The dissipation of sepsis apparently greatly damaged the morale of the Neglew army.

The point of this matter is not "the defeat of a great impure one." Even under the watchful eye of a loving father, one of His favorite children could not be invincible.

On a battlefield of this intensity, it is foreseeable that any being will be defeated, destroyed, or banished. Even in the face of the son of the cursed and the flaming sword in his hand, or the abominable undead summoned through rituals, it is not impossible to be completely destroyed.

However, a great impure one, because of the mundane matter of declaring his name to the enemy on the battlefield, was burned out of thin air by the power of the damned. This is very frightening to the living: in the old days, it was they who played the weak of mortal beings in the palm of their hands with seemingly trivial details and unworthy promises. Once they realized that they might end up in a fate similar to that of their former victims, they feared themselves almost enough to scare themselves to death.

- And, that was total annihilation. It's not like an exiled demon that will explode a subspace aura in reality, or like the atrophy that was burned by the magic sword before, at least it can make the last cry of his soul set off a breeze in the garden to convey the news of death. Sepsis just disappeared silently, gone, without a trace. It could barely struggle or cry, and was engulfed in golden flames as if it had never existed in the universe.

The wind from the garden did still haunt them, but it didn't take a keen lifeless to feel clearly that another destructive force was driving away the field they were comfortable with. As time passed, even the dullest demon of Nurgle could easily grasp the fact that the Father's influence in reality was rapidly waning.

Of all the Nurgle demons present at the moment, Kugas was almost the only one left who barely retained his normal thinking ability. It's hard to say why: is it because it's so pessimistic that it can even accept this drastic turn of reality? Or does it really think that it is very much favored by a loving father? Or is its desire to survive too strong enough to drive it to think of a way out of such a desperate situation? No one knows but itself.

Immediately afterward, the Black Death also roared and collapsed in the turquoise sword light of Acurdona. The face that seemed to be forever smiling, like a shrunken body, collapsed and disappeared as quickly as molten wax.

The power they can project is rapidly dwindling: as the invisible power of destruction expands, the time for the living to remain here is passing rapidly. The subspace of Pameño has become unwelcoming to their presence and is driving them away more and more forcefully, and Kugas is also afraid, but it must think.

You have to think about your own back path. It is necessary to think about how to evacuate.

While barely battling the plague, whose effects were rapidly weakening, it remembered that it had prepared a spell, but then it remembered that the basis on which it was founded—the withered towers—no longer existed. This caused Kugas to feel a pang of desperate sadness. It groaned in such desperate sorrow: "Oh, Lord Motarian, where are you? Help me, poor Kugas, or he will die under the flames of the damned. ”

It does not consider these lamentations useful, it just habitually expresses its emotions. But, perhaps the one it was asking for was in a genuine mood that was willing to respond to the plea of a superficial friend like it, or perhaps the Demon Primordial had found something else here that deserved his attention—in short, he responded.

An icy wind stirred the thinner mist, and something hard to ignore appeared out of thin air, casting shadows on the ground. The moth-like wings swept the toxins and plagues of the subspace, and when he imposed his massive body on reality, it seemed as if even the plains and mountains were shaken. Waterfall-like balls of light tumbled from his robes to the ground, the faces of the dead ghostly around him, and demonic flies and bugs circled majestically around him, lined up with symbolic symbols.

Death Guardian Primordial, Pale King, Lord of Death, Motarian descended from the sky. He held the giant scythe "Silence", as if he was just unintentionally waving his hand, and the rotten power brought up forced Acurdona at the forefront of the Imperial Front to retreat. The latter apparently wanted to fight again, but Sigismund's stern rebuke forced him to retreat into the array.

The Demon Primordial didn't care about the episode, he just turned to his brother - he had always been taller than Killiman, but after becoming a demon, his almost amorphous form made the comparison meaningless. Let's just say that at this moment, Motarian is very large, and his current size is compared to that of Killyman, just as Killiman is compared to his genetic offspring.

"Hello, brother." Motarian's respirator clicked yellow clouds as he spoke, and the calmness in the demon's primordial tone seemed to symbolize that his good mood hadn't completely disappeared, "We're finally meeting again." ”

"yes, we're finally meeting again." Robert Killiman clenched the Imperial Sword in his hand, "I will defeat you here once and for all." ”

"I've already lost." To the surprise of all those present, Mortarian showed a generosity rarely seen even among ordinary people who had suffered such a defeat, "I confess that I am the loser in this war, and I will leave the real universe with my troops and return your little kingdom to you—but, remember, my brother, we are not done yet." ”

Killman's face sank. Of course, he knew what this meant: such aggression would continue again in the future, repeatedly, perhaps until the end of time.

He wanted to say something, but Motarian's next sentence cut off his unspoken sentence: "Besides, I'm not here to talk nonsense with you. ”

“…… What? ”

"Haven't you realized what a desecrated creation that rotting corpse on the throne has unleashed into the universe 10,000 years after he created us with his evil technology?"

In the midst of everyone's consternation, the Demon Primordial took his gaze off his brother and looked down in a lower direction.

"I have mercy on you. When I heard that rumor, I never thought you were so young. He lowered his voice that could shake the heavens and the earth, and said to Fujimaru Rika in such a soft voice, "I don't know where you came from or why you have to stand here. But I know that the Emperor can give you only a tragic fate, a painful death, and eternal destruction. You are too young, child, and perhaps you have been deceived by his rhetoric, just as I used to be. It's not too late to get out of that endless hell. You don't have to be His slave, your gifts deserve another kind of better treatment. ”

This passage caused a stirring of surprise and uncertainty in the military formations of both sides at the same time, but Rika Fujimaru, as the person concerned, seemed to have expected this. She quickly exchanged a few glances with the guards beside her, and then stepped forward calmly with the Aquila Scepter, and before everyone had digested Mortarian's statement, she spoke aloud without fear to the Demon Primordial, which was countless times more powerful and countless times larger than her:

"The Emperor's fourteenth son, Motarian." Her pale amber eyes stared directly into the milky-white, cloudy eyes behind the demonic primordial eyepieces.

"I have mercy on you."

Rika Fujimaru said.

Miwoo (smacks and falls on the bed)

Woo, there's an extra ......

Hang out tomorrow! Take a leave of absence tomorrow! Let Gollum and Xiao Mo look at each other affectionately for a day! (You????? ）

(End of chapter)