"Ghaa—!"

The squid floating in the air waved its tentacles, emitting a moan reminiscent of a blue whale's song.

A pair of murky eyes gazed down upon the entire forest, and the thick fog that had been dyed red seemed to become a sea under which it soared freely.

It was the monster known as the "Nightmare Wanderer."

Like a heart-devouring demon.

Under normal circumstances, they only existed in legends!

The four-armed monster kept emerging from scarlet egg sacs, intertwined with some bizarrely twisted mutants.

That profane image was like a pure nightmare.

It also resembled the apocalyptic scene depicted on the murals of confessional rooms in the Holy City's cathedral!

The cracks were constantly expanding.

An oppressive aura enveloped the entire Mist Forest.

Gradually, not just the residents of Mist Town, but also the demons outside the small towns, were being linked by the "red strings of fate," turning into eggs that nurtured Chaos.

If that Chaos's corruption were allowed to continue unchecked, no one would know what terrifying things might surge out of that beam of light!

Witnessing that apocalyptic scene, Mel White stretched out his four arms with pleasure, his twisted face wearing an intoxicated expression.

"Ah... Heaven!"

"Is descending!"

How wondrous!

The mingling of soul and flesh, endlessly propagated through the strings of Chaos. Death had been written into a poem, to praise the endlessness of life.

Conspiracy and knowledge here had become tangible, visible to the naked eye.

Anyone could see the distortions in other people's hearts without a second thought.

At this moment, he could not only use his will to distort his own body but also allowed the heart-devouring demons to transform wildly at will.

Mel White admired his own masterpiece and delved deep into the enjoyment of this exquisite spectacle.

At that time, those pleasing whispers reached his ears again.

"He's returned... bring him back!"

From that impatient voice, Mel heard the urgency and desire of the ineffable True God.

As Its most faithful servant, of course, he would obey.

"Understood—"

"I will bring him back to you!"

With the snap of a finger from his fourth hand, Mel lazily turned his gaze towards the blood-drenched streets, where upon his gaze, the body of Knight Verne shakily stood up.

That was his second-in-command.

He would have him gallop on the battlefield once more!

The remaining eight maimed knights were stitched together by red threads into a two-wheeled chariot—the pairs of men clutching hands and feet formed the wheels, two functioned as the axles and seats, and the flesh of four others transformed into horses that pulled the chariot, limbs sprawling on the ground, emitting beast-like roars.

Verne sat on the chariot, wielding a spear picked up from who knows where, uttering low chants that sounded like curses.

"I name thee—Holy Might Chariot! Heh, passable," he murmured.

Pleased with his creation, Mel smiled, humming a strange tune, his legs had transformed into octopus tentacles at some point, writhing as he swiftly swept forward.

Feeling the guidance of that great will, the heart-devouring demons in the streets raised their heads and let out high-pitched shrieks.

They followed behind their king, ordained by Novel, swinging their long tongues in their gaping mouths, venting their joy.

Hearing the exuberant cheers, Mel White laughed out loud as he swung the long sword he held in his hand and issued the command to march forward with a spirited voice.

"Angels of heaven!"

"Follow me into battle!"

Thousands of shouts echoed in response to him—

"Yah—!"

Hundreds of Heart Eaters flipped their bodies, stood upside down, their thick tongues trailing on the ground like tails, all their limbs propelling them toward the direction the long sword pointed.

...

The earth trembled.

The forest cried out in agony.

Watching the mighty Demon King's army advance, two Dark Night Elves, one tall and one short, hidden among the treetops, widened their eyes in surprise.

Human knights?!

In the Demon King's ranks?!

They had never seen such an outrageous thing!

Helen, leaning against a tree trunk, filled her eyes with disbelief.

"That person... is he really the Demon King?!"

Perched on a nearby branch, Sherry's eyes twinkled with little stars.

"So handsome!!!"

Helen: "...?"

Fog was an obstacle for most people.

But for them, who lived year-round in the forest, it was no problem at all.

It wasn't just the Dark Night Elf scouts who noticed the Demon King's army; the Nightmare Wanderers flying in the sky also noticed the rumbling commotion.

With thousands of tentacles flailing behind them, the colossal bodies dove toward their prey like arrows released from a bow.

And at that moment—

A brilliant light slashed through the foggy sky, stabbing at the squid soaring through the blood mist!

"Spear of Judgment!"

Wielding a warhammer, Charles roared loudly while he and five other priests chanted spells together.

Joint spellcasting!

It was something that could only be done by those with a mutual understanding!

The dazzling light formed into the shape of a spearhead, emitting a divine pressure!

The Nightmare Wanderer, floating in the mist, met the preemptive strike from the human priests face-first and let out a piercing lament.

"Krgh—!"

"Now's the moment!"

Alex seized the opportunity, swinging his sword as the ready mercenary gunners immediately halted in their tracks, crouched on the ground, lifted their firearms at a 45-degree angle, and pulled the trigger!

"Bang—!"

The neat gunshots dispersed the fog until the acrid smell of gunpowder from the barrels blew into the mist!

At less than fifty meters' distance, a volley of bullets inevitably hit the enormous body of the Nightmare Wanderer.

Blue blood sprayed into the air, mingling with the red-tinted mist, creating a bizarre purple aura in the sky.

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