Not long after the Mind Flayer King made his entrance using another's body.
In some distant world.
"Dead...?"
At the instant Fredos died violently.
Orsaga immediately sensed it!
Yet as the other party's sole superior, his face remained remarkably calm, as though he had expected it all along.
After casually glancing in the direction of Fredos's world, he had no intention of meddling further.
He paid absolutely no heed to the believers being slaughtered...
Because, to someone as lawless as him, the casualties among believers were merely trivial matters...
As an existence that spanned time and space.
Within that boundless expanse of spacetime.
Countless subordinates under Orsaga's command entered permanent death at every moment.
Compared to that number, Fredos's few men were a joke, not even enough to count as a fraction...
Besides.
Years ago, Orsaga had already given Fredos an opportunity to kill his enemy in return!
Whether it was Blood Bath or Slaughter, as long as either was strengthened to a certain extent.
Then even without any extra time to grow, he might not have lacked the chance to kill the Mind Flayer King in return.
The simplest way to break the deadlock was for Fredos, after rallying some of his kin, to directly launch a targeted slaughter against those unwilling to submit...
And more than ten years.
Was more than enough for him to use the ability Slaughter to forcibly pile his inherent power up to Demigod Rank!
Then, all he had needed to do was activate his other ability—Blood Bath—while fighting the Mind Flayer Empire, temporarily stacking his strength atop its current foundation...
Then, amidst an army of ten thousand, killing the Mind Flayer King alone would have been no fantasy!
So, under such circumstances.
Fredos's death and defeat could only prove.
That he was not