"You want us to invade Origin Star... Impossible. I have no desire to taste Mother of Light's holy sword again, nor do I want to be ambushed by the gods' lackeys. Unless the Chaos Faction acts as one, this lord will never invade that damned planet again—the planet that looks sweet but is dangerous beneath the surface."
As the Blood Plague Lord spoke, its enormous body changed. Its fleshy tentacles curled up and caramelized, its evil features fractured, and countless wounds manifested. It swiftly became a shriveled, rotting blood-ball monster on the verge of collapse.
It was displaying a scene from long Years ago. Clearly, it had participated in the "Light Blood Road War," once serving as one of the dark monsters that besieged Mother of Light. Perhaps it had even been struck down by Mother of Light's holy sword and survived by sheer luck.
The dark monsters gathered here showed similar reactions.
This matched the Myth and Epic celebrated by the Church of Light. The war that occurred when Lord of Light was born had indeed inflicted tremendous trauma upon the Dark Dimension. These malformed, terrifying monsters had all been psychologically scarred, which barely matched Lord of Light's claim that they would repent for ten epochs.
After all, after ten epochs, even Divine Beings would most likely have died out.
The Blood Plague Lord and the other monsters had thought that after they rejected the "Black Mud Androgynous Being," this mysterious, terrifyingly powerful thing would fly into a rage and berate them.
Yet they did not hear the furious words they had expected. Instead, a sympathetic voice filled with such overwhelming rage that they could barely suppress their own anger echoed within their souls.
"Pitiful freaks, did Mother of Light's sword frighten you out of your wits? So you