After returning from death, Cavendish's vision was still completely pale, and his ears were ringing. Due to certain reasons, that unfamiliar and intense feeling of vomiting made him feel incredibly nauseous.
It was to be expected that his vision hadn't recovered. Since he had just started using his eyes, they still needed time to warm up. This physical body of his had been prepared for this for almost a month already.
He hadn't had a single drop of food or water for an entire month. Plus, his body's special condition meant that his mortal body had reached its limit.
If it wasn't for the fact that this physical body of his was an excellent swordsman with excellent foundations to begin with, perhaps the first thing "he" would do right now would be to rest and recover for half a year.
"Brother, I'm going out to play."
A raspy voice was squeezed out from his withered lips. His original body's words were repeated once again. This was a sign that his soul and physical body had synchronized.
"You're not allowed!"
When Cavendish woke up from his deep sleep, before he could get used to the changes in his two physical bodies, what greeted "him" was a low roar filled with denial.
The expected scene of construction in the Chaos Abyss was nowhere to be seen. The servants didn't welcome him either. It was inconceivable how someone with evil intentions had arrived here.
"Roland?"
The demon elites that Roland had personally chosen were now nothing more than pieces of minced meat. The golden-haired Holy Knight was clutching a beautiful devil's neck in a pool of blood.
"Hahahaha, as expected of Roland. I never expected that you would appear here."
Cavendish paused in surprise for a moment before he actually started laughing out loud.
Currently, I was rather stunned as well.
He had familiar blonde hair, familiar blue eyes, and familiar face. However, he had a completely unfamiliar body … and gender.
"Cavendish? Leona? "
I couldn't help but ask. Even though I clearly felt that the person in front of me was that bastard younger brother of mine, even though I had already predicted the possibility of this happening, but when it really happened in front of me, I was still shocked.
"My foolish younger brother … sister! Cough, as expected, Leona was your backup plan from the very start! "
The physical body that Cavendish had possessed was none other than the Holy Maiden of the Church of Lightning and Sword, Leona!
This Chaos Girl who had managed to escape the slaughter was now embedded in the dimensional altar like a sacrificial offering. All of this was for this very moment.
The golden-haired woman looked at me in disbelief. She was so weak that she couldn't even stand properly. Her bulging belly was quite eye-catching, but in a way, this was indeed the reason why things had developed to such a state.
"For demons, offspring are a kind of property, but to go to such an extent, you're really crazy."
Just like how Cavendish had once possessed Renée, the bloodline connection between Demon Nobles and Lords of the Abyss meant that their descendants were controlled by their ancestors.
For a half-demon species, being summoned by their bloodline to become laborers was nothing much. The most pitiful ending was probably becoming a backup body for their ancestors.
His consciousness had been erased, his knowledge and power had become food for his ancestors. Everything he had painstakingly obtained had been devoured, and all traces of his existence had been erased.
Many powerful Demon Gods and Demon Lords had revived in the physical bodies of their descendants after they died in battle. However, this was usually only a backup plan. The result of doing so would be that they would lose everything in the past and have to start over again.
And those descendants would only be mixed-blood descendants who had obtained a portion of the original bloodline. Their bloodline abilities and upper limits would often be weaker than the original Demon Gods and Demon Lords. It would also be difficult for them to surpass the original limit of their power level. Powerful demons would never choose to use this method unless absolutely necessary.
However, Cavendish was different. He was incredibly different.
From the very start, I noticed that something was off about this demon fetus.
"Such a powerful and pure high-level demon bloodline is something that can shake the foundational power level of a God. It's impossible for this demon fetus to be an accident. And, the most important part is that it's impossible for his soul to exist. "
After secretly performing a series of dissection experiments on Leona … er, after examining her, I discovered to my astonishment that my future "nephew" was actually a dead fetus without a soul.
This fetus was the crystallization of the power of Chaos. Although Leona was his mother, in a way, she was nothing more than a vessel. The true creator of this fetus was Cavendish, who had split off a small portion of himself.
