Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 126: 25. Playing cool, huh? Smash your wife figurine first!

As the Sentinel let out an angry war roar, the rapidly falling Uncle was caught by Yrel and the Spirit Dragon who flew down from the sky.

The next second, a terrifying burning light erupted in the form of a halo above the two men's heads. They even heard the crisp sound of something breaking and the sharp cry of a certain bird when it was angry.

A chilling shadow storm mixed with wind blades that could cut through anything erupted above the dark pool of curse. Centered on the area where the Sentinels had entered the illusion of dark power, it enveloped the entire "Sethekk Valley" in just a few seconds. No matter the surrounding bare hills, the blood-soaked mud, or the ancient arakkoa sculptures in the valley, they were all destroyed and razed to the ground by the storm.

Yrel rode the terrified spirit dragon and carried the weakened Maraad out of the dangerous place almost on time. Only when the two were chased by the howling dark storm and fled to the safety above the forest did they have the chance to look back at the dark valley behind them.

The place was completely covered by the shadow-cutting storm. In the eye of the storm, one could vaguely see a group of human-shaped light fighting with a bird-like behemoth. Bright sparks and dark crow feathers were flying everywhere, making the place look miserable and in a mess.

"What the hell is that?"

Yrel asked Maraad, who was panting behind him:

"Why were you trapped by that thing? If the Saint hadn't noticed your Heart of Argus ring was activated, we wouldn't have been able to rescue you with such precision. Ah, look at you, Maraad, you look like you've been rolling in the mud all day!"

"That's pretty much the truth. I actually fought in that muddy pond for at least three days and three nights without a single break."

Maraad sighed and said:
"As for what that thing is, I don't have an answer. It must be some dark creature entrenched in the Arak Peaks. It's extremely powerful and should be the 'local demigod' that the saint mentioned.

It is most likely some kind of bird.

During the few times it spoke to me, I heard something like bird calls.

Even though I've been tortured by it for so long, to be honest, this thing is not the most dangerous or shocking thing that Eredas and I have seen in this damn place.

Yrel, we underestimated the Spires of Arak, and we also underestimated the arakkoa of Skyreach.

Those seemingly savage guys are really being watched by "gods", and not just one, but at least two or maybe even three!"

"What?"

Irel was stunned.

She exclaimed:

"In the tiny Spires of Arak, which occupies at most one-fifth of Draenor, there are actually three demigods hiding there? And they're all related to the Arakkoa? This race is just too outrageous, isn't it? How could they, guarded by three demigods, have managed to get themselves into this post-civilization collapse?"

"Well, that's not the way to put it."

Maraad was now in a double state of weakness after his "holy power ran out" and his "artifact exploded". He felt groggy, and the relaxation after being out of danger made him urgently need to rest.

He rocked on the saddle of the Spirit Dragon and whispered:

"Just like we are also protected by the three guardian naaru, but before the saint woke up and returned, weren't we also in a predicament where we were almost led into danger by the hateful traitor? I just said that the Crow Man has three demigods watching over him, and I didn't say they must be good gods.

Look at this guy in front of you, he doesn't look like a good person at all, right?
I need...a break."

"Hey! Captain Maraad, don't scare me. They say you can't fall asleep when you're seriously injured! Wake up!"

"Snapped"

This brief but intense encounter lasted at least three minutes and seemed to represent a certain pathetic aspect of the hidden evil Raven God.

In short, when the shadow storm that covered the sky and the sun dissipated, this cursed pool that was always shrouded in strange blood rain was like a "real tornado destroying a parking lot" passing through a strong wind, and the filthy blood rain that continued to fall was mixed with strange crow feathers flying all over the sky.

Diakum quickly returned to the outside of the Cursed Valley. He was not injured, but there were several claw marks with shadows and filth on his Guiding Light Armor, which were being purified by the scorching holy flame.

He strode to the temporary camp that Yrel had set up at the edge of the woods. He first checked Maraad's condition, and was relieved when he found that the other party was just too weak and had not suffered any fatal injuries.

"Saint, what is that thing? Did you win?"

Irel asked curiously as he sat by the fire, polishing his crystal sword.

"No, it was a demigod, Rookie. Even with the Holy Light, I couldn't defeat it so easily. It ran away, but we at least got some 'interest' back for Maraad."

