The Evil Descends

"What... is he doing?"

The Sandworm King watched, murmuring in shock.

"No!!!"

The Rotting Priest let out a hysterical roar, crying in horror, "Impossible! He... he... he's actually going to descend here in his true form? Stop him, quickly!!!!"

As he spoke, he recklessly raised his green staff. His life force rapidly drained away, and in a short time he had burned himself into a several-meter-wide ball of lawfire. Without hesitation, he hurled himself toward the rift torn open by those bat wings.

"Rotting All Things!"

"Damn it."

Even the Evil Holy Grail Great Warlock King was vulnerable while opening a rift in space-time and had to maintain its stability. With little strength to fight back, taking a blow like that would surely hurt.

Boom!!!

A tremendous explosion rang out from the sky.

Then came the hysterically furious roar of the Evil Holy Grail Great Warlock King.

"Damn you! You lowly insect, I've memorized your scent. Once I descend, I'll personally drain every drop of blood from all your descendants who carry your scent!"

He screamed hysterically.

One of his wings was badly damaged, and rot was spreading across it. He poured a great deal of Divine Power into stopping it while struggling to keep the rift open.

Meanwhile,

the Rotting Priest returned to the others, panting heavily. He seemed to have aged decades in an instant, and was so weak that even flying was a struggle. Looking at the Sandworm King and the Sunbird, he said, "Sorry for the trouble, both of you. You must stop him before he fully descends!"

The Sandworm King hesitated no longer.

It opened its enormous maw, rows of sharp teeth bared, and spat out corrosive green venom with a splutter.

An ordinary person would melt instantly from even a single drop!

The Sunbird's