The overlord of the gods is interrogating the alien female spy.

　He wants to sever the false eternity...

　He is bound by threads and can never reach true eternity.

　“I…promise…forever…”

　The Demon King of White Horn died on his throne.

　His descendants pulled his sword from his body.

　Quesatushta, knocking on the door.

　The Sarkaz's sins are unforgivable.

　"Draw your sword!"

　Quesatushta drew his sword.

　The absolutists followed him as he charged toward the monster, just as they had done thousands of years ago when he first raised his sword and charged toward the Pegasus Overlord.

　"Noisy ants."

　The towering shadows, like mountains, obscured even the sunlight.

　His presence was an insurmountable chasm for the Sarkaz.

　A pardoner is like a flattened bean, with the beans inside popping and crackling everywhere.

　“The bastards everywhere are such an eyesore.”

　Night fell over the earth, and the only visible light was His eyes and the sun that shone from Him.

　Unrivaled.

　Quesatushta drew his sword.

　He had slaughtered countless gods. He smeared the golden blood of the Pegasus Overlord on the city walls, making Kazdel as bright as day.

　But none of those self-proclaimed invincible gods and overlords could compare to the creature before them.

　This era... should not have such pure, divine beings.

　"Quesatushita!"

　Quesatushta saw the Sarkaz. Beside her… were they her sisters?

　"very good."

　Quesatushta swung his sword.

　Severing the ties of dawn and dusk? Weaving together the passage of time?

　How can time be cut?

　How could the sun be damaged by the power of one person?

　A sword strike delivered with all one's might only scrape off a single scale from him.

　“I hear an exceptionally annoying sound coming from you. It’s noisy and disruptive.”

　After hundreds of moves, the Qilin Overlord, tired of the moves he was using, casually broke his sword and crushed his throat in the next instant.

　"It seems to be something... a multitude of souls?"

　"Ah, I forgot, you can no longer speak. Well then, I won't bother to understand."

　A sharp pain spread throughout my body.

　"Quesatushta..."

　The swordsman looked at the monster casually, as if he were pulling a turnip out of the ground.

　The white-horned Sarkaz's head, spine and all, fell to the ground and was carelessly crushed into dust.

　"Now it is your turn."

　The swordswoman gripped her sword; she... even at the cost of her life, she would protect her sister.

　Chapter Eighty-One: Old Ma, Oh Old Ma

　The timeline needs to be pushed back a few hours.

　It was another sunny day with a gentle breeze, and the scenery along the roadside was quite pleasant.

　The chubby pack animal walked slowly, ruminating as it did so.

　Theresa was still driving, but this time Ramalyn was sitting next to her.

　Theresa sat with her legs bent, the reins draped over her lap, her small, fair hands holding a pen as she scribbled on a piece of paper.

　Lamaren leaned against the carriage with her hands tucked into her chest, her dark horned wings draped over her eyes, seemingly catching up on sleep.

　Everything seemed so harmonious.

　Until an arrow shot out from who-knows-where, the poor pack animal was hit in the head and died before it even had time to howl.

　"There are enemies!"

　Just as Theresa was about to call out, a cold glint flashed before her eyes, and another arrow shot straight at her forehead from a distance.

　"sieve!"

　Theresa was grabbed by the collar and pulled backward like a chick. The arrow struck the armor plate on the Qilin's arm, but it was bounced away without even leaving a white mark and embedded in the soil next to the vehicle.

　"Owner……"

　"Quiet."

　The Qilin Overlord swept his golden eyes across the area.

　A somewhat familiar Sarkaz stood in the distance.

　"Well shot."

　Even though the pack animal was very large, it could kill the slave with a single shot from 300 meters away. The second arrow was also aimed precisely at the little slave's head, which shows that the archer was highly skilled.

　"But I am very displeased that someone dared to kill my horse."

　"That's... a pardoner?"

　Kal'tsit peeked out from behind him and saw the Sarkaz, who only dared to shoot arrows from such a distance. Raising an eyebrow, the lynx recognized the other's attire.

　"How did you get involved with them?"

　"So it was them. I killed a disgusting piece of trash before."

　One?

　Theresa tilted her head; she remembered there weren't two.

　But whether it's one or a hundred, they're all the same in the eyes of the Qilin Overlord, not worth keeping in his mind.

