Thanks for the invitation. I am a parasite in Terra.

And...because the light in the tomb was dim, he didn't even notice the abnormality of 'Theresa' just now.

He noticed that the opponent's pupils...at the moment he was knocked away, were a dark blue color like a raging fire!

Damn it, the one who was called back to the world was not the twin demon king, but——————

He didn't remember that the demon king's pupils were blue, but he knew that in the history of Sarkaz, there was indeed a demon king who was famous for his anger and blue.

"Quilon... is that you... er, cough cough... damn, I didn't expect that besides me, there would be someone hiding in the shadows of history!!!"

Kuisatushta whispered absentmindedly, but soon he noticed the other party's gaze filled with anger and cruelty directed at him!

Of course, he didn't know that the figure who had come back from the dead in front of him was not the former demon king with a fierce personality as he thought. He didn't know where the other party's anger came from, and he didn't know why the other party was so angry at him. Quesatusta just thought that the other party's anger was engraved in his soul because of his death, and the other party cast a look at him because...

He was stunned for a moment, then turned around and found that behind him was a tomb where the relics of successive Sarkaz heroes were stored.

On top of it, a green sword was lying quietly.

That was the sword that Guilon used when he was alive, the blue rage...

He understood that the other party was not looking at him, but at the long sword behind him! It was obvious that Quillon, who had just awakened, could not do anything with Theresa's extremely weak body. This could be seen from the fact that the other party only knocked him away instead of killing him directly at that moment. However... if the Blue Fury welcomed back his former master, it would be hard to say what would happen next.

so....

"Stop that blasphemer from getting close! The body she occupies has just recovered its physical functions, and she definitely can't use Her Highness Theresa's spells!! She can't even bring out the strength of one of the Six Heroes of the Sarkaz!"

Kwisatusta didn't even dare to shout out his guess in public. After all, the title of Blasphemer could reduce the psychological pressure on other pardoners. Perhaps some of them had guessed something by looking at the other party's anger that was about to turn into a physical body. But when he shouted "blasphemer", the pardoners around him subconsciously drew their weapons and started fighting.

Thanks to you, Princess Theresa, he also has to thank you for having such a great image in the hearts of the Sarkaz.

So much so that...these Absolution Masters, who were originally blasphemers, can use this as motivation to move forward!

And himself?

Of course, Quesatusta himself needed to do something that could truly turn the tide of the battle. He was actually not sure how much strength Quillon could unleash from Theresa's body, so to be on the safe side, he stood up and quickly ran to the side of the green rage. In any case, the safest thing to do at this moment was to prevent the opponent from coming into contact with his weapon.

In this way, maybe they could use this opportunity to exhaust Quillon's strength and preserve Theresa's body as intact as possible so that they could restart the experiment later.

But if the other party gets the Blue Fury, then it would be hard to say what would happen next.

In fact, perhaps the best scenario is that they defeat Quillon, who is doomed to fail, but in that case, there will be no hope for Theresa's body.

He ran towards the sword, while quickly analyzing the current situation.

Everything seemed to be within his calculations. The surrounding pardoners had surrounded him, making it difficult for Quillon to escape. He was about to get closer to the blue rage. He had the means to turn the sword into a pile of scrap metal in a short period of time. This way, he would not be afraid of the opponent!

A soul filled with anger and losing its mind, and an extremely weak former

What can the body of the Sarkaz Demon King do?

His speculation was theoretically correct, and he was about to get closer to the long sword.

How dare Quillon compare himself to me? How much effort did he put in to reach the current situation? How dare the other party compare himself to me? Even using my plan to return to the world?

————————The premise is...the other party is really Quillon.

"Who are you calling a blasphemer?"

Behind him was Theresa's voice, but at this moment that voice was completely filled with murderous intent and anger!

What! ? ?

Quesatushta suddenly turned his head and looked at Theresa who had appeared behind him at some point. The murderous intent in the other's cold pupils was about to pierce his throat!

what's the situation? !

The Pardoners who surrounded him didn't suffer much loss, but they just couldn't stop this guy from breaking out?!

Did he underestimate Quillon... or underestimate Theresa? !

Oh no! He wants to take back his sword!

Kuisatushta thought to himself that it was not good. Was he going to fail at the last moment? At this critical moment?

How can this be possible!!!!

However, the next moment, a fist with enormous force, with the help of the five rings closing together, hit him in the face again!

boom! ! !

Quesatusta flew backwards again, and his figure crashed into the pile of earth where the relics of successive Sarkaz heroes stood, raising clouds of dust.

In an instant, the tomb fell into silence again.

However, the silence without any response did not last long. Soon, when the smoke and dust cleared, a burst of absent-minded laughter came from the direction of Quesatushta!

“Pfft————Ahahaha….Ahahaha…I was actually worried that you would ruin the plan I’ve been preparing for so long. I’ve lived too long. Even my personality has gradually become timid…Ahahaha~”

When the smoke and dust cleared, Quesatusta, who was lying among the heroic relics, laughed out loud as if relieved. At this moment, in his hand, he was holding a long sword wrapped in black thorns.

The thorns were like mist, spreading from Quesatusta's hand until they completely enveloped the sword that once belonged to the devil.

The moment the other party approached him, what he was worried about did not happen. Quillon made the stupidest decision between crossing over to retrieve the Cyan Fury and preventing him from getting close to the Cyan Fury.

He attacked directly and knocked himself flying, not even caring that the direction he flew backwards was exactly where the blue rage was!

"After all, it's just the remnant of anger..."

Quesatusta threw away the Cyan Fury that had temporarily sealed the spell circuit in his hand like scrap metal, and shouted with his blood-stained face.

"Salus!! Control him!!"

boom! ! ! !