Once this fetus matured, even if it was impossible for him to swiftly reach Cavendish's level of power, it would only be a matter of time before he became a powerful God.
Naturally, I had paid so much in hopes of obtaining even more. The price of sacrificing a Main God was already laid out in front of me.
Now, Cavendish's goal of possessing this fetus and using it to control the mother's body was also laid out in front of me.
"Cavendish, you abandoned a Main God level existence in order to pass through that wall?"
Behind the altar was a boundless pitch-black wall. I also learned what this wall was used for from the murals on it that were related to the Goddess of Chaos.
"… Only a Girl of Chaos can become Cynthia. Only Cynthia can pass through this wall and reach Cynthia's place of hibernation …"
This was the Creator Goddess of Chaos' foundational setting. It was the ultimate insurance to protect her physical body. In normal situations, it would be impossible to pass through this wall. However, Cavendish and the others had managed to find a loophole in this rule.
A fetus, a fetus that was living inside a Girl of Chaos' body, would naturally be able to enter and obtain Cynthia's physical body, power, and authority!
And then, Cynthia's physical body would descend upon the mortal world and use her Creator Goddess authority to open up the Dimensional Door. This was Cavendish's ultimate plan!
Currently, Cavendish wasn't panicking at all. That was because the altar was right next to the wall, and the wall that mortals couldn't pass through was now open for him.
"Ha, Roland, let's chat later."
"She" turned around and wanted to enter the wall, but I coldly uttered a completely inappropriate threat.
"Cavendish, you'd better turn around, unless you don't want to take her life."
I pointed at Ilmisya, who was in my hand. I sliced a thin ice blade across Ilmisya's slender neck, leaving a blood-red mark.
"… You don't seem like a good character at all. Didn't you say before that the villains who threaten hostages are all low-level villains who die incredibly quickly?"
Karwenz paused for a moment. But then, he said something from the past that even I couldn't remember. I originally thought that he would at least hesitate for a moment, but the next instant, "Leona" turned around and rolled her eyes before she laughed heartlessly. "Leona"
"Go ahead and kill me if you want to. So many people have died already, so one more won't matter. Once the Dimensional Door is opened, even more people will die. Heehee. "
Even though he was clearly speaking the apocalyptic truth, his frivolous and expectant tone made him seem like a naughty child looking forward to his birthday.
The "Final Elimination" after the Dimensional Door was opened was a festival that he had desired for a very long time. All the sacrifices and deaths before this were nothing more than a warm-up for the festival.
At this moment, I understood that Ilmisya was meaningless to him. He didn't care at all. He didn't even care what would happen to him in the Armageddon.
Destruction? Evolution? Actually, none of that mattered. It was fine as long as he had fun.
But I knew what he cared about.
And so, I took a deep breath and slowly moved my ice blade away from Ilmisya's neck. I then transformed it into a short blade and pointed it at my own chest.
"Cavendish, you and I share the same soul. If I don't die, you won't die, and I won't die as long as you don't die. But, perhaps it's time for us to die together."
The blade itself didn't have any meaning. But, this was only a declaration of his resolution and attitude.
Cavendish turned around again. This time, he finally furrowed his eyebrows.
"Eliza was correct. As expected, after you found out about our undying nature, you used this technique to take me down with you whenever I had a great advantage. Honestly, dying together with a man is so disgusting …"
At this moment, I was also disgusted by this …
"This is clearly a noble act of self-sacrifice. No matter how bad it is, it counts as taking on your responsibility as an older brother. Can you not make it sound so disgusting?"
I had goosebumps all over my body. This was clearly a battlefield that concerned the survival of the entire world. Couldn't he be slightly more serious?
"Sacrifice? For the sake of the mortals who betrayed us? Or the Holy Church that destroyed our families and countries? Hey, hey, hey, can you stop being such a saint? Such a person won't have a good ending. He'll definitely die. "
At this moment, I paused again. What he said made so much sense that I actually didn't know what to say. How should I deal with this? I'm waiting online, it's urgent …
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