　"Since you still dare to come looking for death..."

　"Then I will grant their wish."

　The vehicle jerked backward, and as the dust settled, the Qilin before Theresa's eyes had crushed the pardoner into a pile of mangled flesh.

　"Should we...should we go help?"

　"Need not……"

　Kal'tsit suddenly twitched her ears and drew her sword.

　"Ms. Kal'tsit?"

　"There are still people over there, Theresa. Be careful."

　Lamaren also took out her bone pen, ready to unleash a dozen or so spells at any moment.

　"Okay, me too...wait?!"

　Just as Theresa was about to join the team to participate in the vehicle defense dungeon, she saw that head of pinkish-white hair that was particularly eye-catching in the sunlight.

　"Huh?! Therese!"

　She rubbed her eyes and called out to the other person in disbelief.

　"It's me, Theresa!!!"

　The Sarkaz who rushed in from the other side was none other than her long-lost sister...

　"Know him?"

　Lamaren glanced at Theresa, who had jumped out of the car and was embracing the other person. Just as she was about to put away her bone pen, she noticed the absolutist following Theresa and her sister.

　"And the Pardoner! Theresa! Come back! They're in cahoots..."

　"Theresia! Now, come with us!"

　Ugh?

　Lamarle blinked. Why did this situation seem so familiar?

　“Therese? You, how could you... be with them?”

　Theresa took a step back from the other party and also noticed the absolutist beside her. Looking back at the lynx, which seemed to be getting agitated, the two sides were on the verge of fighting.

　"They came for revenge. That monster. That monster didn't do anything to you, did it?! When I got back, I saw the village was destroyed..."

　Ah, yes, yes... and the grudge against the village...

　Theresa bit her lip, looked at her extremely anxious sister, and shook her head.

　"Alright, let's put everything else aside for now and take this opportunity to get out of here quickly. We can handle that monster with Quesatushta."

　“No, Therese…we…Lord…He…”

　Theresa suddenly couldn't speak. Theresa was anxious to save her, and she desperately wanted to explain things to Theresa as well.

　But how should I say it? Should I tell my sister that she has long since let go of the hatred over the destruction of the village and is thinking about saving more Sarkaz?

　She is currently only indulging in wishful thinking. Her method of saving Sarkaz is to constantly try to please the enemy in her sister's eyes.

　Even without the hatred of the massacre of the village, her sister would not tolerate her submitting to a monster like this...

　"Therese! There's no time! We need to go support the leader! You all need to leave now."

　The pardoners behind Therese ignored the few people there and rushed towards their comrades who were fighting in the distance.

　"Wait for me, I'm coming too. Theresa, you wait here, I'll go help. After we take care of that monster, we'll go back to Kazdel together."

　"Therese...don't go..."

　Theresa held her sister's hand tightly.

　Should we go back to Kazdel together?

　"Don't worry. I've learned a lot of swordsmanship and a few spells from them recently. This time, I will definitely protect you, Theresa. Don't be afraid, your sister is here."

　Therese removed her sister's hand, drew her sword, and chased after the pardoners.

　"no, do not want……"

　You're going to die... Therese, you're going to die...

　"Theresia, what are you going to do?"

　Ramallen blocked Theresa's way as she tried to chase after them.

　"They're already dead, don't do anything foolish."

　“Ramallen, Therese… I can’t watch Therese die.”

　“She…your sister, Chen Lingxu might let her go.”

　Will they let it go?

　Lamaren didn't know, but... she wasn't killed by the Qilin Overlord because of Theresa's pleas for mercy. If it were Theresa's sister, the Qilin Overlord would probably have shown mercy.

　"Will not."

　Kal'tsit looked into the distance and saw the Kirin Overlord playing around with ease, completely at ease, not taking it seriously at all.

　“The Absolutioner is different from ordinary Sarkaz. Axu will not tolerate the lives of these cannibalistic Sarkaz who have undergone blood sacrifices. Since her sister is standing with them, it means that she is one of them. If she had stayed earlier, she could have lived, but now, she is doomed.”

　"Ms. Kal'tsit, please, help us, save my sister..."

　“I am his wise advisor. I will only offer suggestions and will not interfere with his decisions.”