Buzz——!!!

The high-pitched roar of the chainsaw axe still resounded across the mound of flesh.

Elaine sat a little tired on the body of a Tzeentch demon who had been stripped of his limbs, her blood-red power armor had been smeared with a scarlet color by countless demon flesh, and her solid and heavy terracotta steel shell was now covered with potholes and scars like the surface of the moon, and there were even several terrible scars that completely pierced through this power armor.

Obviously, even a genetic protogenist with the body of a demigod can feel a little tired after a terrible battle.

Elaine casually glanced at the still struggling Tzeentch Demon beneath him, and the miserable state of being dismembered by himself made it impossible for anyone to imagine that it was a Great Demon.

In this era when no mutated gene prototypes have been born, there are very few great demons that can be compared to gene prototypes.

What's more... Her force value in the genoplasma should be considered the best type.

At least better than Kiliman.

Looking at the mountain of demon corpses around her, Elaine thought a little nonsensically.

Because of the knowledge of her previous life, she has a good impression of the brother she has never met, but she can't hide the disastrous achievements of Killiman in the future.

After all, the old thirteen fights are real dishes...

"Goo, tuck... You-roar...!! ”

Suddenly, a fragmented roar interrupted Elaine's thoughts.

From beneath her, the great Tzeentch who had been mutilated to the point of becoming a demon.

Under the heavy pressure of Elaine's huge size and power armor, no matter how hard it struggled, it couldn't break free, not to mention that Tzeentch Demon was not good at strength in the first place.

And its shattering roar was also due to Elaine's chainsaw axe slashing into its neck, completely cutting off its vocalization.

Seeing this, Elaine smiled brutally.

Buzz——!!!

"How—are you unwilling?"

With her sickly voice, the chainsaw axe that had been deeply embedded in the neck of the Tzeentch Demon suddenly activated, and the high-speed single-molecule serrations were constantly tearing apart the remaining flesh of the Tzeentch like a meat saw, and the horrific wounds visible to the naked eye showed that most of the flesh and cervical vertebrae had been severed, and only a little flesh and skin were left to link its head and body—and as a Tzeentch Demon with tenacious vitality, this level was far less than real death.

"Uh-huh...!!"

Tzeentch struggled in pain, and it was not a pleasant feeling to be tortured like this and not be able to resist it—even as a demon that could be resurrected in subspace, this humiliating torture was terrifying enough.

At this moment, under Elaine's half-shattered helmet, there was a terrifying gaze like that of a bloodthirsty beast, and a little brutal smile loomed in the shadows.

"Since you are unwilling, then go to resurrect a few more times and be killed by me a few more times..."

"Anyway, you wretches can be resurrected, right?"

Elaine's cold voice betrayed contempt, almost like looking at an animal waiting to be slaughtered.

"This is your realm - the rules of physics are completely different from the real universe, and there are all kinds of strange traps and spells..."

"And I'm different. I don't have a body that can be resurrected indefinitely, and I have weapons and armor that can be damaged by durability—"

As she spoke, Elaine slowly got up and looked around at the next wave of demons that were surging around her.

And the Tzeentch Demon under her is obviously the last survivor of the last wave of demon armies.

"I may be exhausted, I may die, I may flee back to the real universe, but I may also kill you scumbags until they will not be resurrected."

"You may have lost the will to fight long ago, but you are still driven by some [will] to continue to send you to your death."

Faced with the oppressive force of the Crimson Shadow, there was only fear in its gaze.

"Now, let me see..."

"What do you want in me to whom you are allegiant?"

……

The waltz of this slaughter is far from final, and this trial of the brave has just begun.

The massive shadow on the throne of skulls kept its eyes on the crimson star that was rampaging through the demon army.

At the same time, the unpredictable shadow hidden at the end of the crystal labyrinth is watching the outsider who has been reckless in his realm.

The hysterical revolt, the inheritance of the responsibility of the firestealer, how familiar...

Yes, Tzeentch had seen her in the Black Library—

At that time, she was still shivering in her infancy. Faced with endless illusions, the fear of being counted for thousands of years is gradually crushed.

For such a small, fragile soul, it was an indescribably terrible torture.

Unlike the reckless man who only longed for battle and blood, the Lord of Change developed a deep curiosity about this small, unknown being.

He watched the tiny baby gradually move towards decay, and also watched the newborn girl who transformed from swaddling clothes to a powerful [change], faced with the original compatriots who had the same depraved fate as himself, racked his brains to try to change the [change] of the wheel of fate, and led the destined endless souls to rush into the subspace and rebel against the lord of the skull.

On this long and interesting path of change, even His curiosity grew stronger.

What is it that will that pushes the soul of the past to move forward? What is the driving force that urges her to run the long road against fate?

Interesting questions one after another, and Tzeentch is happy to structure those weird, fantastic questions.

As the end of infinite wisdom and the end of all questions, He is constantly peering at all the questions and answers of the entire galaxy, down to the innocent imagination of young children, to the ultimate answers of the ancient sages' exhaustive lives, and all changes and results will lead to the answers of the Lord of Change.

Now, a being is full of mysteries, and her existence is one of the twenty-one cores of the thirtieth millennium, as a pivot of the changing times and a vision of the future changes of the Lord of Mankind.

Unlike the sadistic and boring thirst for blood, Tzeentch wants nothing more than to touch the strings of her fate, which is full of endless variables and unknowns.

Even if her territory has been turned upside down by her, even if her tentacles have been completely destroyed by the edge she has revealed, the price of all this is only as small as dust in the eyes of the Lord of Change.

And so, the curtain was lifted under the great will—and the web of the intrigue of the Lord of All Things was unfolded for her alone.

Tzeentch's messenger hovered beside her throughout.

He looked forward to what the variables of this fate-defying being would bring.

……

Kill Kill Kill! Kill the Riddler!

There was a bit of an unexpected situation two days ago, and I'll try to make up for it today!

(End of chapter)