"Wait a minute, let me slow down."

Alexander shrugged his shoulders as he shut down the chainsaw sword, the high-intensity combat did drain his stamina.

He noticed that some of the armor on his body had begun to dissipate, and he said intimately.

"Do you want to recover too, this body, it doesn't look very stable."

Alexander wondered why he was drunk, but now he was more concerned about how long he could survive in the material world.

Could it be that the material world has different ways and strengths to resist evil gods?

I don't understand.

The level of life of the four gods makes them unable to express their own emotions, because they themselves are the embodiment of some kind of emotion or will.

Alexander, on the other hand, was able to move his heart at will, exuding an unusually alluring smell for 'gods'.

It was the breath of rebirth, the vitality of youth.

"It's okay, this body hasn't died yet."

After the chainsaw sword was shut down, the smell of Nurgle's soul-invading was much lighter, but it was also easier.

Squinting his eyes and not moving, he uses the power of subspace to clear the negative state of his body and eliminate unnecessary outward attire.

This makeshift body greatly limited his playfulness, and he was already on the verge of collapse under the fierce fighting.

To be honest, I knew that I shouldn't come at the beginning of the horror, and the emperor would be restricted everywhere in what he wanted to do.

However, he still wanted to see St. Giles, so he arrived in the physical world through Uzur.

But I never expected that there would be an extremely unexpected gain from this operation.

No wonder the emperor was desperate to snatch the galloping red figure.

If He had known, it would have been so.

Fear of sadism felt in Alexander a sincere emotion that he had never experienced before.

Care?

Worry?

Can such emotions still arise on the battlefield?

He wasn't sure.

However, there is no doubt that this emotion makes the sadomasochism extremely happy.

Sadomasochism loves war and everything in war.

Whether it's courage, honor, rage, strength, hatred, camaraderie, or any other emotion, He loves it.

But there is never a so-called comrade-in-arms, even if it is the same kind, the Great Demon is just a soldier in his heart.

Fear of sadism has been alone since its birth, facing never-ending wars, aimless wars, waging wars for the sake of wars.

He had never experienced any other emotion from the same level of life.

Undoubtedly, His heart was lonely.

"What are you thinking?"

Alexander, noticing that the Sadist was wandering, raised his hand and jumped up and waved it in front of His eyes.

He didn't realize what the impact of his inadvertent emotions had on the abuse.

"You should return to the subspace, which is your true home."

Fear of abuse is a serious suggestion, but after thinking about it, it doesn't feel right.

If Alexander embraced the subspace, without those sincere expressions of emotion, wouldn't he have become an ancient and stereotypical existence like the four of them, not five.

"Hey," Alexander quickly stopped, quietly pointing to the sky.

The emperor must be watching the situation on the battlefield, and if he says something that shouldn't be said, wouldn't such a good coach say nothing.

If he can't go back, he'll have to be beaten.

"Hmph," Sadomasochism chuckled.

I don't know if he was laughing at the emperor, or if Alexander was actually taking the initiative to think about him before laughing.

In the middle of space, the emperor slammed into the experimental table beside him, and a cold-bladed sickle on it thumped.

He stood up and paced back and forth by the porthole, his face changing and changing, but he still couldn't resist going to Bar-Prime.

The emperor had already done many things to prevent the four gods from contacting Alexander, and he never expected things to develop like this, the two met for the first time, and he was afraid that he and Alexander were getting along quite well.

The emperor had lived in the material world for a long time, and he was not attracted to the forces of emotion, nor did he use them as food, and he had no idea that the emotions generated by Alexander would have such a huge attraction to the four gods.

...

"Let's get started, use all your powers, and remember my moves."

Fearful Sadist lifted the knife again, lifted the blade upwards, and raised his hands above his head.

The two had already communicated too much, and the Sadist could sense that the Emperor's patience with him was about to reach its limit.

Alexander activated the chainsaw sword, and the blue flames quickly burned along the trajectory of the single-molecule saw blade.

The Horror felt that after the burning fire, the aura of the Chainsaw Sword had faded a lot, but it had not completely dissipated.

Psionic power spread around Alexander's body, spewing pale blue flames from the gaps in his white wings, and he turned into a streamer, and the chainsaw sword slashed down and up with the force of inertia.

Clang~

There was a long sonic boom that shook Alexander's eardrums.

Sadomasis used a very simple move, leaning down and lunging down.

The blood-red knife could have slashed Alexander's head first, but he forcibly moved the tip of the knife upwards, slammed the top edge of the chainsaw sword with the heel of the knife, and then kicked Alexander several meters away.

"Again, with the move I just made."

The abusive tone did not fluctuate in the slightest.

He leaned sideways with one hand, the tip of his knife pointing diagonally underneath, intending to use the same attack Alexander had just used.

However, the hand behind him could no longer resist the exodus of the material world, and began to slowly disappear.

"Understood."

Alexander flapped his wings twice in the air before he steadied himself, took a deep breath, held his breath, and his eyes sharpened.

With the lightning speed and power of the knife just now, Alexander had already simulated in his mind what would happen when he was slashed.

It wasn't until he was kicked that Alexander suddenly woke up, fear and abuse are the god of blood and war.

It's not his brothers who can joke at will, and it's not his father who is quite measured.

Alexander raised the chainsaw sword above his head, and quickly simulated the action of tens of thousands of lunges in his mind, analyzing his body data to find the perfect and most suitable way to exert power.

His body has wings, flexibility is the power engraved in his bones, and flying is the instinct of movement.

This time, Alexander exuded extremely strong spiritual power, like a ball of fire on his face.

There was no fear, no bloodlust, no cruelty and revenge in his mind.

There is only a simple movement of a knife.

This time, the figures on the field staggered and did not make any sound.

Alexander only felt a hot knife slicing butter in his hand, and then shuttled to the edge of the circular dueling arena.

"yes, remember that feeling."

The Sadist no longer had the strength to stop Alexander.

The chainsaw sword slashed diagonally from the shoulders of his flesh to his waist, and the blue flames attached to his subspace essentially scorched and penetrated, and a ray of flame erupted from the shoulders of the body that sat on the throne with terror.

"Summoned, blood sacrifice to the blood god, I..."

The last wisp of his psionic power left a word in Alexander's ear, and his body began to drift away in the wind.

All anchors and sigils of 'Skullsnatcher' Uzur in the subspace were erased by the blue flames as the demon's body disappeared.

With a click, the head with argali's horns fell to the ground, its blood-red eyes dimming with the passage of psionic power, but the skull remained.