Perhaps Motarian did not sow deception in his words this time, for they were indeed being cared for by a loving father.

Kugas thought so with his massive body entrenched in a sedan chair carried by seven hundred and seventy-seven Nurgle spirits.

The environment on Pamenio was not originally so pleasant for a great demon like it. Reality is too strong, subspace is too weak, and for a being as powerful as Kugas, it is like thin porridge water, barely able to satisfy one's stomach, but it is always not enough. In such an environment, it is already very difficult for it to maintain its existence in reality.

But now it's different. The smoky winds from the garden enveloped Kugas, the power of blessing enveloped his army, and the tides of chaos severed the son of the damned from the Corpse Emperor's lackeys, and all it had to do was find him, defeat him, and take even a drop of his blood.

This could not fail under the watchful eye of a loving father, and the rest could be left to Motarian.

These thoughts did not make the great impurity, who had been melancholy, happy. He was in the midst of his father's glorious caresses, but he still lowered his brow, pursed his lips, and thought irrepressibly about what he would do if he failed.

It's not that he doesn't go to great things like refining a greatest plague, or for the greater vision that my Father needs to accomplish. He just, as usual, irrepressibly thinking that things might go bad.

Kugas looked around at the other Nurgle servants around him, and sighed imperceptibly: why can't he be as confident and happy as them?

A little distant voice interrupted its self-pitying thoughts. Kugas looked up and saw that its palanquin was close enough to the Imperial army. Even its lieutenant, Sepsis, had taken off the flail that had been hanging from its shoulders with high spirits.

"Isn't this the most boring son of the cursed?" It happily left Kugas's side, and walked a little farther away towards the primordial body, wrapped in rich armor but stained with filthy green blood, and shook and raised the flail, causing the moss-covered stone at the top of the chain to spin above its head:

"I've been looking for you all along." It said happily.

The massive body of the Great Impure cast an inconspicuous shadow in the dim light, dwarfing even the original body's physique: "I am sepsis, the seventh lord of the Seventh Demon Temple. I can tell you generously that no mortal can use his power to call my name and control me. Of course you too. ”

Kiriman raised his sword indifferently. He had no intention of responding, for him it was just another enemy to be wiped out of Pamenio. However, another voice replied before he spoke: "Don't be ashamed." ”

The original body was convinced that the Forbidden Army and the Victorious Army had not yet caught up with him. The sudden appearance of such a voice at his side naturally caught his attention, and he couldn't help but tilt his head to confirm the source:

The figure that had been standing quietly on the roof of his command car came to his side at some point, standing on the dirty and muddy ground in the center of the battlefield, the white clothes and white bow still immaculate.

Judging from his appearance alone, this man does not seem to be significantly different from mortals. But the great impurities, who call themselves sepsis, apparently do not think so. It seemed to see something, and apparently remained more vigilant than necessary:

"Who are you?" "This is a sanctuary beyond mortals' reach," it asked, "and the bounty of festering and corruption should infect all creatures that set foot on this land. But you're not affected, you-"

"—you and other filth are not worthy to know my name." The man said as he slowly raised his longbow, "My lord is already on her way, and she may need a more flat and stable plot for a landing ground." ”

This half sentence is probably addressed to Kiliman, but the second half of his sentence is clearly not like this:

"When she arrives, you'd better remember what you just said." He looked up fearlessly at the massive body of the Great Impure, blue-blue flames swirling up and down the arrows, "Especially, 'No mortal can call out my name and control me with his powers,'" the paragraph. ”

It was very inopportune for Killiman to notice at such a close distance that the arrows on the man's bowstring had no sharp arrows.

——

"Why are there three locations on the Plane Moon?" Sigismund, who squeezed himself into the main control room of the Storm Frontier, asked, "Aren't we just going to support Lord Killiman trapped in the subspace battlefield?" ”

"Of course, it's because we have other battle plans after this...... "Very surprisingly, Fujimaru Rika, who seems to be not afraid of heaven and earth, seems to be short of breath under Sigismund's "disapproving gaze", and begins to try to get by...... I'll take you with me, just in case......"

Sigismund still seems disapproving: "You are often too conservative in your plans for others, but you are often breathtakingly aggressive in your plans that are only about yourself." ”

“…… So I'll take you—"

"—I have to suspect that your so-called 'take me there' is actually a play on words." Sigismund pressed forward without giving in, "You basically don't have any credibility in this regard. ”

"So, Somny, too! Don't worry about firepower! ”

"You also know that a lot of times it's not the firepower itself that plays a decisive role on the battlefield—"

"I understand your concerns, Emperor Sigismund."

Somney, a character that no one expected, seemed to have become some kind of equipment in the main control room, opened his mouth here:

"Considering that the safety of the Lord himself is too important, I will carry out the next scheduled mission alone after supporting the battlefield and sending reinforcements. You can take her directly away from the ship in the next battle. ”

"Huh? Somny, why are you—"

"-Okay, I see, so let's do it." Sigismund nodded quickly, said a simple "faux pas", and directly and very skillfully picked up Fujimaru Rika himself and walked towards the outside of the main control room.

It can be seen that he obviously has a little respect for Fujimaru Ritsuka, but not much.

"—Hey, wait a minute! How are you going to use the Holy Sword Armor after you leave me off the ship! If I hadn't known it wasn't possible, I really doubt you two had colluded in advance?! Somney learned to make decisions that should have been a happy thing, why can't I be happy at all—stop, I have to confirm his plans—"

The door to the main control room quickly closed to shut out the girl's chattering and grumbling, and Somny was once again distracted to face the console in front of him. Due to the influence of subspace, the Sheba lens is almost impossible to observe in this area, and the current voyage is based entirely on the navigation of the plane moon and the simulation calculations of Trismegistes.

But Somney didn't think the ship would veer. This is not only because he is very confident in the operation of his operation, but also because he trusts the Storm Boundary itself enough. The ship has so far experienced more stormy seas than even Somny could have imagined, crossing strange realms that even the Imperial Dream had never explored. The interference and concealment of the Chaos Gods could not stop the Storm Boundary.

-

We were able to get to our destination correctly and we were able to return home correctly. -

Via a physical cable link, Somney said to the Storm Boundary itself. He wasn't just asking about the current journey, but also about the future routes that he had just decided on at his own discretion and that were rather risky and had not yet begun.

He wasn't entirely convinced of that. Mathematical and probabilistic calculations told him that the trip was bound to be dangerous. The annoying sense of uncertainty brought with it a "apprehension" that was still very new to him, and he couldn't help but wonder if Rika Fujimaru would be tormented by similar emotions when she made all sorts of seemingly impossible decisions.

He didn't let his mind linger on it for long, for after barely a microsecond, the Storm Frontier itself responded to his question:

-

As long as you and I believe so much, we will definitely be able to. We will return to the Master. -

That's what "Nemo" said to him.

Miwoo (none)

Festive atmosphere, the blue can family reunion itself is also a festive atmosphere, and there is nothing festive extravagant! (Beaten)

Actually, I was very hesitant, I wanted to write something extra, but I wanted to go through this plot first.

Let's wait for October to say (peacefully).

(End of chapter)