I'll kill you after I finish this game!

Hearing Olga's angry words, Yasha gritted his teeth, knowing that the matter was already settled and there was nothing that could be changed.

He silently turned away, suppressing all his emotions, and stopped talking to Olga, because it was pointless.

Seeing that Yaksha had stopped talking, Olga snorted coldly and didn't continue arguing with him.

Meanwhile, Carlo and Skadi, who had been silently watching the scene unfold, turned their gaze in another direction.

A green crystal floated beside Sergei, walking towards him with a smile.

Within the transparent crystal, the figure of a young girl slept; she was none other than Misra, the priestess of the divine kingdom's miracles and daughter of Asura.

Olga smiled with delight when she saw that Sergei had successfully brought the witch over, while Carlo chuckled and stroked his goatee.

The most crucial component of the Great Slalom project has finally been acquired.

“Misra…”

When Yaksha saw his niece sealed inside a floating transparent crystal, his face beneath the golden mask was filled with guilt and heartache.

His body trembled as he suppressed the urge to rescue Misra.

On one side is the noble cause of saving the world, and on the other side are one's own family.

Yaksha was struggling agonizingly between emotion and reason...

Ultimately, his act of turning his back to Misra, which he forced himself to avoid looking at her, revealed that he had silently chosen the latter.

However, Skadi frowned as she looked at Sergei, her nose twitching slightly as she caught a whiff of blood.

"Sergei...you've done something unnecessary!"

Looking at the alluring, perverted man before her, Skadi's tone turned somewhat cold.

It would be enough to capture Misra, the most important being, but the faint smell of blood on Sergei... is probably Durga's.

"Oh dear, have we been found out?"

Hearing Skadi's cold words, Sergei showed no fear. His hideous, twisted smile deepened, and he chuckled as he spoke:

"But this is Lord Deus's order... to make things as clean as possible~~"

Misra is the core of the Great Reversal Plan, while Ashura is to be eliminated as a traitor.

As for the remaining Durga, Sergei naturally considered them to be beings that needed to be eliminated.

Deus instructed Sergei to make things clean, and he would naturally eliminate any potential troubles, which was his art and aesthetic.

"What?! Even Durga...you bastard!!!"

Upon hearing Skadi and Sergei's words, Yaksha immediately reacted and turned around sharply to look at Sergei.

Even the golden mask before him could not completely conceal his angry and icy gaze.

The azure power of the Mantra of Sorrow began to emerge faintly from Yasha's body, and he clenched his fists tightly.

His sister's misfortune had pushed him to his breaking point.

My niece Misra is the core of the Great Reversal Plan; capturing her would have been enough. Why kill Durga?!?

"You look so beautiful when you're angry, Yaksha, but... it's all for the greater good, isn't it? Even sacrificing family for the greater good is acceptable, right?"

Faced with Yaksha's angry yet icy gaze, Sergei wore a satisfied expression, admiring the other's anger, his body trembling as if he were shivering.

For the greater good... to sacrifice family for the greater good!?

Upon hearing these sarcastic words, Yaksha's clenched teeth bled.

"Sergei, shut up!!"

Seeing that Yaksha was about to lose control, Olga told Sergei to shut up immediately. At the same time, she looked at Yaksha calmly and said, "Yaksha, don't forget what you told Lord Deus: to end this chaotic world!"

"I......"

Hearing Olga's words, the sorrowful and tormented Yaksha couldn't help but recall an unforgettable scene from the past.

After defeating the demon on Earth, he silently watched as a group of human villagers were trapped in the ruins of war. The lives he wanted to protect were trampled and taken away by the demon.

A grieving father tightly embraced the lifeless, cold corpse of his child. Even a tough man who wouldn't cry even with a broken leg was now weeping helplessly like a child.

The father, holding his child's cold corpse, saw the Yaksha with tears streaming down his face. There was no anger in his eyes, only helpless sorrow.

His tone was filled with helplessness and sorrow as he asked the Yaksha:

"My Lord God... why... why have demons appeared? Why are they taking everything from us...?"

"..."

Yaksha remained silent, his expression somber and subdued.

Because of his own powerlessness and his own dereliction of duty, one... no... countless families fell apart.

Yasha will never forget what her father said.

"My lord, my son's death... wasn't meaningless, was it?"

"...Ah, it is not meaningless at all; your prayers will become our strength..."

"Oh, is that so...? So that's how it is... My child's death wasn't meaningless... But I long for you to see a peaceful world in the future... At least... let's meet again in such an era after we're reincarnated..."

