Bighorn Bull is in charge of leading, and I, Beria, am in charge of raising it.

Then, under Lem's shocked and furious gaze, he chopped off the head of the Silver Cross member with an axe before suddenly exerting force and slamming Lem heavily to the ground!

He then took two steps forward, and as Lyme struggled to stand up, feeling as if her body was falling apart, he stomped heavily on Lyme's abdomen, causing her to nearly faint on the spot. He then raised his greatsword, coldly preparing to decapitate Lyme.

"...Hmm? Wait a minute, why is there something inside your body..."

But just when Lyme himself thought that he was definitely going to die, his mind went blank, and he stopped struggling, helplessly waiting to die on the spot.

Unexpectedly, Mold's giant axe stopped abruptly just centimeters from Lyme's neck.

His eyes, tempered by dark energy, narrowed slightly, as if he had discovered something that piqued his interest, and he stared intently at Lem.

Then, under Lem's puzzled gaze, Mold, as if discovering some new and interesting toy, released his foot from Lem.

He then bent down, grabbed Lyme by the neck, lifted her off the ground, and held her in front of him to examine her closely, muttering with interest.

"So that's how it is. These foolish bastards not only took my test subjects away and left them to roam freely on that unsuspecting planet, but they also managed to turn one of them into one of their own kind? And they've kept him by their side with such trust, treating him as a companion?"

"Hahahaha! How ridiculous! Since that's the case, then I'll have to make you, the test subject, repay their 'trust' properly..."

Mold's rampant laughter echoed across the battlefield, carrying undisguised irony and pleasure.

Lem gripped the hand that was choking him tightly with both hands, his pupils contracting slightly at the sound.

She didn't understand what Mold was laughing about, but as Mold spoke, she recalled her dark childhood experiences and understood what the word "experimental subject" meant!

This fueled her growing sense of foreboding, causing her to struggle even more fiercely. As she desperately tried to break free from Mold's control, she gritted her teeth and questioned him.

"Wha...what do you mean? What do you want to do to me?!"

"Hehehe, you'll find out soon enough..."

"Stop, you bastard! Stop!"

Lem struggled desperately, but Mold's fingers remained motionless.

Visible dark energy surged from Mold's palm and was forcibly injected into Lym's body.

This caused the color timer on the Lem, which had been steadily lit in blue under the illumination of the plasma spark tower, to begin flickering violently.

Furthermore, it felt as if something was forcibly invading its consciousness, peeling it away bit by bit, and forcefully pressing it into the deepest corner of its body.

This made Lem realize with horror that the powerful monster he had never seen before was trying to turn him into a puppet that he could control!

Without hesitation, he gave up struggling and, before his body completely slipped out of his control, raised his hand and condensed an eight-pointed light wheel, which he then slashed fiercely at his own head!

Unexpectedly, the moment Lyme made a move, Mold merely increased the output of his dark energy slightly, causing her excruciating pain. The eight-part light halo she had gathered in her hand vanished completely, making even suicide a distant dream!

"Ah! It hurts so much, Daddy, save me, my... my head feels like it's going to explode... You bastard, you'd better kill me now! Otherwise, my father will never let you go... Ah—!!!!!"

In her despair, her voice began to tremble.

But it wasn't the fear of facing death, but rather a desperate lament after realizing what the person in front of him might force him to do next!

Unfortunately, the disparity in strength was too great, and all of Lem's struggles were destined to be in vain. He couldn't even manage to provoke Mold into giving him a quick death.

Finally, as dark energy continued to be injected, Lyme's struggles gradually stopped, and his head drooped down as if he had lost all strength.

When Mold released her hand, letting her stand still on her own, and then looked up again.

Those once bright and lively eyes have long since become empty, completely losing the brilliance that belonged to Lyme.

He even knelt down on one knee in front of Mold and spoke in a completely unfamiliar, emotionless, and cold voice, enunciating each word clearly.

"Experiment J20171111 reporting to you, Master. Please issue the combat orders."

Mold looked down at the giant of light before him, whose brainwashing program, which he had personally activated deep within her body, had turned her back into a puppet at his mercy, and a satisfied smile slowly curved his lips.

"Hahaha, excellent! That's more like it! Well then, let's test your skills..."

As he spoke, he looked around.

Finally, his gaze settled on those Ultra Warriors who, despite not being skilled in combat, fought desperately to protect the wounded in their hospital beds during the monster invasion. He also saw them dragging their severely injured bodies as they battled the monsters to the death.