Dick shook his head, but then, as if by magic, he pulled out a few large, beautiful, fan-like blue-black tail feathers from the Augure treasure chest, handed them to Yrel, and said:
"Anzu's Storm Feather! This is a rare legendary material. Take it back to a tailor or leatherworker and they'll make you beautiful and practical marching cloaks or spellcasting robes. You'll be responsible for distributing it. Consider it my personal reward to you new recruits."

"What beautiful feathers! As expected of a demigod's tail."

Irel grabbed the huge tail feathers that were almost as tall as her and fanned them back and forth. She found that even after being separated from the demigod's body, these feathers could still summon a light breeze, and there was a dark aura visible to the naked eye in the swaying of the feathers, which made it obvious that they were definitely not ordinary creatures.

She carefully placed the feathers into her magic bag, then raised her head and said to Diakum:
"But I just saw you fighting that Crowman demigod without using the powerful Ashbringer. This doesn't seem like a gesture of punishing an enemy. So you think that the demigod named 'Anzu' is not actually our enemy, right?"

"Well, that guy is a dangerous, gloomy, yet somewhat 'cute' neutral. But compared to the threats posed by the Burning Legion and the Demonblood Orcs, Anzu can indeed be called 'harmless'. After all, as long as we don't desecrate its Crow Claw Altar and don't try to harm the dazzling object that it holds most dear in its heart, it won't even be interested in appearing before us."

Diakum rubbed his chin, glanced at Maraad, and said:
"But unfortunately, even if Anzu only wants to enjoy his miserable lonely life and be content with being the 'Most Affectionate One in Draenor', we cannot ignore such a powerful potential ally at this dangerous moment.

I tried to talk to it just now, but the lonely, socially anxious old bastard fled deep into the shadows.

It doesn't trust us and resists cooperating with us, so next we have to do something not so 'just' to force it to show up.

Yrel, send word to Nai'ri, Jura, and Rexxar, and have them join us here. We're going on a 'demigod hunt,' but our target isn't Anzu, who's so good at hiding.

The saint raised his head and glanced at the thick dark clouds that shrouded the Arak Peaks all year round. He said:

"We'll have to fight high up in the sky this time, so it's time for powerful hunters like Nari to take advantage."

"Another god of the Raven People?"

Yrel took out the Arkonite crystal for communication and blinked at the Sentinel, who she considered "all-knowing," and said:

"Before he passed away, Maraad told me that his and Eredas's explorations in the Spires of Arak had confirmed the existence of three gods among the arakkoa, and Anzu was only one of them."

"Yes! Anzu, the father of ravens and crows, is the 'Eye of Night,' Rukhmar, the mother of the kali and arakkoa, is the 'Spirit of the Sun.' Sethe, whose story is clearly about three people but never quite deserves a name, is the ruler of the wind serpents and short-winged race, and the 'Cursed Wing,' who fell early.

The mythology of the Arakkoa is not complex, but the power left by the gods of Arak still affects this ancient land to this day."

Diakum stood up and said to Yrel:
"Look, the foul blood rain that continues to fall in this gloomy Sethekk Valley is the curse of resentment that Sethek brought upon this land when he was murdered by Rukhmar and Ansu. The power of the cursed wings refuses to dissipate, and even its evil soul still covets this land that rightfully belongs to it.

The story here originated from the gods, so it should naturally be attributed to the gods.

安苏
It was the breaking point for all of Spires of Arak's problems, if only that entity would accept its responsibility, a responsibility it had evaded for millennia.

So, let's give this hopeless old bootlicker some drastic measures."

Diakum waved his cape and said to himself meaningfully:

"For those nerds who spend their days holed up in their rooms with their glue, the best way to get them out for some fresh air isn't to nag them. Hey, old Ansu, you're trying to be cool, aren't you?

I’ll smash your wife’s figurine first, then I’ll see if you can continue to hide from me so leisurely!
Oh, Holy Light, please forgive your followers for what they are about to do, a terrible thing, a bad thing in the conventional sense, but for the future of this gloomy sky.

If you really want to punish someone, just punish me."

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"It was on this stone pillar that Eredas and I saw the 'Sun God' of the high-ranking Crow People. We learned from those scroll keepers who were willing to communicate with us that it soars above the clouds of the Arak Spires along a fixed route every few days.

