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

　"..."

　What should we do? What should we do?

　Theresa clenched her fists.

　why why……

　Why now of all times!

　Why did Theresa have to appear now of all times?!

　She...she was almost done with it...

　Change his impression of Sarkaz... Change Sarkaz's future...

　She was... she was about to succeed...

　My sister... she's definitely going to die...

　This time, even her pleas for mercy were useless...

　Sarkaz clenched his fist tighter, his nails piercing his skin, and drops of blood dripped from between his fingers.

　"...Theresia. Theresia! Where are you going?! What are you going to do?!"

　Lamaren saw her lower her head and was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but then...

　In an instant, the silly girl rushed past him.

　“I’m sorry, Ramallen… I’m so sorry… I can’t watch Therese die. I can’t lose her! If I can’t save her, I’ll die beside her too. Ramallen, you stay here and tell him when he comes back…”

　Ramalyn was always more useful than her, Theresa believed she could live a good life... but she regretted that she hadn't been able to fulfill Ramalyn's expectations of herself. She wasn't as brave as Ramalyn.

　"Theresia, you idiot!"

　Lamaren's body trembled.

　She glared angrily at the Sarkaz in front of her.

　How could she dare, how could she dare to fight that monster? She could easily live a long and healthy life, even for hundreds of years, and she could succeed at anything she wanted to do... Why would she give up her ideals and go to her death?

　Where did her courage come from?

　Lamaren didn't know.

　but……

　"Let's be together. If you die, I'll have nightmares for the rest of my life."

　"...Lamaren."

　"Stop talking nonsense. But you have to promise me, even if there's only the slightest chance..."

　"..."

　Kal'tsit watched the two Sarkaz leave in a hurry, and simply sighed.

　It can't be carried...

　Chapter 82 Rebellion Against Our Lord

　"Blood Demon?"

　The clothes of a pardoner exploded, and a large amount of blood gushed out, turning into clusters of sharp crystals that approached the Qilin.

　"Scavengers."

　Many pale strips of cloth were scattered beneath the clothes of another pardoner, from which a strong, pungent stench emanated. His spells were powerful enough to drain the life force of any living being.

　"Banshee?"

　Some of the familiar spells were cast by a pardoner; they were classic banshee incantations.

　"Fire Demon, Stone Monster... you two have quite a few tricks up your sleeves."

　Some pardoners have flames erupting from their bodies, or the ground around them begins to distort.

　These very familiar moves made Chen Lingxu chuckle.

　"But you dare to pull such a despicable trick in front of me?"

　The Qilin Overlord's Yang Eyes flickered, the blood-red crystal clusters shattered, the carrion eater's body crumbled, the banshee let out a horrifying shriek, the fire demon's flames vanished, and the stone-winged demon's rocks turned to dust.

　A few minutes? A few seconds? Or maybe just a blink of an eye?

　All seven or eight pardoners who were besieging the Qilin Overlord have died.

　Only one person, Bai Jiao, remained standing.

　"Did you create all this garbage?"

　The pardoners revered him, and they were fearless of death because of his word.

　"It's me. What a pity about these bloodlines, they are all rare pure bloodlines."

　His eyes held only regret, but not for the deaths of these Sarkaz, but for the fact that even after undergoing hybridization, they remained weak and frail.

　"They eat people everywhere, but you have no humanity at all."

　Of all the Sarkaz blocking Chen Lingxu's way, only he remained pure and untainted, like a lotus rising from the mud, without the slightest hint of bloodshed.

　But in Chen Lingxu's eyes, such things were even more disgusting than garbage.

　"You people are even more despicable than before. I really regret agreeing to her request."

　Chen Lingxu raised his fist and slammed it down on his head.

　"Hey—!"

　Like the screeching sound of fingernails scratching a blackboard, the opponent successfully blocked Chen Lingxu's punch with his sword.

　Although only a fraction of its strength was used, the opponent's performance had already piqued the interest of the Qilin Overlord.

　"Not bad, better than them all. Now that's more interesting."

　The white-horned Sarkaz before them was far stronger than the others. His swordsmanship was almost one with the light, and the way he swung his sword was as if day and night had turned once.

　Just like when facing Chen Lingxu, those pardoners would also be unable to withstand a single move if they faced this white-horned Sarkaz.

　But even this one difference in strategy remains an insurmountable barrier.

　"It's not bad as a fireworks display, but I'm already tired of it."

