"unnecessary."

Vovados rejected the servant's suggestion and said.

"It doesn't make sense to participate. Everything went according to plan. The main goal this time is to prevent Lord Azakaron from returning to the multiverse. That group of evil gods... let them kill each other. Anyway, they are just incarnations."

Now that the enemy is fighting on its own, it doesn't bother to disturb this muddy water.

"Follow your orders."

The silent waiter takes the command, like a bubble-like phantom, hidden one by one in the subspace.

Afterwards, Vovados began to move, heading towards the direction of Beiluo Shimen, the kingdom of "Blaster" Ketugea.

In its heart, the key to unlocking "order power" is shining brightly.

Your Majesty Azakaron, please wander for a while. When I wake up, I will definitely apologize for this...

...

Flame, cold, chaos, death, storm, darkness--

Irrelevant elements and concepts conflict with each other, and the battle between several evil gods has entered a white-hot stage in the center of the battlefield.

"The Crab Lord" Basatan, as a secondary old ruler, had the weakest incarnation power, so he was first dragged into his body by Nyarlatotepu, decomposing and retreating.

But His Majesty Chaos was not comfortable either.

The power of "death" eroded some of the avatars. In addition, as the main target of fire, her ink-like amorphous body shrank a lot under the bombardment of Nyogda and Ketuguya, and the majesty brought by the divine power continued. The weakness is only one-half of the original.

Beside her, dressed in yellow clothes, behind the mask, the unknown high priest stood quietly.

Hasta skillfully waved his tentacles, and one after another evil magic arts that could make the world tremble were used from the tips of the tentacles, using exquisite magic to counteract and disintegrate the tide-like attacks of Mordiggian, the "Ghost of Chilling Bone God". .

The coldness of the fixed space continues to spread.

"Your Majesty Hasta, you have also begun to help the hypocritical Nyaratotip."

Mordiggian smiled sullenly, frost hung on his sharp teeth like dense bamboo shoots.

This old ruler, also known as "The King of Ghouls," hates all life, including his compatriots.

"Isn't the opera at Lake Harry satisfying you anymore?"

"...Shut up." The yellow-robed high priest said coldly: "Mordiggian, the savage ghoul, even your voice will defile my robe."

"Hey. You are the "Four Elements", high above. Of course I am lowly in your eyes..."

Mordiggian's scarlet pupils shone with cold light.

"But now that we all appear as avatars, your words don't apply..."

This is just a carnival banquet, like a dream of nothingness.

No one is more noble than anyone, only everyone fought heartily, and then the incarnation dissipated.

Hasta sighed silently.

"...It's not the first time, I still want to say, Nyarlatotepu, you have too many enemies for yourself."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, how I haven't found out before, you should care about me so much..."

The ink was pouring, expressing gratitude.

"I will never receive payment for sending letters to you in the future!"

If it were in human form, I am afraid that Nyarlatotepu had already shed two tears affectionately at this moment.

——Of course, this is also a performance.

Hasta saw through this and didn't eat Nyarlatotep's set at all.

"Don't get me wrong. I just hope that your actions can reduce the rule of the ancient gods, so that the sweet callers will be indulged in my arms forever. This group of brainless clutter, stupidity should also have a To the limit, he tried to block the way of the elect!"

"That means... not right!"

Nyarlatotep reacted, the ink body shrank into a ball, and his tone of voice suddenly changed sharply.

"Hasta, when is it your turn to decide where Little Rope is going?"

"……Oh?"

The king in yellow turned his head slightly, his gaze under the mask scanned his "ally."

"Um?"

Nyaratotip also unwilling to show weakness, opened his fangs.

In an instant, the friendly atmosphere between Hasta and Nyarlattotip no longer existed.

The two evil gods, who were still allies, only had a single word of disagreement, quite a bit of abandoning their alliance immediately, and starting a war with a happy posture.

"...Forget it, I'm not in the mood to argue with you about this."

Hasta gave up his hostility to Nyarlatotep and flew towards Mordiggian.

"Quick battle and quick decision. I have an ominous hunch that if you drag it on, your plan may be stranded."

"Tsk. I don't need you to say that I can feel it too... Vavados, that idiot dared to come to me alone..."

But it really can't be stalemate any longer.

Nyarlatotepu distorted the space and drifted away towards the culprit who hindered her action, the "Blaster" Ketugea.

The situation of the latter is not as good as imagined.

"The Dweller of Darkness" Nyogda. Although this deity and Nyarlatotepu do not agree with each other, it does not mean that she has a good relationship with Katugya.

Flame represents light and heat, these two are the things that Nyogda hates most.

There is no need to deliberately provoke, even if it is just a little divine power friction, it is easy to ignite the contradiction between the two evil gods.

-A veritable melee.

"Ketugya, pure waste fireball, you are really an eye-catcher..."

"Nyogda, wait a minute, I will burn you to dross in the most painful way..."

Dark silt covered the surface of the flame sphere like the sun, mimicking sharp "thorns", infiltrating towards the core of the Ketugya incarnation.