Just like a wild beast patrolling its territory, it only appears beneath the clouds for a few moments and can be seen by people on the ground.

We observed for several days before we found this stone pillar. We heard that when the Sun God goes out, he is always accompanied by a Sun Priest as a guard, so we planned to use this method to discuss the alliance with the Crow People's priests.

At least it's better than us rushing to Tongtian Peak. That city doesn't welcome outsiders."

On top of a huge stone pillar in the northeastern forest of Spires of Arak, a still somewhat weak Maraad sat cross-legged on the ground and said to his companions who were summoned by the Sentinels and were preparing for battle:

"Anyway, the 'Sun God' will pass by this area at dusk. That's when it's closest to the ground in its flight path, and it's also our only chance to see it without interference from clouds.

It flew at an extremely fast speed, like a meteor across the sky, and it took less than five seconds from the time it appeared to the time it disappeared.

Eredas and I waited here for two days before we captured the appearance of the Crow People's Sun God. It was because of that record that Eredas was abducted by the high-level Crow People.

I wanted to rescue him, but the cold evil wind suddenly blew and dragged me into that damn illusion.

Perhaps it's because we've offended the gods of this ancient land."

Maraad said with regret and worry:
"But so many days have passed, and I don't know if Eredas is safe."

"He's perfectly safe. I don't know how that child managed to save his life from the brutal high-ranking Arakkoa Sun Priests, and even managed to get those priests to deliver the 'ransom letter' to the Great Prophet."

Archbishop Naili, who was loading his hunting rifle, curled his lips and said:

"The Draenei have been exiled across the stars for 25,000 years, and we've seen it all. This is the first time someone has dared to kidnap one of our leaders so boldly. If it weren't for Dick's decision, I would have led the rangers into Skyreach to rescue them."

"click"

The Archbishop, full of martial virtue, pressed a large crystal-cast bullet capable of killing a thunder elephant with one shot into the gun chamber. She glanced in the direction of Tongtian Peak and said in a cold voice:

"Humph, Draenei never negotiate with kidnappers on matters like this!"

"Something's not right."

The orc hunter on the other side was a little uneasy.

The beast whisperer's talent warned Rexxar of impending danger. He calmly observed the surrounding terrain and wind direction, and said doubtfully:
"If it's really a sun god that can soar ten thousand meters in the sky as you say, then there's absolutely no reason for it to suddenly descend in this place, unless there's something attracting it here?"

"Anzu's lair is in the nearby Shadow Realm."

Saint Diakum put on his helmet, took out the Ashbringer and leaned on it in his hand, then took out the Iron Codex hanging from his waist, opened the pages and recited scriptures to apply various powerful benefits to his companions around him.

Amidst a series of light and shadow effects, the Sentinel explained in a low voice:

"Rukma, the Sun God, and Ansu, the Night Crow God, were... well, the kind of pure love couple who had feelings for each other but didn't break up. When the jealous and cursed Serpent God Setai tempted Ansu to murder Rukhma and seize her control of the sky, old Ansu sold Setai's plot to his goddess without even a shred of hesitation.

The two men set a trap and killed the vicious wind serpent god in the Setek Valley.

But Sethe wielded the power of the void, and if his dying curse remained unbroken, it would have engulfed the entire Spires of Arak. To protect Rukhmar from being corrupted, the infatuated Anzu cruelly devoured Sethe's flesh and blood. Thus, Anzu unexpectedly gained the power to wield shadows, but the price was that Sethe's corrupted flesh corrupted Anzu, shortening his wings to become ugly, and he could no longer soar alongside Rukhmar.

It felt inferior because of its own ugliness, and despite Rukhmar's gentle yet sorrowful calls, it could only hide in the shadows and silently protect its goddess. It was not until Rukhmar, overcome by grief and having expended too much energy in shaping the Crowmen, fell upon the stone pillars of Heaven-reaching Peak that the story of this infatuated man and woman came to an end.

"So affectionate? How could such a good demigod become a bootlicker! And a truly hopeless bootlicker at that!"

Yura, the chattering hunter, widened her eyes and exclaimed:

"But if Rukhmar the Sun is dead, then what was this 'Sun God' that Maraad and the Eredars had seen before?
Moreover, I heard some gossip from the Legion of Holy Light that most of the lives at the demigod level are blessed by the Force, so it is not so easy for them to really die. What's more, the three gods of Alanka are demigods born from the force of life.

