At the summit of a frozen plain ravaged by a biting blizzard, the fox demon prince of the Ancestral Mound Fox Tribe strained to widen his narrow fox eyes, staring at everything before him in disbelief.
The Flesh Dragon Lair had vanished.
This Anomalous Location, which had existed since the Dark Age and possessed a history older than the Slavic States, had been lightly erased from the map just like that.
In its place stood an incomparably real castle.
Inside, a princess was fighting a Twisted Giant Dragon.
The giant dragon possessed countless heads, each bearing the same face. It belonged to the Slavic race and was handsome and charming, but densely packed together, the faces looked bizarre and horrifying.
The new god Abel had descended upon the dragon lair using the body of his follower, the demigod Vladimir, as a vessel. That body could contain part of His divinity and possessed combat power far beyond Demigod Level, but it naturally could not compare to a weak god in its Complete Form.
And there was a time limit.
If nothing unexpected had happened, none of this would have been a problem.
After tormenting Olga and Samien, Abel could have operated the Chair of Flesh and Blood and continued stealing the authority of the unlucky ancient god, Abodolas Ophelia.
Unfortunately, Tang Qi had appeared.
Olga, now a Dream Familiar, had received a divine blessing and temporarily gained just enough power to suppress Abel.
Rather than a battle, it was Olga carrying out a one-sided slaughter of Abel.
Like a Sacred Dragon Maiden, Her Royal Highness the Princess repeatedly carved away Abel's Faces with the Sword of Vengeance, stomping them until flesh and blood splattered everywhere. The sight was cruel, yet immensely satisfying.
Abel Nightroad quickly realized his predicament. As he shifted