The father's voice carried a sense of relief at being affirmed, but to Yasha, it was like a knife piercing his heart, causing him an indescribable discomfort.

Returning from her memories to the present reality, Yasha understood the pain of losing loved ones and comprehended the helplessness and sorrow of her father in the face of this cruel world.

Yes, we must end this terrible, chaotic world.

That child's death was not meaningless, and his sister Durga's death... was even less meaningless!!!

The Yaksha's anger and the power of the mantra on his body gradually subsided, and he turned away, no longer looking at the reality that filled him with grief and indignation.

Sergei saw that Yaksha had held back, and his smile deepened. He wanted to say something, but Olga glared at him fiercely, telling him to shut his stinking mouth.

Sensing Yaksha's extreme emotional distress, Skadi sighed. In a way, Yaksha was somewhat similar to his older brother, Oga.

Their anxieties and sorrows are very similar.

If possible, who wouldn't want to live a happy and fulfilling life? But reality is rarely so kind.

Now that Misra has been captured, everyone is waiting for one person to arrive.

Misra's father, Ashura.

In Deus's plan, Hua Xian should be ambushing Ashura halfway there, but they all know that Ashura's strength is beyond Hua Xian's reach.

Therefore, the other party will definitely come to them.

It was precisely because Deus knew of Ashura's immense power and understood his character that he ruled out this guy.

Because Ashura would never agree with Deus's Great Reversal Plan.

Not to mention the unjust process in the Great Reversal Plan, just the idea of ​​using his daughter Misra as a mantra converter for twelve thousand years would be something that Ashura, who valued his daughter so much, would never agree to, even if it meant death.

"Ughh ...

Suddenly, a roar filled with boundless rage echoed through the vacuum.

Looking up, they saw a figure burning with crimson mantra power rushing up to the celestial pole, and then crashing heavily onto the flagship like a meteorite.

The immense power of that anger caused all the gods present, except Skadi, to narrow their eyes.

"Father!"

Misra, who had been sleeping in the transparent crystal, heard her father's voice and woke up from her coma, calling out to her father.

Asura landed and stood up from the flagship, looking at his daughter, who was imprisoned in the transparent crystal, with a face full of anger and worry.

His wife's death filled him with immense rage, and the abduction of his daughter by a former colleague nearly drove him to madness.

"Misra!"

"Father!"

Although Hua Xian's power was somewhat inflated, he was still one of the Eight Divine Generals. Even though Ashura successfully arrived in front of his daughter, his body was still covered in wounds.

He was summoned to the God-Emperor Storada, thinking he was going to receive a reward, but Ashura never expected that what awaited him would be a blatant trap.

Ashura, who was returning home midway, was in a state of confusion. It wasn't until he saw his wife, who was on the verge of death, that Ashura, whose heart had turned cold, finally understood everything.

I was framed... no... I was tricked!

The death of his wife and the abduction of his daughter fueled a burning rage that constantly consumed Asura's heart and spirit.

At this moment, seeing his daughter imprisoned in the crystal, all he wanted was to rescue her and then settle accounts with these guys in front of him.

"Asura..."

Upon seeing Ashura before him, Yaksha stepped forward, seemingly still trying his best to persuade his friend of nearly ten thousand years.

"Get out of my way!!!"

However, Ashura, enraged to the point of losing his mind, wouldn't listen to anyone and roared at Yaksha to get out of his sight.

Yaksha slowly removed his golden mask and spoke:

"Listen to me, we..."

"I told you to get out of my way!!!"

Having absolutely no patience, Asura charged straight at Yaksha and punched him in the face, intending to send him flying.

Boom! ! ! !

The moment Ashura charged forward, a pale light mixed with a hint of black lightning crashed down on Ashura's body.

The terrifying power of lightning seemed to be tearing at every cell in Asura's body, causing him to let out a scream of unbearable pain before he was finally blasted back.

"Yaksha, step back."

Deus, whose entire body shimmered with an incomparably domineering power of mantra, appeared in front of Yaksha. His left arm crackled with black and white lightning, and he spoke in a calm tone, ordering Yaksha to step back.

Looking at Ashura lying before him, Yaksha hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand, put on the golden mask, and turned to the side.

"Deus! Could it be you...?"

Ashura gritted his teeth, struggled to his feet, and glared fiercely at the man before him.

"Yes, it's all for the sake of my greater good!"

Without any rebuttal, Deus directly admitted that he was the one who did it all, and explained why he did it.