They may be less powerful in combat, but they have been granted the power of 'immortality' in the realm of immortality. How could they die so easily? "

“This is more complicated to explain.”

Diakum seemed to sense something. He looked up at something rapidly approaching above the thick clouds ahead. He gripped the Ashbringer tightly in his hand, igniting the white holy flame on the blade, and whispered:
"Rukhma's spirit may have gone to the place of the wild demigods, but her children yearn for their mother and, driven by the teachings of the Sun God, have committed terrible deeds.

They used the power granted by Rukhmar to create a very mysterious device, which brought the most magnificent solar fire on the hottest day of the year in Draenor to rekindle Rukhmar's body.

They resurrected their mother, but unfortunately they could not bring back the pure soul of the demigod.

So, children"

"boom"

The moment the saint raised the holy sword and pointed it towards the sky, a ball of fire like the "sun" suddenly appeared under the clouds.

Just as Maraad had described, the giant bird, a phoenix in legend, looked divine in appearance, wrapped in the holy fire of the sun and appeared before everyone like some kind of ancient world totem.

At this moment, the knowledgeable Archbishop Nari's eyes widened.

Well, such exaggerated things are rare even in the starry sky, and this girl's appearance is unexpectedly high! She is worthy of being the goddess that can make the licking dog demigod think about her for thousands of years.

At this moment, Yura, the chatterbox hunter who had been somewhat disdainful of Anzu's dog-licking behavior, also exclaimed:

"If this is Rukhmar, then let alone Old Ansu, I can do it too!"

"This is just a soulless shell! This is just a 'false god' that was mistakenly resurrected! It has power but no will. It is the perfect parasitic vessel for the evil spirits of the Twisting Nether and the Sunless Sea!"

The Sentinel waved his hand and used the priest's levitation spell on everyone around him as a mass spell, allowing them to stay in the air for a short time. Then he shouted loudly:
"Do not be afraid of the false god of the sun. Follow me! Soldiers, we must defeat it! Capture it! To protect it, so that it will not be used by the Burning Legion to harm this world."

"boom"

At the beginning, Diakam accurately released the Holy Punisher in front of the high-speed flying Sun God. The white flame hit Rukhma's protective sun flame accurately. The impact ring caused by the collision of the two shining lights instantly illuminated the dark forest completely.

Just as Dick said, the soulless Rukhmar acted like a wild beast. When provoked, it would hiss and flap its flaming wings as it roared towards the stone pillars below. As it approached, the temperature around it increased dramatically in the manner of a "grilled Draenei steak", and the sun fire it spewed out was enough to easily melt all mortal things.

He is a demigod after all!
Moreover, in terms of destructive power alone, Rukhmar can basically be regarded as the most powerful individual born in the world of Draenor after the creation era. She is the pinnacle of normal power that can be born in this world. Even if a wilderness demigod like her is placed in the world of Azeroth where demons are rampant, she will definitely be ranked at the top.

The only problem was that its powerful strength was not harnessed wisely, preventing this "false sun god" from exerting its full deterrent power. This was especially true after Diakum waved his hand and unleashed the Holy Word: Barrier, shielding the entire cross-section of the giant stone pillar with a hemispherical holy light barrier, allowing it to withstand the sun's fire unscathed. The powerful beast knew it had met its match.

"What kind of bastard dares to challenge the majesty of the Sun God! Ah, you daring land reptile! Die!"

The high-level crowmen who were flying with the sun god quickly arrived near the stone pillar. Seeing that the sacred sun spirit was being lured to the stone pillar by a blue-skinned giant wrapped in the scorching sun and was about to be besieged, the barbaric and fanatical high-level crowmen suddenly became furious.

They folded their wings and crashed into the battlefield like meteors, intending to tear these stupid reptiles to pieces with their claws and wing blades.

However, before they could release their attacks under the scorching sun and approach Saint Diakum, they saw a blue-skinned female warrior leaping over with a roar. When Irel, holding the Holy Blade of Goria, landed, a seismic wave set off that knocked out several high-level arakkoa who had just landed on the spot. Maraad, who rushed over from the other side, swung his warhammer and knocked one down. Yura's hunting rifle was like the Eye of Death, and he fired four shots in a row, causing the arakkoa to bleed.

