Starting with the defeated female knight

But at the same time, in a place just a wall away from the mountains.

The thick gray fog seemed to possess a life of its own, constantly growing, swirling, and flowing silently around the mountain range, like a gray wall that enveloped the entire world.

Green, of course, hadn't forgotten the existence of the gray fog.

But precisely because of this, the gray fog did not forget His existence.

Therefore, the fog will not move forward.

But they certainly don't intend to live in peace.

Boom, boom.

The enormous rock beast took a step, and each step it took caused the earth to tremble.

creak, creak.

The monster formed from condensed water elements flowed silently, appearing soft but emitting a sound that made your teeth ache.

There were also writhing shadows, shattered undead, and a chimera pieced together...

And the enormous figure at the very center of the gray fog.

Dawn City is slowly growing, and He is also slowly expanding.

Unlike Dawn City, Gray Fog's development has not been smooth. Not only has it been blocked by mountains, but its tentacles extending towards the capital have also been broken.

Even inside the gray fog, an uninvited guest arrived today.

The man wielding the gray greatsword stepped into the gray fog, easily tearing apart the strange monsters along the way.

The writhing shadow lurked in the darkness, finding the right moment to unleash its dark, sharp edge. But the blow, powerful enough to tear steel, struck the man's bare neck, snapping it in two without leaving even the slightest mark.

Why would a shadow hit someone?

The man grabbed the shadow with some confusion, but he didn't understand what was going on until the other person died.

Fortunately, he is not one to dwell on trivial matters.

Realizing that he couldn't understand it, he took another step forward, towards the center of the thick fog, towards that majestic presence.

To be honest, he didn't know what had happened either.

Joz had been advising him against acting rashly, saying that even if he wanted to fight the ancient gods, he should at least make some preparations and bring some manpower.

But he thought that would be too much trouble.

It's not that preparing is troublesome, but rather that taking care of others is too much trouble.

Thinking is troublesome, preparing is troublesome, taking care of someone is troublesome, and waiting for the other person to grow up is even more troublesome.

So, after dealing with the spreading gray fog, he walked in alone.

Walking, killing, eating, drinking, and occasionally taking a short nap.

Gray fog? A demonic tide? Strange monsters?

He didn't understand these things very well, but since it wasn't too difficult to handle, he didn't pay much attention and simply charged straight in.

Even so, he still sensed it when he arrived before that majestic being.

"In the end, was it still too late?"

Looking at the motionless corpse in front of him, the man stopped and slowly drew the gray-white greatsword engraved with the double-headed eagle emblem from its back.

He glanced at the enormous figure that remained motionless before him, then at the increasingly dense gray fog surrounding him, and at the growing number of gazes around him.

He blinked, then suddenly realized.

"Oh, so it was a trap?"

No wonder he seemed a bit strange the whole way.

But it doesn't seem to matter, since he's going to come anyway.

Thinking this, he slightly turned his body to dodge the sharp blade coming from behind, then grabbed the attacker's head and squeezed it open like a watermelon with just a little force.

boom--

More attacks came, but he stepped forward, gripped his sword with both hands, and with a backhand slash, shattered all the attacks, even cutting the attackers behind him in two.

Although the sword swing was not fast and did not seem particularly impressive, a huge crack appeared on the gray mist wall that was almost tangible.

It may even be impossible to heal.

But after successfully striking, the man showed no sign of joy; instead, for the first time, he frowned.

zizi.

Turn your gaze to the hands holding the sword.

The purple toxins spread and were gradually dissolving his skin.

If he were a normal person, or a nobleman whose bloodline wasn't the regenerative type, then his hand would probably be reduced to just bones in the blink of an eye.

Unfortunately, his regenerative abilities were quite strong. While the toxins were visibly eroding his skin and flesh, his flesh was also regenerating at a visible speed.

But he wasn't happy at all.

It wasn't just because of the pain, but also because he felt something from it.

Territory erosion.

This is not a technique that ordinary ancient gods can use.

Worse still, due to the interference of the gray fog, some of his abilities were almost completely restricted.

The opponent not only faces no restrictions, but can even launch attacks using the gray fog.

As he swung the greatsword, a long-lost seriousness finally appeared on his face.

The next second, his figure disappeared from the spot, and when he reappeared, he was already in front of the huge figure, raising the gray-white greatsword in his hand.

Then—wave it!

boom--

A simple and unadorned slash.

The mist and the ancient god were separated, and even the ground beneath their feet was cut in two.

Admittedly, he didn't know where the opponent's core was, but if he destroyed everything, it wouldn't matter where it was.

In a sense, he wasn't wrong.

Because his sword strike from top to bottom did indeed envelop and destroy the second core of the Thousand-Legged God.