　After fifty or sixty rounds of playful fighting, the Qilin Overlord's claws had pierced through him. With a slash and a tear, his steaming internal organs scattered on the ground. With another clenched fist, he crushed his throat.

　"I, the king, grant you, this piece of trash, the privilege of dying by my hand."

　Its other claw embedded itself in Sarkaz's skull, and with a slight tug, it was as easy as tearing a dandelion off its stem.

　The sound of flesh tearing rang out, and the red and white spine fell to the ground, becoming dust under the feet of the Qilin Overlord in the next moment.

　"Quesatushita!"

　Chen Lingxu heard an angry shout.

　Turning around, he saw those eyes filled with hatred.

　How familiar this scene is.

　The Qilin Overlord pondered for a moment, wondering where he had seen it before.

　Oh... that's the kind of hatred she had in her eyes when she first captured that little slave; it was quite amusing. But that look disappeared afterward... Thinking about it now, I kind of miss it.

　"Die, monster!"

　The iron sword struck the Qilin's claws, only sending sparks flying, while the swordswoman wielding the sword was sent flying, her light armor shattered into a pile of dust, and a large amount of blood mixed with flesh fell to the ground.

　A casual blow was enough to tear her skin, shatter her bones, and break her tendons.

　After several struggles, the swordswoman could only spit out more blood, but her eyes still held that hatred.

　This face, carrying

　This expression brought him a sense of pleasure.

　"Pack up and let's continue."

　The Qilin Overlord stepped over the corpses scattered on the ground and gave orders to the slaves who had rushed over.

　"Do not……"

　"boom--!"

　A spell struck the Qilin's horn, but it only stopped the Qilin in its tracks.

　"You mean you're going to be my enemy, Theresa?"

　The Kirin Overlord simply turned around, and the world before Sarkaz's eyes lost all its luster.

　To be enemies?

　She...doesn't know.

　Can……

　“Don’t stand there, Theresa…”

　When she came to her senses, what she saw was a female demon with her limbs crushed and her horns torn off, hanging from the Qilin's hand.

　“Ramallen… Therese…”

　The elder sister's sword shattered in two. Dragging her frail and broken body, she raised the broken sword and slashed at the Qilin, only to have her chest pierced by the steel-like tail. The tail tore through her back and wrapped around her neck; a slight twist would kill her.

　"How dare you daydream in front of me? A fool is a fool, and even a hundred years of teaching won't change this habit. Do you think you'll only learn a lesson if you die once?"

　With a flick of its wrist and a swipe of its tail, the demones and swordsmen fell to the ground like shattered cookies.

　With each step he took, Theresa would momentarily lose herself in a daze.

　The battle... how could she possibly win?

　If she's not fighting... then why did she attack just now...?

　What exactly is she doing?

　Theresa saw her sister... Therese lay there, dying, her hand still tightly gripping the dagger.

　That idiot... he's always like this...

　Therese...for you...

　She reached out, her magic weaving into threads, and wrapped around the broken half of the swordsman's blade not far away, holding it in her hand.

　The sword cut open his palm, blood dripped continuously, and excruciating pain shot through the wound.

　She gritted her teeth, gripped the remaining blade tightly, stepped forward, and thrust it at the enemy.

　No matter how beautiful the words are, or how grand the ideals are set... when a blood relative dies in front of you, all of that seems to become less important.

　What he said is actually quite right. What happens to the other Sarkaz, and what does that have to do with her...?

　Since it was irrelevant, she could freely boast about her ideals, spouting meaningless grand pronouncements about wanting to save the world, just to make him happy and allow her to survive a little longer, pretending to be a real warrior trying to save the world.

　But at the moment her blood relative fell... none of that mattered anymore, not even her own life.

　In this world... she only has blood relatives, only her sister... she cannot lose her.

　Therese.

　Even if they die, these sisters will die together.

　The outcome of the battle was already predetermined. She... was doomed.

　She was already dead when she chose to become an enemy.

　The Qilin's claws slashed her throat, and Theresa felt she wouldn't be able to utter a single word.

　That's good, that way... she won't beg for mercy in fear anymore...

　"These eyes are really an eyesore. I used to quite like them."

　She still had some strength left...

　The pinkish-white Sarkaz opened her eyes, the Kirin's face inches away, her hand still clutching a sword... If she were to stab him... she could surely... inflict some harm...

　In that way, even if she dies, she can leave something behind to prove that she is no longer someone who can't do anything.

　"..."