"Get out of here and hide, useless guy."

The tall alien lord tugged at the collar of the original and dragged Motarian into the dimly lit room, and it directly kicked the sluggish original numb by the poisonous mist, kicking Motarian into the room.

Bang! The door was shut.

Facing his adopted son, the alien was completely unable to rein, and Motarian coughed up a mouthful of blood, and he gasped and drew the dagger from his waist.

He stood up against the wall and walked quickly to the door.

Motarian clutched the dagger in his hand, and the original body lay on the ground, observing Nacre's whereabouts through the crack in the door.

Nacre looks...... Very irritable.

Motarian felt the cold air run down his spine, and it wasn't until this moment, at the sight of Nacre's agitated figure, that he realized how terrifying the monster really was.

One after the golems' battle reports, the battle line that Nacre had spent so much time and energy on was easily breached, as smooth as a dagger through cooked fat.

Singled out by the original adoptive father, the seven natively cunning psionic lords gathered around Nacre, who was standing in the center of the circle Nacre had arranged, hoping to use the power of psionic energy to kill monsters.

They panicked and kept asking Nacre what to do, but Nacre didn't say a word, staring coldly at the ground.

Motarian was familiar with that look, and Nacre was about to kill.

Nacre spoke, ordering the lords to stand in their corresponding positions.

As the primordial heart moved, Motarian realized that the circle was not equal, and that Nacre was going to sacrifice the lords to strengthen its own power!!

Realizing this, Motarian felt angry, and even more desperate at some kind of flame being extinguished by a basin of cold water, no, no, no, he was already no match for Nacre, if Nacre still strengthened himself with a forbidden spell......

Motarian will have no chance of winning!

Be sure to stop Nacre's sacrifice!

Young Motarian gritted his teeth, a bitter sense of despair creeping through his soul like a spider's web, thinking about what he would face next...... Motarian exhaled a deep, cloudy breath as his guts ached as he was kicked by Nacre.

Just as Motarian pondered what to do next, Nacre struck! The tall alien fingertips lit up with an arc of electricity, and the arc split in the air, slashing directly at the other seven lords!

"Thank you for your sacrifice."

The alien grinned, and he spat out a lengthy incantation praising the god of life and death.

Standing in the center of the altar amid wails and curses, Nacre raised his arm, and as Nacre's spell progressed, the space around it twisted, and the line between the subspace and the physical world began to blur.

Without a moment's hesitation, Motarian slammed the door open with his shoulder and headed straight for the sacrificial lord closest to him!

The sacrifice was not completed, and the alien who had been calculated by Nacre was screaming hysterically, and Motarian grabbed the alien's hand directly, trying to pull it out of the altar.

He needs to be the first to destroy the circle - and the destroyed circle will also eat Nacre!

Seeing Motarian coming, Nacre, who was in the center of the circle, let out a roar, it couldn't leave the circle easily, but with its roar, the tall golems pounced on Motarian!

Laugh at! Motarian stepped back, the xenomorph he was holding on to let out one last shrill scream, and it was torn in half by the force of the original and the altar, and blood splattered like a waterfall.

The ongoing ritual was interrupted by the sudden death of the sacrificial object, and Nacre let out a deafening roar that angrily pointed at the Primordial, and the tyrannical arc of electricity rushed straight at Motarion.

Motarian swooped to the right! The lean body flashed into the puppet's back, and he stabbed into the puppet's back and abdomen, and the puppet who was in pain subconsciously avoided it to the left, just in time to catch the electric python!

In the blinding white light, the puppet froze in place in pain, wailing.

Motarian lowered his body and flashed out of the shadow of the puppet, the puppet who had come to subdue the original body before became his best defense, a black shadow flashed in the group of pushing puppets, and in the gap between the light and the light, the figure of Motarian rushed out faster than lightning! A short sonic boom! The tip of the knife went straight to Nacre's neck!

As long as this blow !!

The hatred in Motarian's eyes was monstrous, and Nacre's ugly face suddenly dilated in the pupils of the original body, and he swung his knife—

Nacre laughed angrily, and a blur of shadow flashed in Motarion's afterglow!

Syllable!

The outcome was decided, and Motarian lifted his feet off the ground, and the original body struggled desperately, his hands tugging hard at the withered hand that clutched his neck.

Nacre grabbed Motarian by the neck and lifted him off the ground.

Nacre laughed, and the alien strode over to the sacrifice that Motarian had killed, and prostrated himself against Motarian in the circle where the sacrifice was.

Half of the corpse's blood and bones soaked Motarian's back, and his face was slammed to the ground.

Motarian's pupils dilated, and he glimpsed in horror that the spatial distortion caused by the ritual had not subsided, but had become more and more intense, but hadn't Nacre already left the center of the altar?!

"I knew you were coming, little, or why don't you think I locked the door?"

Nacre pinched Motarian's hand hard, and the alien's white eyes were full of madness,

"Useless garbage, make one last bit of a small contribution to my ritual!"

Nacre began to chant the incantation again, and with its incantation, rotting plants began to grow around them, and Motarian let out a near-death sound, and he felt his soul begin to be dyed with some color—

No, no, no, no, he grabbed Nacre and grabbed his hand, but it was like dead wood, unconsciously strangling him.

Motarian's eyes began to become hazy, and in his ears, Nacre's blasphemous incantation began to hum, and in a trance, the original body saw that it was not Nacre's ugly figure in front of him.

But...... But......

In a burst of life, the bloated and fat body stretched out its hand to him,

No, Motarian felt as if his soul was screaming, no, no, no, no! He doesn't accept it!!