Mold's eyes lit up, a cruel smile spreading across his face, and he gave the order in a cold voice.

"Use the fighting methods these idiots taught you to kill everyone here!"

"...Yes, Master."

Upon hearing this, Lym stood up in agreement, turning to look at her former comrade with whom she had gotten along well, but her eyes showed no emotion whatsoever. Instead, she aimed at a Silver Cross member who had his back to her and was unsuspectingly moving the wounded, her hands trembling violently as she slowly assumed the stance for firing a Specium Ray.

At this critical moment...

With a violent whistling sound of air friction, a fiery red figure fell from the sky and crashed heavily not far in front of Lym and Mold.

As the dust that had been flying everywhere gradually settled, what appeared before Mold and Lem was none other than Belial, who, through the telepathic connection between father and daughter, had sensed Lem's cry for help and rushed to the scene at full speed!

Then he looked at Lem, whose eyes were empty and who subconsciously took a step to the side to protect Mold.

Belial, his entire body flushed red and with wisps of intense heat rising from him, looked like an old father who had seen a street urchin steal his beloved daughter and had it all stolen away. He was furious and glared at Mold, shouting angrily.

“I felt Lyme’s pain and despair…”

"Mold! You bastard! What have you done to my precious daughter?!"

"How dare you... hurt my child—!!!"

Chapter 30 The Old Father in Berserk Phase Two

"How dare you... hurt my child!"

Belial's roar still reverberated in the air, yet his body had already moved.

Under the influence of his rage, even someone as strong as Mold could only vaguely see a silver-red afterimage tearing through the dust in the air as it rushed straight toward him.

Furthermore, it broke the rule that the Giant of Light would usually stand still when unleashing his beam attack in order to suppress the recoil and ensure a stable hit on the target. While running, reddish-brown electricity flashed continuously in his right palm, quickly forming a cross shape with his raised left hand.

"Desium Ray—!!!!"

The next second, a dark red torrent carrying devastating heat, along with Belial's rapid charge, hurtled straight towards Mold's head at near-face-to-face distance!

Where the light passed, even the air was ionized into a dazzling purplish-red, and the crystal shards on the ground melted into liquid before they could even fly.

Clearly, the power of this Desium Ray was far more ferocious than any of the ones he had previously unleashed on the defensive line!

It contained not only energy, but also the raging anger that was pounding in his chest as a father, almost setting him on fire!

"Wow, I didn't expect that someone in this remote place would actually recognize me... Well then, I'll give you, this ant, a chance to challenge me!"

However, Mold, who had never taken the Giants of Light seriously, didn't immediately dodge when Belial charged forward. Instead, he showed a look of interest, deliberately pushing aside Rem who was blocking his way and swinging his giant axe at Belial.

In an instant, a torrent of dark energy erupted from the axe, colliding head-on with the Descium Ray. After a brief stalemate, it exploded into a blinding white light that could dazzle any onlookers!

Throughout the entire ordeal, Mold stood firmly in place, without even moving a single foot, effortlessly withstanding the ferocious onslaught of the Desium Ray!

But before he could utter any sarcastic remarks, amidst the deafening noise of the violent explosion, he keenly heard an unusual sound…

Something seems to be rubbing against the air at high speed, and it's getting closer and closer...?

"I'll take your life—!!!"

Before Molde could figure out where the noise came from, a figure, barely visible, appeared in front of him amidst the intense flames of the explosion!

That was Belial, who, without anyone noticing, had quickly donned training armor. This allowed him to avoid massive bursts of damage while maintaining his charging speed without diminishing it!

As a transmigrator, Belial recognized Mold's identity long before landing and understood which force had invaded the Land of Light.

Therefore, even though he was blinded by anger, he wouldn't naively believe that a single beam of light could pose any real threat to Mold.

Instead, they used that violent Descium Ray as a feint to distract Mold!

Even before launching an attack, he deliberately shouted out the name of the move, making Mold mistakenly believe that it was the real killing move.

Then, the instant he rushed out of the blast radius, Belial put his training armor back into the four-dimensional storage device, raised the eight-part halo that had already taken shape and quietly transformed from its former milky white color into a scarlet one, and slashed straight down!

He gave Mold no time to adjust or react. The eight-point light wheel pressed down on the blade of the giant axe, unleashing terrifying power that suppressed Mold for a time! He could only watch helplessly as the high-speed spinning saw blade slowly approached his neck.

Finally, amidst a shower of sparks, the eight-pointed light wheel, which was meant for long-range throwing, was gripped in Belial's hand and pressed against Mold's neck!

