After returning from death, Cavins' eyes were still pale and his ears were slightly ringing. For some reason, the unfamiliar and violent vomiting sensation made him unbearably sick.
It is expected that the vision has not recovered. The eyeballs that have just started to be used and have not yet returned to normal functions need time to warm up. This eye, which has been prepared for a long time, has been dormant for nearly a month.
Not having a single drop of water or food for a month, coupled with his special physical condition, the mortal body has reached its limit.
If it weren't for the fact that this person was an excellent swordsman with good foundation, I'm afraid the first thing "he" would do now is to recuperate for half a year to regain his strength.
"Brother, I'm going out to play."
Hoarse words were squeezed out from the dry lips, and the words just spoken by the body reappeared again. This was a manifestation of the synchronization of the soul and the body.
"No!"
When Cavins woke up from his deep sleep, when he had not yet adapted to the changes in his two bodies, what greeted "him" was a low growl full of negation.
The expected bustling construction scene in the Abyss Pool was not seen, and there was no welcome from the servants. It was unbelievable how the malicious person got here.
"Roland?"
Those demon elites that he personally selected have been turned into pieces of meat. In a pool of blood, the blond paladin is pinching the neck of the beautiful demon.
"Hahahaha, as expected of Roland, I didn't expect you to show up here at all."
Cavins was stunned for a moment, and then burst out laughing.
At this time, I was also a little confused.
Familiar blond hair, familiar blue pupils, familiar face, but completely unfamiliar... and gender.
"Cavans? Leona?"
I couldn't help but ask, even though I clearly felt that the person in front of me was my bastard brother, and even though I had anticipated the possibility of this scene happening, it was still shocking when it actually appeared in front of me.
"My stupid brother...sister! Well, as expected, Leona has been your back-up from the very beginning!"
The body attached to Cavins in front of him is Leona, the Saint of the Church of Thunder and Sword!
This daughter of the abyss who escaped the fight was mounted on the plane altar like a sacrifice, and all of this was for this moment.
The blond woman looked at me in disbelief. Her weak body could not even stand properly, and her bulging belly was very eye-catching, but in a sense, this was the root cause of the situation developing to this point.
"For demons, offspring are a kind of property, but to reach this point like you is really crazy."
Just like Cavans once possessed Renee before, for the demon nobles and the abyss lords, the blood connection also means that the descendants are controlled by their ancestors.
For the half-demon race, being summoned by blood to become a laborer is nothing. One of the saddest endings is probably to become the backup for the ancestors*.
Consciousness is erased, knowledge and strength become the food of the ancestors, everything hard earned is swallowed up, and traces of one's own existence are erased.
Many powerful demon gods and demon lords revived from the bodies of their descendants after dying in battle, but this was often a backup option. The result was that they would lose everything in the past and start all over again.
And those descendants of blood, after all, are only hybrids that have obtained part of the blood. Their blood abilities and upper limit of abilities are often inferior to the original demon gods and demon lords. It is difficult for the ultimate strength limit to exceed the past. Unless it is absolutely necessary, the big demons cannot
I will choose this move.
But Cavins is different, very different.
From the very beginning, I noticed something was wrong with this magic fetus.
"Such a powerful and pure high-level demon bloodline is a loss that is enough to shake the roots of gods. It cannot be the product of an accident. And the most important thing is that he has no possibility of soul existence."
After conducting a series of anatomy tests on Leona in private...I mean after the examination, I was surprised to find that my future "nephew" was actually a stillborn baby without a soul.
It was the crystallization of the power of chaos. Although Leona was his mother, in a sense it was just a carrier. The one who really created him was Cavins, who split a smaller half of himself.
Once this fetus matures and grows, even if it cannot quickly reach the height of Cavins, it is only a matter of time before it becomes a powerful god-level existence.
Naturally, I paid so much because I expected to gain more. At the cost of sacrificing a main god, what I expected to gain was already placed in front of me.
Now, Cavins' purpose of possessing this fetus and then controlling the mother's body through the fetus was also placed in front of me.
"Cavens, you gave up your god-level existence just to get through that wall?"
Behind the altar is an endless dark wall, and from the murals related to the Goddess of Chaos above, I also know what it is used for.
"...Only the daughter of Chaos can become Cynthia, and only Cynthia can pass through this wall and reach Cynthia's sleeping place..."
This is the root setting of the Creation Goddess. It is the ultimate insurance to protect one's body. Under normal circumstances, there is no way to pass it, but Cavins and the others just found the bug in this rule.
A fetus, a fetus parasitic in the body of the Daughter of Chaos, can naturally enter it and obtain Cynthia's body, power, rights and responsibilities!
Then, Cynthia's physical body came to the world and used her creator responsibility to open the door to the plane. This is Cavins' ultimate plan!
But at this time, Cavins was not panicked at all, because the altar was right next to the wall, and the door to the wall that no mortal could pass through had been opened for him.
"Ha, Roland, let's talk later."
"She" turned around and wanted to walk into the wall, but I coldly made a totally inappropriate threat.
"Cavens, you'd better turn back, unless you don't want her life."
I lifted the one in my hand that was Imimisiya, and the slender ice blade directly drew a line of blood red on the slender neck.
"...You don't look like a positive character at all. Didn't you say that those villains who threaten hostages are all super-fast low-level bad guys who jump on the street?"
Cavins paused, but then, he said words from the past that I don’t even remember. I originally thought he would hesitate for at least a moment, but the next moment, "Leona" turned around, rolled her eyes, and then said nothing.
Smiling heartily.
"Kill others if you want. There are many people who will die anyway, and this one is not the least of them. Once the door to the plane is opened, more people will die. Haha."
He was clearly talking about the doomsday truth, but his frivolous and expectant tone was like a naughty boy looking forward to his birthday.
The "big elimination" after the plane door opens is the festival he has longed for. All the sacrifices and deaths before this are just the warm-up before the festival.
At that moment, I understood that Imimisia meant nothing to him, he didn't care at all, and he didn't even care what he would encounter in the doomsday catastrophe.
Destruction? Evolution? It doesn't really matter, just have fun.
But I know what he cares about.
So, I took a deep breath, slowly moved the blade away from Yimimisiya's neck, then turned it into a short blade and pressed it against my chest.
"Cavens, you and I are born from the same soul. If I don't die, you won't die. If you don't die, I won't die. But maybe it's time to die together."
The blade itself has no meaning, but it is just a determination and a statement.
Cavins looked back again, this time with a frown.
"Eliza is right. Sure enough, after you know our immortality, once I have a huge advantage, I will use this trick to die together. Really, committing suicide with a man or something, it's so disgusting..."
At that moment, I was also disgusted...
"It's obviously a noble self-sacrifice. No matter how bad it is, it's still a way of shouldering your responsibility as an elder brother. Can you please stop saying it so disgustingly?"
My goosebumps are rising. This is obviously a battlefield, and the survival of the entire world is obviously at stake. Can you be a little more serious?
"Sacrifice? For the mortals who have abandoned us? Or to destroy the Holy Church of our family and country? Hey, hey, can you not be such a holy mother? Guys like this will not end well, and they will definitely be thrown into the street."
At this moment, I paused again. What he said was so reasonable that I was speechless. I was waiting online. It’s urgent... (To be continued.)