He looked at him, his mouth spilling with sticky saliva opening and closing, and he said—

"Say your mom! Get lost!!! ”

Motarian suddenly woke up, he woke up like a big dream and looked at Nacre in front of him who suddenly began to twitch, grabbed his hand and let go, Motarian quickly struggled to get out, only for a moment, the original body found that the distorted space on the altar began to subside, and Nacre was struggling to try to straighten up.

Without a hint of hesitation—Motarian felt a chill deep in his bones—and he swung his dagger down Nacre's neck again—even though he was on the verge of death, Motarian didn't let go of his grip on it.

The faint psionic arcs lit up again, but they were extinguished extremely quickly, and the dagger in Mortarion's hand stabbed smoothly into his adoptive father's neck, just like the scene in his daily dreams—the dagger in his hand stabbed down, and the ugly head stared at him with wide eyes, and its last words murmured in the air—

"Waste."

Eventually, it slammed off.

Boom!

The head falls to the ground.

Motarian fell backwards, he slumped to the ground, sitting in a pool of blood, he breathed heavily, and the original body realized that he was in a cold sweat, sticky cold blood and sweat mixed with his clothes, sticky against his back.

He subconsciously looked at the head lying in a pool of blood, his adoptive father's head staring at him staring at him intently, and the last words were still the same curse.

Motarian's ears were ringing, everything was so quiet here that apart from the sound of his tinnitus and heartbeat, the golems who had just been dancing their teeth and claws had fallen, the wailing lords had been silenced in death, and there was no gunfire outside during battle.

Now, everything is quiet.

Motarian stared at Nacre's head in a trance, what had just happened seemed like a dream to the immature primordial, he did it, he did it, he killed Nacre!!

The dreams he prayed for day and night, the dreams he swore countless times that he wanted to do - it only took fourteen seconds, fourteen seconds, and it was all over!

At this moment, Motarian could not think about what he had just seen, he was immersed in the great ecstasy and disbelief of successfully killing his adoptive father, and he stared at the head that was staring at him with the same hatred, as if it had stopped forever.

Until...... Until he heard the footsteps in the silence.

Monster...... The monster is coming.

Motarian tried to get up and run for his life, but he couldn't, he knew which monster had just interrupted the illusion from - something he couldn't fight against.

Motarian breathed heavily, he was going to die, he was going to die - but he had no regrets!

Motarian stared at Nacre's skull, listening to the rapidly approaching footsteps, the corners of his mouth turned up, and he chuckled quietly.

Then his voice grew louder and louder, louder and louder, deafening.

For the first time since he was conscious, Motarian laughed so unbridledly.

Nacre is dead! That's enough!

Motarian felt his eyes heat and the liquid trickle down his face.

The footsteps stopped,

A voice rang out hesitantly,

“…… You okay? ”

Laughing, Motarian froze suddenly, and he slowly turned his head to see what the monster looked like—it must have been even more disgusting than Nacre.

But unexpectedly, he saw a tall human staring at him with a frown of disbelief.

Hades stared at Motarian, choking on the cool opening he had prepared, he had just beaten Nurgle, snatched Nurgle's spoon, and showed off his soup in front of him, warning him to come back next time that his sister would have good juice to eat, so Hades was a little late.

But a few seconds, not to make Motarian a fool, right? What's wrong with this kid?

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Hades watched as the twisted laughter on Motarian's face disappeared in an instant, and his expression returned.

[If you're here to kill me,]

Motari paused, his tone hardened, "Please. 】

For a millisecond, Hades gave up the option of raising the scythe to scare Motarian.

"What am I killing for? You didn't do anything bad. ”

Hades said he walked up to Motarian and pulled him up, who was slumped in a pool of blood, and Motarian looked at him in disbelief, dumbfounded.

Motarian watched as Hades pulled out a roasted corn cob out of nowhere.

Hades handed it to him, and Motarian hesitated for a moment before taking it,

The most ridiculous thing is that the roasted corn is still hot.

Motarian began to doubt his life.

"Eat,"

Hades said lightly, as if it were an ordinary day, "Come down the mountain with me when you're done eating, and we'll find a village to work." ”

Hades is worried, his appetite, plus the original body, if they don't do farm work, there will be a famine in Barbaros next year.

He used to live purely by gnawing on the on Barbarus, and Hades was about to vomit, and he didn't want to eat those stuff anymore!

Hades stared hesitantly at Nacre's head and scratched his chin,

"You can also bring some souvenirs back, after all, a trip up the mountain is tiring enough."

Motarian was silent, silent, carrying the corn cob in his hand and silent, and finally he couldn't help but open his mouth and ask,

【…… Who are you? 】

And also...... Motarian hesitated as he looked at Hades, who was clearly not an ordinary human in height, and the Primordial realized that the giant in front of him was the first being of similar height and race......

Could it be ...... Motarian stared at his adoptive father's head, and a ridiculous thought came to the surface of the original brain, like a bubble.

Could it be ...... Could it be ...... Could it be ......

Motarian watched Hades take a few steps back, and the original body panicked, but then he saw Hades strike a twisted stance,

"Brother is Hades, don't envy brother, brother is just a legend."

Jojo's Hades shook his handsome short hair, "Also, call me-"

Hades' handsome face appeared in front of his eyes, and the emperor was staring at him kindly,

For the sake of the physical and mental health of the original body, in order to facilitate the pit teammates in the future without any psychological burden, Hades finally gave up the big daddy plan, and his tail note turned the eighteen bends of the mountain road.

"—call me brother, brother is young."

Hades said that he had succeeded in seeing Motarian's eyes full of question marks.

But it seems that a trace of regret flashed in the eyes of the original body?

[Oh.] 】

Motarian said dryly.