As the three Legendaries attempted to capture the Sun God, it was the duty of the two recruits, under the command of Yura, to ensure that these arrogant and barbaric high-ranking arakkoa did not disturb the battlefield.

Yrel's own sword of Goria brought him more than enough power to crush these birdmen, but Maraad was equally powerful.

He had fought against Terokk, the Claw King, in Anzu's shadowy illusion. He was familiar with the combat methods of high-level Crowmen. Moreover, compared with their powerful ancestors, these incompetent descendants were far inferior in terms of wing blade slashing and light wheel cutting skills. They tried to launch a surprise attack but were entangled by two recruits.

In fact, even if Yrel and Maraad did not take action, these high-level arakkoa would not be able to really interfere with the "Glorious War" in front of them.

Whether it was the terrifying light and heat released unrestrained by the sun god Rukhma, or the scorching sun flames that Diakum fanned in combat, they were all the kind of terrifying AoE damage that could not be exempted. The temperature could even heat up steel armor to the point of being scalded to death.

If the Crowmen, creatures covered with feathers all over their bodies, really dared to rush in, they would be turned into roasted chickens on the spot. They did serve the sun god, but Rukhmar's fire would not deliberately avoid them.

The saying "Too much hair means weaker fire, and a big body means weaker anus" is an eternal truth. But then again, a big Holy Light guy like Diakum doesn't have to worry about the dangerous "anus attack". After all, his thick tail is always covered with a sharp golden tail cover, and the special fighting skills passed down from the ancestors of the Eredar allow them to swing their tails like a whip when necessary. Isn't this to avoid such obscene attacks?
"boom"

Nari fired a shot at the right spot.

The precise bullet, with the destructive power of a legendary ranger, hit the eyeball of the Sun God. This attack should have been a sure thing, but the crystallized bullet was ignited and exploded by the high temperature of the sun's fire the moment it got close, and it was impossible to inflict any damage to the defense.

This made the Archbishop frown and look at Rexxar again. The powerful Mok'Natha was wielding two hunting axes to support the melee attack of Saint Diak'um. The two magic axes in his hands were no ordinary objects. They could actually tear apart Rukma's sun fire in close combat and directly damage the body of the demigod.

The Mok'nasa people's productivity and miserable living conditions certainly make it impossible to produce such weapons, so perhaps this is a good thing that the Mok'nasa people "inherited" from the ogres. Oh, it's worthy of being the Goria Empire, there are so many foreign things.

"I just hate these semi-energy creatures. Most of them can't be dealt with by arrows or bullets!"

Nari complained and threw the hunting rifle in her hand to Yura, who was happily "hunting turkeys" with bullets beside her. Then she jumped out and dodged. When she landed, she had a powerful double-headed spear in her hand.

The spear's blade is made of the poisonous fangs of a demonic demigod. Its vicious destructive power surpasses that of ordinary legendary weapons, and the accompanying "devourer poison" makes even Diakum have to be careful not to be accidentally injured when Nari wields it.

The Archbishop would not often use this hunting relic. After all, for her, most problems could be solved with bullets.

"puff"

While Diak'um used Ashbringer to cut through the sun fire spewed by Rukhma and slashed the powerful Holy Word of Punishment into Rukhma's sturdy bird beak with the posture of a sword of justice, Nari also found the opportunity on the flank of the sun god and used the bite of the two-headed snake to pierce the fangs of the red maw into the sun god's body wrapped in flames.

The destructive power was secondary. The main thing was the deadly poison released after the Redmaw Fang entered his body, which made Rukhmar feel pain almost immediately.

That was Sargeras's favorite hound. It had worked with the Dark Titan to repel the attacks of the Void Lords. How could the poison of a powerful beast that could defeat the Dark Titan be of ordinary quality?
If the Dark Titan couldn't even weaken a demigod, how could he keep such a weak pet by his side?
Is it really because the Scorch Hound looks "good-looking"?

Hey, Mr. Sa is not the kind of dog owner who will love his dog just because it is well-behaved!
In short, Rukhmar, weakened by the Redmaw's poison, became "weak" half a minute later, and the solar fire surrounding it dissipated like the tide, revealing its beautiful body that seemed to be forged from the embers of the scorching sun.

In jargon, it’s the second stage!

"Naili! Ranged attack!"

