swayed by the Abyss.

The demons before him, ultimately, are still subject to the influence of the Abyssal will, even if they can see through some things or imagine something, they must still attack according to the will of the Abyss.

Having chatted to this point, these powerful demons no longer had the desire to continue and each departed.

Soon, beside the Balrog Flame Demon appeared the figure of the Enchanting Demon Duke.

"Tell me, what’s the deal with this newborn god? Speaking of which, I remembered something strange, precisely what is your lord, that Blood God, doing now?"

Simarion seemed unsurprised that the Enchanting Demon Duke would suddenly appear beside him.

"Why tell you? Fool, get lost!"

The Enchanting Demon Duke wasn’t angered; he knows Simarion well.

Clearly, this information is very important and also very fatal.

Though he isn’t a Fear Demon, incapable of easily perceiving fear from demons.

Yet, being the Enchanting Demon Duke, he could easily detect a fluctuation in the desire of the demon before him—upon mentioning this newborn god, his desire was shrinking.

For the Enchanting Demon Duke, desires have many forms, and the shrinkage of desire is actually a manifestation of fear.

"For this information, I’ll give you ten Soul Stones."

He offered his price.

Demons rarely have the bargaining process.

Satisfied with the intelligence fee, Simarion paused in his steps.

Then resumed walking.

But this time he spoke.

"I don’t know much, I didn’t even know he became a god, I only know the name Kana.

I can only tell you, he’s a madman, you’d best not provoke him; the title of Savior originates from a world on the path through the Void."

Upon hearing the word Void, the Enchanting Demon Duke froze for a moment.

How long has it been since he last heard this term?

"What rank?"

"Already contacted."

The Enchanting Demon Duke instantly vanished.

He decided not to linger here much longer, find an excuse and method to first avoid this layer of the Blood Battle Battlefield.