During a burglary at his father's house and accidentally bumped into Nurgle's ascension formale, Motarian put forward the condition that -

"Die."

With an indifferent tone and a swift slash, Motarian swung his scythe and drew a beautiful crescent moon in the corridor of the Black Demon Pavilion, and suddenly, the skin of the three Spirit Stalkers who didn't have time to dodge opened, and the stinking flesh foam and broken bone chips flew away.

The three corpses quickly decayed and became maggots the moment they lost their lives, and these elite trained Spirit Clan warriors proved the strength of the original body with their lives.

However, the target of this trip, the Mother Goddess Aisha, who was trapped in the garden of Nurgle, was just a room and a cauldron away, and it was impossible for Everene to retreat at this time.

Then all that's left is to fight.

The remaining less than 60 warriors dispersed in an instant, lined up according to the ancient battle method left behind by a certain warlike phoenix lord of the Spirit Clan, and surrounded Motarian in the middle with a scythe in one hand. This is a spirit tactic known as 'water waves', which is characterized by continuous attacks like waves of sea.

However, Everene did not participate in the siege of Motarion, leaving the main force and rushing straight into the room.

The Spirit Clan warriors were well aware of the disparity in strength between themselves and the Ascending Primordials, so they chose a prudent strategy, with the rest of the team forming a battle formation to temporarily hold Motarian in check, and creating as much opportunity as possible for Evelene to hurry up and release Aisha.

"Demigod body? How about a taste of this sword?! ”

An agile warrior cloaked in a black cloak burst out of the water, his short sword with a speed that even the most elite Astarte could not see, and stabbed Motarian in the back. That's where the kidneys are.

Bell ——! With a thud, the wide blade of the scythe slashed the short sword of the Spirit Clan's samurai, and twisted it in the opposite direction, cutting its sturdy body into two pieces of rotten flesh.

"This sword is not so good." Motarian shook the putrid drops of blood off his scythe.

However, before the action of shaking off the blood was over, the arm of the original body suddenly raised, and with a twist of the tiger's mouth, the scythe that had just been bladed down slashed upwards, splitting a Spirit Clan warrior who was jumping in mid-air from the bottom to the top of his crotch into two halves.

"Filthy bastard, killing you is defiling my scythe."

Mortarian said in disgust, taking another 3 seconds to kill a Dark Eldar Lich Fighter who dared to offend the approach.

— more than 2.99 seconds of that time waiting for it to muster up the courage to rush forward.

The scythe in the hands of the Ascending Primordial seemed to have eyes, and each blow perfectly predicted the attack and movement of the Spirit Clan warriors, so much so that it looked as if they were actively hitting Motarian's knife edge.

"Damn! He seems to be able to predict our actions in advance, predict our movements! ”

"I can't imagine that the original body has become so powerful after the ascension, and Motarian's psionic divination and future vision ability are likely to be even more powerful than the supreme prophet of our ark!!"

In the Water Wave Battle Array, the Lich Fighters of the Dark Spirit Clan and the warriors of the Bietan Ark Spirit Clan both felt the suffocating oppression of the Ascending Demon Primordial Body.

They don't see any flaws in Motarian, and they have no hope of victory.

"Bastard! What psionic divination? What is the future view? Motarian was furious: "This is numerology! ”

Mortarian's scythe-gripping hands trembled slightly, unparalleled anger crept up his pale face, and the original body gritted its teeth and roared, "Ignorant aliens, lowly fools...... You ignorant dog mongrels don't understand the mysteries of numerology, so you can only use strange magic to distort my greatness......"

He laughed angrily, and the giant scythe in his hand swung widely, harvesting the lives of the elite warriors of the Spirit Race as efficiently as clearing weeds.

Even the most elite Spirit Clan warriors are nothing more than fish to be slaughtered in front of the Ascending Demon Primordial Body.

"Hah!!"

"Come, come, come, come, come...... Inferior things, inferior creatures, all die under my 'Dance of Death'......!! ”

Motarian slaughtered the Spirit warriors who had come forward with a magnificent dance, not paying any attention to Evelene, who had already rushed into the room and was struggling towards the position of Aisha's cage.

In Motarian's opinion: I'm already at war with the intruders, so why bother to do more? Whether Evereni succeeded in letting Aisha go or not, Father couldn't find a reason to blame him, and that was enough.

Working under the Chaos Evil God and having no salary, what kind of life do you have?

In this situation, even Russell could only say from the bottom of his heart when he saw it: "Wonderful." ”

Russell, as a bystander, could see very clearly that Motarian was not using psionic energy to predict the future and predict the movement of the spirits, but was 'calculating'.

Based on the number of remaining enemies, their location, the type of weapon, the speed of action, the flow of air, ...... With incredible speed, Motarian calculates the most suitable direction to attack every second from a huge amount of information, and returns fire in advance.

This kind of calculation requires a very high grasp of information, and once the sickle in the hand is swung into the air, it is actively revealing a huge flaw.

However, from the beginning of the battle until now, Motarian has not even been able to stab himself.

His movements were graceful as if he were doing a dance, deftly dodging the assassinations of the Lich Fighter and the spell attacks of the War Witch, every breath and every breath was as precise as the most rigid number equation.

Whoever strikes a hand will see blood.

Russell turned his gaze into the room.

In the center of the room was a huge cauldron, and the dark floor was dripping with saliva and pus from the pustules of his father, and Nurgle had been squatting in front of the pot to boil sickness and pestilence.

A strange wave of psionic energy came from Evelene's body, and she walked straight through the room, leaning against the wall to the cage placed in the corner.

Everene had apparently used some means to resist the corrosion of the pus and air poison under her feet, but this method did not last long, after all, this was the dormitory of Nurgle himself. Russell could clearly see that the psionic fluctuations in her body were getting weaker and weaker, and she was about to lose it.

Seeing the spirit bone armor decay and brittle under the erosion of Nurgle's poisonous gas, one by one foul-smelling pus bubbles emerged from Evelene's skin, her breath of life became weaker and weaker, making Russell, as a bystander, look a little anxious.

"What about the Grim Reaper? Death save me? ”

However, the Grim Reaper did not manifest, and Evelene was not yet the Chosen Grim Reaper, nor did she hold the sword of the old woman in her hand. Nurgle's plague wreaked havoc on her body, and Russell slowly collapsed under Russell's nervous melon-eating mood.

In the cage in the corner of the room, Aisha shed a crystal clear tear of sadness.

"I'll just say, it's easy for someone with a name and a surname to die." Russell applauded her.

It stands to reason that even if Russell yells in a signal shielding state, no one else can hear or feel it.

However, at this time, as if sensing something, Motarian stopped the dance of death that harvested life, and he held the scythe in one hand and looked solemnly in the direction where Russell was.

(End of chapter)