There will always be times when you need to face your fears and unknowns.

Like now.

Hoping that he hadn't subconsciously backed away, Kalas stood there, staring at "Motarian" in front of him.

Within seven paces of Callas, Motarian stopped.

It stopped, not motionless, like a dead branch that had just been drilled out of the ground.

It wasn't until Mortarian approached Karastiphon that Karatharian saw what Mortarian was like now.

…… Its tattered, seemingly unusually empty cloak seemed to have no torso at all, or something as thick as bones supporting it, and countless mist wafted under its cloak, giving it a suffocating feeling.

The strange pattern of fine frost spreads from the foot of the canopy and gradually dissolves into the cloak.

The mist surged upward, completely obscuring its face, and it was impossible to see what was behind the white mist.

But it was Callas who felt it the most...... That's not what comes from the bottom of my heart.

He was terrified, terrified, like the kind of fear that creatures have when they spontaneously encounter a predator—from the depths of their souls.

He faced Motarian, a strange flow of green light reflected in the face of Intrepid.

That comes from its wings.

In fact, it wasn't until Motarian had just taken off that Kara saw the inside of the pair of folded wings.

It was a completely different existence from its overall appearance.

Dazzling vigilance green lit up on the inner wings of the dull, thin wings, the green was full and abundant, and some kind of black crack representing the destruction burst out and climbed over it, outlining the outline of the skull, both human and alien.

The skulls drawn with dark cracks screamed in silence all the time, struggling in their wings, screaming silently, twisting in pain.

Countless white mist hung down from it, flowing out from between the tiny shallow scales.

Each scale reflects a different green color with subtle movements, which is dazzling for a moment.

It was this inner wing, which was completely different from the first impression, that startled Kalas when Motarian had just taken off.

In nature, some insects disguise themselves as inconspicuous in order to avoid predators, but if they are spotted by predators, they will violently unfold another side of themselves – a terrifying face of bright colors and strange patterns.

Of course...... For Motarion, Callas swallowed, it was not a disguise for him to hide himself, quietly approach his prey, and finally reap the harvest.

Kalas stared at Motarian, even though he was empty-handed, and Kalas believed that the Grim Reaper could kill him in an instant.

"Mo ...... Motarian? ”

There was still no sound, it was pantomime, but Callas was used to it, and he hesitated to speak,

"The Death Guard needs you, and you need to come back and lead the Death Guard."

Motarian didn't move, and Kalas felt like he was talking to a leaf.

But at least he didn't mean to attack him suddenly.

Kalas smiled, and on the better side, Motarian wasn't dead, he had found Motarian - and that was enough.

"I'm glad you're not dead, Death, you can't die, can you?"

Motarian stared at him, and some of the meanings in Callas's words touched something—

+ Death is the last step, and the last step can only be death. +

He said that some kind of liquid was dripping from the position of his eyes in the face shrouded in white mist, and why Kalas could see because the green color had penetrated the mist.

It was still silent, but Callas "heard" Motarian's words directly on the soul level.

There was a breakthrough, and Kalas continued to try to communicate with Motarian,

“…… The last step can only be death? ”

Callas swallowed.

"What does this mean Grim Reaper?"

+ death, +

That being says, + Pure death, perdition, no longer falling into the cycle. +

The Pale Lord was silent, he tried to see the presence in front of him, but his vision was still blurry, everything around him was clear, but only that being...... As if he were from another world, his figure was like a reflection in the depths of the water.

But he didn't see it as an infiltrator, a saboteur, on the contrary, that being was part of it.

So what exactly is he?

The Pale Lord tried to touch his thoughts, a difficult step, and since he had first begun to become conscious, he had stayed here, thinking of nothing, doing nothing, just staying.

All he had to do was wait, wait for the huge part to be digested, and then he could try to do something according to his consciousness.

But he knew he would do nothing.

This is in line with the direction of his own water flow in subspace.

Death is an inevitable process, and it will come as promised, whether life acts or not.

It's an inevitable process, it's a natural endgame.

As a newly "born" subspace creature, he was still fragile, the instincts of the Pale Lord alerted him, and on the other side of his mind, he vaguely remembered that he had been running away from some kind of being—and now, the aura of that existence was still not far away.

So he hiding.

The Pale Lord was silent, and after a long silence, he decided that the new being was not an "intruder", but a returning creature, and the Pale Lord decided to leave again, returning to where he had been, and continuing to do nothing.

Kalas watched as Motarian tried to turn around, ready to leave again.

"Hey! Isn't - Motarian?! ”

Daring Do hurried over, but within the boundaries of subspace, he would never be able to live a single subspace creature.

"That won't work, Plan B."

Whispers can be heard in the communication channel.

The next moment, the Pale Lord turned sharply, the white mist rolling, and he soared, the skeleton between his wings glaring angrily at Callas's back,

The white mist surged towards Callas's back.

Kalas looked back and saw a dazzling golden color, which appeared at some point, and Machado stood there, the Grey Knights beside him chanting prayers.

"Come here!"

Machado shouted, his voice heard in the silent land, and Kalas felt himself flying, and before Kalas could reach Machado's group, Machado began to run backwards, towards the more stable part of the veil.

At the same time, without hesitation, Machado grabbed a small death guard with his free hand, and the little guy tossed silently in the hands of the running old man as if he hadn't woken up.

This act thoroughly enraged the Pale Lord, and Kalas watched as Motarian flew straight towards them, wings fluttering, alternating light and dark, and the misty scythe gradually taking shape in his hands—

The gray knight on Macardo's side held a book in one hand and turned to the appropriate page number for the old man in the other.

Machado began to chant aloud, and ancient, subspace language came out of his mouth,

Even though Kalas didn't understand anything, in a trance, he seemed to understand...... Is that...... Is that......

That's Motarian's real name.

The tide in the subspace had just receded at the gate of the fertilizer plant, and just as the group had arrived there, Machado had finished reciting the last syllable.

"Come here!"

The old man drank it, and a huge shockwave exploded behind them!

"Bang !!"

Vaux stared at everything in front of him dumbfounded.

The fog cleared, and he saw a huge being—

The Emperor is above...... A lying insect alien......

But there was something surging in his soul and blood that told him that he seemed to have some respect for this being.

Vaux knew emotionally what it was, but he intellectually didn't accept it.

Makado panted and wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, but it didn't work, and he still vomited blood from his mouth.

Bunny Cub ...... He can't cure you?

The Death Guard in his hand began to struggle just then, and the little creature struggled to wipe the old man's blood—Machado sincerely hoped that there was no plague on the little fellow.

All right!

(End of chapter)