But the next second, gray mist filled the air, and before the wound he had cut could even bleed, countless poisonous insects surged out from it, intertwining and pulling at each other, gluing the body that had been cut in two back together.

Even more powerful.

"...Father, you are right, I really should learn some academic subjects."

To be honest, the man knows how to kill the ancient god, but he has never actually faced the demonic tide and is not very clear about its methods.

The erosion of the domain became increasingly severe, and the skin all over the body began to sizzle. Even purple corrosive tears began to flow from the eyeballs.

The colossal being finally began to move. Its head, shattered by Cecilia, remained empty. As it lowered itself, purple mist flowed out, corroding everything around it.

At the same time, it seemed to finally take the insects in front of it seriously. Its limbs began to mutate, and countless deformed insect limbs began to emerge from the various wounds it had previously suffered. They wailed and twisted, brutal and crazy, and as soon as they appeared, they destroyed and tore apart everything around them.

After He finally awoke, His true divine power began to manifest.

The grayish-white mist began to turn purple, and venom flowed from the twisted monster's body. Even pure elemental creatures were wailing. The ground beneath their feet began to turn purple and soften, showing a tendency to transform into a pool of poison. Even the clouds in the sky were dyed purple. After gathering, a feast of poison and death descended.

After an unknown period of erosion, it was finally completely controlled by the gray mist and awoke once more.

The surrounding monsters stopped their attack, prostrating themselves on the ground in various postures, accepting the purple gifts with equanimity. Some died painfully on the spot, while others were only injured but remained unchanged.

Others, however, were reborn, transforming into a higher existence under the shadow of toxins and death.

Then, the all-encompassing being lowered its empty head, and a mutated, enormous, and twisted limb slowly emerged and stretched out in front of the man.

It was an invitation, an invitation to embrace glory and evolution.

However, what He received in response was yet another strike.

boom--

The limbs and body were severed together.

What followed was not an end, but more slashes.

Before the poison completely corrodes him, before he dies completely, he must unleash as many strikes as possible.

The gray fog's regeneration was powerful, but he didn't believe that kind of regeneration could be endless.

Otherwise, the other party wouldn't have reacted this way.

but......

After everything was over, the man picked up his greatsword and looked at his hand, where the bone was now exposed.

He looked up again and saw the majestic figure in front of him, which had been cut into more than a dozen pieces, and even the gray fog, the earth and the sky had been shattered, but was still slowly reassembling.

After a moment of silence, the sword fell from his hand to the ground.

"So, it was all about accumulating from the very beginning...?"

The toxins erupted from within the body, along with the gray mist from previous breaths and the toxins hidden in various foods and diets, all bursting forth in response to the encroachment of the domain.

The toxins were extremely well hidden and incredibly rare, but it was precisely because of this that they could work with the gray fog to bypass his senses and enter his body to lie dormant. This was also the true purpose behind the opponent's various attempts to obstruct and deplete him.

But he was still not afraid, only somewhat puzzled.

"Am I going to die?"

What does it feel like to die?

He didn't know, and he wanted to know.

But after a while, he remembered it again.

"Oh, right, I don't think I can die."

Although this means the empire might face a different or even more trouble, and if it wants to run away, it can do so.

But for some reason, he just didn't want to run. He felt that standing there and waiting to die was actually quite nice.

The toxins were intensifying their effects, and he began to experience difficulty breathing.

But my heartbeat grew stronger.

Boom, boom, boom.

The heart was beating, but not to pump blood; rather, it was as if something was awakening.

But just as he was about to give up and close his eyes to submit.

A splash of blue appeared in his field of vision.

The blue butterfly floated by, not fast, not in a hurry, just appearing and then drifting leisurely toward him.

The monsters on the road tried to stop him, but neither their attacks, the raindrops from the sky, nor even the erosion of the domain could touch him in the slightest.

"Oh, you've arrived."

The butterfly didn't answer; it simply floated onto his shoulder and landed. The purple toxin that had been relentlessly eroding him vanished without a trace in an instant.

Instead, a blue liquid filled with healing power, like a mother's tears, healed all his injuries at a visible speed.

But that's all.

After all, the blue butterfly is good at some things, but it is not good at fighting. In fact, it is not much stronger than the Thousand-Legged God controlled by the little girl.

But it doesn't matter, after all, He didn't come here to fight.

After fully recovering, the man moved his arms and was about to ask himself if he should leave now, but suddenly noticed that the butterfly's forelegs seemed to be gripping something.

An earthworm?

No, it's just a small segment of a tentacle.

Dark and viscous, with flowing eyeballs, exuding a terrifying and ominous aura, tentacles that could drive anyone mad with just a glance.