Following his order, the blue-haired Sarkaz female issued a command in an instant - those twisted Chimera monsters instantly spread their incompatible wings behind them and rushed towards Theresa!

One of them even dropped the Sarkaz girl on his shoulders.

"Liz!!!"

The white-haired woman in black robe fell to the ground and shouted as she watched the other person fall to the ground, but she could only be pinned to the ground by other black-robed figures.

boom! Bang bang! !

The Chimeras rushed towards the lonely Theresa together, their huge bodies pressed together, like a small mountain pressing down on her thin body, until her figure could no longer be seen.

"it's over....."

Kuisatushta slowly stood up, wiped the blood off his face, and looked at the figure pressed inside the Chimera with some contempt.

"After all, it's just..."

"?"

Tick.

Before he finished speaking, he noticed that the top of the tomb, located directly above the chimeras, had turned blood red...

Then, a few drops of blood seemed to seep through the soil and rocks and fell into the gap between the monsters that were squeezing the former demon king.

However, the rate of decline is accelerating visibly!

In just a few seconds, it was as if a waterfall of blood was pouring from below!

"This is?!!!"

The bad feeling spread wildly in my heart, and the next moment, as if to verify how accurate my intuition was...

"boom!!!"

The Chimeras that were suppressing the other party suddenly exploded! Broken blood, internal organs, and bones flew everywhere! A large amount of blood fell, as if scarlet raindrops were falling in the tomb.

Snap....Snap....

The footsteps trampled in the pits of blood, making a suffocating echo.

The dark red shell structure with blood flowing inside looks like a living suit of armor.

Theresa's left arm to the shoulder was now covered with this indescribable strange armor, and in the claw-like gauntlet, there was a long sword that was constantly bleeding.

The carapace, or armor, on the shoulder trembled, and then a new pupil opened from it. Three lines of sight stared at Quesatushta who was standing there in a daze.

"I'll ask again."

The girl's body is wearing an exaggerated one-arm armor.

The tip of the long sword in his hand touched the ground, leaving a bloody sword mark on the ground and came in front of Quesatusta.

Someone's rage filled this body through the soul like a tide, making those cold pupils look like they were about to burn with blue flames.

"I'll ask you again——"

"Who is the blasphemer?"

(I changed it a bit. Considering that it is not convenient to write some very... heavy postures with the body of His Highness that I am using temporarily, I still let Mr. Zuo appear in a posture similar to the arm armor of Konoe Usagi.)

(But it seems that this has delayed the appearance of His Highness... I can only try to write more!)

Fourteenth, (Today's classes are very full, I don't know how many chapters I can update, so I'll post one chapter in advance)

"Ahem————"

At this moment, Kuisatushta raised his head with difficulty and looked at the body in front of him with strong murderous intent.

"You are not Quillon.....Ahem....Who are you?"

puff! !

The other party did not respond to him, but raised the sword, then stabbed it into his left shoulder. The flesh was pierced, but the tip of the sword showed no intention of stopping. The blade continued to sink until it nailed Quesatushta to the floor!

“Ah————cough cough…”

Zuo Jian lowered his head and continued to ask.

"Say it again."

"Who is the blasphemer?"

puff!

With force from his arm, the sword stirred at Quesatushta's shoulder, and the splattered blood even reached his, or Theresa's, face.

"Uh-huh!!"

"Who is the blasphemer? Me, or you scum who use the lives of the living as experimental materials and the remains and souls of the dead as tools?"

In fact, the moment he came into contact with those strange-looking chimera creatures, Zuo Jian realized that something was wrong. Those monsters were not unconscious puppets. Zuo Jian clearly felt the wails of different consciousnesses on them.

...These are all man-made products, which fuse more than one life together using unknown and brutal means. Not only the bodies, but even their consciousness are deeply bound together, and eventually turned into the twisted monsters he had seen before.

not to mention.....

Right behind them, Zuo Jian still remembered the blonde Sarkaz girl and the black-robed woman who sounded like she was going to save her from her words.

They even admitted that the other party was just an important "experimental subject" in their hands.

"Tell me, who is the one who blasphemes life? Or do you have even the slightest respect for life?"

Zuo Jian leaned down, stretched out his hand and grabbed the neck of Quesatusta on the ground. His five fingers began to exert force continuously, and it seemed that he could crush the opponent's seemingly fragile neck in the next second.

"Uh——Is that so...I understand...I understand..."

At this moment, Quesatusta's face turned red and he began to utter words with difficulty.

"Whose wandering spirit is this... So, your anger comes from here..."

Zuo Jian narrowed his eyes, looked at Quesatusta who wanted to say something, and slowly increased the strength of his palm.

"But have you ever thought about how many Sarkaz people would be killed by a natural disaster, a war, a disease, a famine?"

"But if you hate natural disasters, will they not happen? If you hate wars, will wars not happen? If you hate diseases, will they be cured? If you hate famine, will food grow in the wasteland... cough cough..."

"What can your anger change? A strange wandering soul....but I am now trying my best to save the Sarkaz who are suffering in this land!!!"

Quesatusta's pupils bulged and he stared at Zuo Jian in front of him.

"Compared to the Sarkaz who died because of the things that happened before, compared to the Sarkaz who will be saved in the future... the few lives we trampled and desecrated right now... are nothing to us?"

For a moment, Zuo Jian suddenly froze in place.

Because, when the other party said these words, the previous conversation with Wellington suddenly appeared in his mind.

[How many people will die in a conflict? Countless soldiers from both countries have died, and now we only need to kill a few people to prevent the outbreak of war. Doesn’t it seem quite cost-effective?]

[As long as the above steps are repeated, from the top down, as long as the number of deaths is less than the number of wars, then this matter is "reasonable".]

Is this what he said before?

Is this what he thought of what he said about the Iron Duke?