Ron spoke as an aura infused with the powers of multiple authorities pressed down upon Grandfather Nurgle.
In an instant, the space within the Pleasure Bedchamber became incomparably heavy.
He was like the ruler of the Warp, interrogating a supreme Dark God and ready to unleash his thunderous wrath at any moment.
Ron, the Savior, now possessed the ability to pressure any supreme Dark God.
Grandfather Nurgle himself felt the crushing pressure of endless power. Even though the other party had not attacked, the plagues and pathogens were still affected.
Even His bloated, decaying body had stiffened somewhat.
At this moment, He experienced the Savior's strength and faced an indescribable threat.
Perhaps this was why the Lord of Pleasure had been forced to submit and humbly accept the Savior?
"Lord of Pleasure—"
Grandfather Nurgle could not answer the Savior's question. He was unwilling to surrender just like that, so He turned His gaze toward the Lord of Pleasure serving the Savior.
If that being was willing to rise up and resist, perhaps they still had a sliver of a chance to break free from all this.
Yet He shut up before finishing, because the Lord of Pleasure obediently collapsed into the Savior's arms, demonstrating his stance through his actions.
He had utterly submitted to the Savior, unwilling to offer even the slightest resistance. He would even join the attack on the Rotting Manor.
Facing the Savior upon the Royal Couch, Grandfather Nurgle felt deeply suffocated. The plagues and pathogens on His body seemed to have had their throats gripped.
The Rot Flies circling around Him and the maggots on the ground all screamed silently beneath the Savior's might.
That Savior was so powerful—terrifying beyond belief!
*Even if the Blood God at his peak stood before me, he would struggle to