That's Right, This Is My Escape Route, Kiya

Golden Giant clad in armor hovered in mid-air, holding the Emperor's Sword, which burned with destructive flames. His head was slightly lowered, hidden in the light and shadow, revealing only a pair of emotionless, pitch-black pupils that were locked onto the Lord of Change Carlos, who was lying on the ground and retreating repeatedly.

To be called the Cursed by all Daemon gives you an idea of what kind of image the Emperor has in Daemon eyes—they dare not even mention his name, and can only cower behind his back.

With just a glance from the Master of Mankind, all the Daemon were so frightened that they dared not cross the line.

"Hahaha! Carlos, you didn't expect this, did you? My dear father has come to save me. Weren't you so arrogant? Father, it was him, it was him who spoke ill of you. You're all finished. The Emperor will crush you all."

The Daemon, who had been bitten back, were shocked. They had never seen such a shameless person. It was clearly you, you bastard, who said it.

Only the Golden Giant remained silent, continuing to create a terrifying and oppressive atmosphere as Mordred went on a rampage of false accusations.

Have you said enough?

"Ha!"

For some reason, Mordred suddenly felt a sense of unease. Looking down, she met the expressionless, deathly gaze of the Golden Giant.

His whole body instantly hunched over, and his tail drooped down, tucked between his legs.

Even the shattered dimensions above the sky suddenly paused, shaken by the aura of this Golden Giant. All the Lord of Change who had charged onto the battlefield took a step back.

"Kill"

"What?"

"Son,"

"No, Old Man Huang, you need to understand the situation. We're on the same side."

No regrets!

As soon as he finished speaking, an unparalleled surge of golden Psychic Power erupted, instantly enveloping the entire world. Countless low-level Daemon were reduced to ashes under the golden light.

The stronger Daemon fared even worse, neither dying cleanly nor able to avoid being burned alive. Thick smoke billowed from their eyes, and all that could be heard were their shrill screams amidst the light.

If they are so ruthless towards their own offspring, wouldn't they torture these Daemons to death?

Although it is said that Daemon are not afraid of death, that's because they don't die in the Realspace. After being killed, they can be resurrected in the Warp, at most taking a little longer to recover their power.

But if they were killed by the Emperor, that would be a completely different story; their accounts would be wiped out. An indescribable fear spread through their souls, accompanied by shrill screams, and all the Daemon began to turn and flee.

However, what no one in the Demon City knew was that in the core area, which was filled with golden Psychic Power and was impossible to look at directly, Mordred was not being tortured at all. He was just grinning wildly and shouting, and occasionally rolling on the ground.

The Golden Giant they were terrified of carried Atlas into the portal, one in each hand.

[You bastard, you cheated me!]

[Nonsense! You want me to fight Chaos God? Seriously? There are 99 Greater Daemon heads out there, you want me to go and fight them with my head?]

[So you tricked me into coming here to take the blame for you? Didn't you even consider that I might not be able to beat that Tzeentch?]

[Shut up! If you don't run now, it'll be too late.]

With the last Atlas thrown into the portal, Mordred, now free from worries, finally felt at ease. But just as the Emperor was about to run away with his Rebellious son, he suddenly saw Carlos crawling on the ground with his buttocks facing out.

Without any hesitation, Mordred ripped off her long tail and hurled it, embedding it into the fleeing Carlos. The powerful Fel Energy within paralyzed the half-dead Carlos, dragging him towards Mordred's mouth.

Taking advantage of the moment, the Emperor unleashed all his Psychic Power, shattering the surrounding Daemon and disappearing from this shattered world on the verge of destruction by Mordred's neck.

"Call"

Seeing the familiar cabins of the Abomination again, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. If they had been a few seconds later, they might never have made it back.

Seeing Atlas scatter and leave, Mordred also shrank back, trying to slip away. However, because he had sealed Carlos, the Lord of Change, with his own body, he was unable to transform back into human form and was pulled back by the Emperor's tail.

"You bastard, I've only been gone for half a day and you've already given me this huge mess, and you still want to run away? I think you've got a death wish."

Seeing that he was about to get beaten up again, Mordred quickly shifted the blame. "Old Man Huang, let me explain. This time it's all Magnus's fault."

As he said this, Mogred shrank back, and to avoid being beaten up, his ferocious head even showed a fawning expression, rubbing his four claws up and down, with an indescribable fawning.

Even the Emperor, seeing this, felt too embarrassed to beat him up; instead, he sighed.

"Fine, since there's a reason for this, I'm not an unreasonable person. But remember this: if I hear any more rumors, you'd better pray I'm in a good mood that day."

What exactly happened? Tell me right now.

Mordred honestly recounted everything she had seen, shifting blame with complete ease, and even giving a detailed description of Magnus and Dorn's blatant display of their excrement.

The Emperor felt nauseous listening to this, and unleashed a Psychic Power strike on Mordred's head. However, Mordred, instead of feeling pain, let out a strange, pleasurable cry and spat out two bird feathers.

Ah~

It was at this moment that the Emperor realized the problem with his Rebellious son: the boy had overeaten again.

He had chosen the dog himself, so he had to keep it even if it hurt. The Golden Giant had no choice but to raise his fist and keep hitting Mordred, who was staring at him with pitiful puppy eyes.

A full hour passed, and Mordred was drenched in sweat after the Emperor Hammer was finally transformed back into her original form, except that her belly was swollen, like a pregnant woman in her tenth month, and she was carrying twins.

Perhaps because she's been eating too well lately, Mordred is too weak to handle the rich food, and she's gained weight, no longer looking as skinny as before.

That's why Carlos is like a brother to Mordred, acting as both teacher and tonic. After lying on the ground for a while to recover, Mordred felt his stomach bloating and suddenly vomited up two skull fragments.

Shaking off the slime, Master Mordred, who was eating and taking things, felt that this thing would be particularly easy to handle. But before he could hide this treasure, a pair of hands reached out from his shadow and grabbed Skull of Carlos first.

"Boss, can I have it? I feel like this would suit me perfectly."

The speaker was none other than Xier, the Daemon that Atlas had first discovered.

As the true first demon of the underworld, Mordred had always treated Xier like a pet, feeding her Daemon scraps whenever he felt like it, but he never noticed anything special about her, which made Master Mordred think he had raised a useless person.

The name Xier came from her strange giggling sound, and people got used to it after a while.

On one side was the valuable Skull of Carlos, and on the other was Daemon pet that only served tea and water, but seeing that incredibly longing look in its eyes...

Mordred couldn't help but recall the day he was found by Old Thomas. After much deliberation, he crushed his skull and stuffed it into Xier's body.

Then, this thing exploded!