Diakum shouted, and the Archbishop immediately withdrew and threw the Redmaw Fang to Rexxar, who was grimacing in pain from the burns.

The orc knew that although his double axes were trophies seized by his mother from the Ogre Wizard Leader, these magic weapons forged by mortals could hardly cause effective damage to the demigod. He did not refuse the support of the Ranger Archbishop. He took the Fang of Redmaw and rolled forward, using the fierce Mok'Nathal hunting tactics. In just a few seconds, he tore several bloody wounds on Rukmar's body.

The flying scorching feathers of fire put the Sun God at a disadvantage. Facing the heavy slash of Diak'um, who was almost immune to fire and could not be blocked, the beast demigod realized his own weakness and was about to retreat. But at the moment when he used his scorching wings to stir up a strong wind to force Rexxar back and spread his wings to fly, Diak'um raised his hand and threw out the Holy Light Confinement.

The golden light was like a chain pulling, circling Rukma and forming a physical confinement. Diakum on the ground was bound by the pull and unable to leave the platform.

"What a great opportunity!"

Yura, who was standing next to him, took advantage of the opportunity and followed his archbishop, picked up the ruby hunting rifle, aimed and fired. A cluster of blood hit the neck of the sun god, causing the fire feather to explode. The flaming blood sprinkled all around and turned into hot ashes when it fell to the ground.

"This false sun god isn't as strong as we imagined. Maybe we can kill it here?"

Yura said as he loaded his gun:

"This is a rare honor for a hunter."

"Don't be silly! It's the spirit of the sun. It's immortal."

Nellie saw it clearly. The Archbishop shook his head and said:

"Just like the legendary phoenix that can be reborn from the ashes, this creature must be sealed and not killed unless the light and heat are completely consumed. Cooperate with the Sentinels to continue suppressing it. We must bring it back to Shattrath City.

The crows were unable to protect their own sun god. Dick was right. Even a beast without wisdom was so difficult to deal with. If an evil spirit took advantage of the opportunity,
Given the current situation, we should all just stop living!"

"But it has been flying in the Spires of Arak in this mindless manner for thousands of years. Hasn't it ever been targeted?"

Yura said doubtfully:

"There are quite a few monsters in the world of Draenor."

"Of course because"

Nari narrowed her eyes and looked around cautiously.

She whispered:

"There's this old bootlicker who's been silently protecting the silly, innocent young lady who's lost her memory! Dick, it's coming!"

The moment the archbishop shouted, the Sentinel Saint who was restraining the Sun God Rukhma instantly released his restraints, allowing the Sun God to flap his wings and fly into the sky. The platform they were on was instantly covered by a thick shadow storm, mixed with the extremely angry roar of some kind of bird.

"You! Blue skin! How dare you hurt her!!! Quack! I'm going to tear you apart!"

Old Ansu's anger at this moment was no joke.

Witnessing the goddess he had secretly loved for thousands of years and who had given birth to his "child" being hurt to such a bruised and weak state by a bunch of damn bastards outside the door of his lair, this is something that any man with a gut can't tolerate!
What's more, Old Ansu is just a little lonely, indifferent and a bit of a bastard, but he doesn't lack strength!
Along with the terrifying roar of the "Midnight Crow God", a terrifying cutting wind accompanied by the void shadow energy that polluted people's hearts exploded here, causing the huge stone pillars to shake violently, but then a dazzling scorching light burst out in the dark storm, like a beam of light that shattered the shadow sky caused by Ansu.

Amidst the constantly peeling away of scattered shadows, Diakum, who had already entered the Sanctified Seraph state, revealed a subtle smile in the darkness beneath his white hood. He charged into the core of the swirling shadow storm ahead, sword in hand.

The next second, old Ansu's painful cry was heard from it.

If the Sentinel's target was really the "false sun god" Rukhma, then given his cautious character of giving his all in any battle, he would have exploded the moment the two sides engaged in battle.

And if Ansu hadn't been affected by the dog-licking mentality, he would have been able to keenly notice that, in fact, everyone present, except for the tough new recruit Irel, was deliberately saving their explosive skills just like the Sentinels.

So the question is, which lucky person will receive these outbreaks?
Well, it turns out that the best way to get otakus out of the house is to attack their wives.

Ps:

There will be 2+15 more chapters added tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)