Such terrifying and pure power suppression was something Mold had never encountered before, apart from his younger brother Juda and the red-eyed giant he had met years ago!

Even more deadly, in less than a second of contact, Mold could clearly feel that his proud armor had been forcibly cut open by this powerful eight-point light wheel!

The incessant, sharp cutting sounds gave Mold a long-lost sense of dread!

This made him dare not underestimate Belial in the slightest, and he hurriedly poured the dark energy within his body into the giant axe in his hand, thereby disrupting the energy balance of the Eight-Part Light Wheel and manually detonating it!

In an instant, the dazzling flames engulfed both Mold and Belial.

The resulting shockwave sent Mold staggering back several steps.

But before Mold could even breathe a sigh of relief and think he had escaped a disaster for the time being.

He was utterly astonished to find that a large hand, seemingly unafraid of the axe's sharpness, had suddenly appeared on his giant axe, gripping it tightly!

When you follow that hand and look up...

Belial, who was gripping the axe blade tightly to ensure that Mold never escaped his attack range, had already raised his other hand and precisely released a large amount of red lightning at the gap cut by the previous eight-part light wheel!

In an instant, the energy seeped into his body and rapidly spread to every part of Mold's body. The resulting excruciating pain caused Mold, who hadn't experienced the concept of "injury" in a long time, to let out cries of agony!

Of course, with such a close-range release, Belial himself would inevitably suffer some backlash from the attack.

Even so, Belial not only did not reduce the power output of his energy output, but instead desperately increased it!

He seemed completely indifferent to whether he lived or died...

But Mold, who bullied his precious daughter, must die—!!!

After a few exchanges, due to carelessness and underestimation of his opponent, Belial firmly grasped the initiative in the attack. Mold, who had no chance to fully utilize his strength, was about to be killed by this unreasonable and desperate fighting style!

But right at this critical moment, Belial heard a familiar voice from behind him.

The sound of high-speed cutting, belonging to the eight-point light wheel.

When Belial turned around at the sound, he discovered that Rem, who had been "forgotten" in the original spot due to the change in the two's fighting positions, had somehow condensed an eight-part light wheel...

But her target was neither Mold nor Beria...

Instead, with a blank look in his eyes, he raised his hand and chopped down at his own head!

"Stop! Lem! Don't do anything stupid—!!!"

This caused Belial's heart to stop for a moment. Even though he knew that if he just put in a little more effort, he could kill the bastard in front of him, he still stopped the output of energy without hesitation.

Then, he kicked Mold in the chest, sending him tumbling to the ground, and used the momentum to leap up, rushing towards Lyme with all his might!

Unexpectedly, just as Belial was advancing at full speed and was in mid-air...

Lyme, who initially seemed unwilling to be controlled by Mold and chose to end his own life, suddenly had a dangerous hostility flash in his eyes.

He quickly flipped his wrist and threw the eight-point light wheel in his hand at Belial, who was looking anxious and had no defenses against Lem!

Chapter 31 Belial: A Backup Hidden Energy Source!

In that instant, Beria felt an even greater heartache.

But it wasn't because his daughter had turned on him with a knife...

Instead, he couldn't see even the slightest hesitation in Lyme's empty eyes.

Hesitation is a part of being alive.

At this moment, she is just like those monsters that the king transformed back then, merely a humanoid weapon that obeys commands.

It was this momentary lapse in concentration that caused Belial to miss his last chance to dodge.

Or perhaps Belial, as a father figure, only wanted to awaken Rem's consciousness as quickly as possible and didn't care whether he would get hurt.

He simply met Lyme's attack head-on without dodging or avoiding it!

"Dad! No! Get away!"

Meanwhile, because of Mold's perverse sense of humor, Lyme, who had been deliberately kept conscious but had completely lost control of his body, looked at his old father who was still opening his arms to him as always, and was so anxious that he was about to cry.

Amidst her heart-wrenching cries, she exerted all her strength to try and regain control of her body once again.

Finally, just as the eight-part light wheel was about to slip from his grasp, whether it was Rem's efforts that made a difference, or whether it was the primal instinct of Rem's body after ten thousand years of living together that prevented him from harming his elderly father...

At the last moment, the hand that was gathering the light wheel suddenly turned at an angle.

This caused the eight-eighths beam of light, which should have struck Belial's face directly, to graz his right shoulder instead. As the light blade sliced ​​through his silver-red skin, scattering golden sparks, Rem's entire arm trembled violently.

This means that a silent war is taking place inside her body.