Self-discipline is king in horse riding and slashing

"Where is he? Where did he go?"

The prophet, who seemed to be sleeping but was actually "working", was panicked.

He knows the past and the future but not the present. He can only deduce the present based on what will happen in the future.

And in his deduction, nothing unexpected happened to his extraordinary clone until he suddenly woke up.

But the reality was that he could not sense any breath of this extraordinary clone, as if it had completely disappeared.

"Master Carlos, didn't you send him to Fengling Star?"

The female demon of the mortal god king level responded in a flat voice.

"what?"

The prophet, who knew the temperament of his clone well and thought that the other party had gone out for a stroll after completing the task, was confused again.

"...I need to get out of here."

The prophet Carlos, who had used all his abilities but was unable to sense his clone, looked at the demon maid who was still grooming his feathers in an almost pleading tone.

"No, you don't have the permission of the Lord of Change."

The demon maid of the Mortal God King level 1 and Carlos Weaver of the Extraordinary Demigod level 1 are not in the same league and there is no comparison at all.

However, this does not mean that, as a prophet, he can do whatever he wants.

"There's something wrong with the portal on Fengling Star!"

The tone of the Lord of Changes was filled with helplessness. Having stayed at home all year round, he was actually not much better than his clone whose life and death were uncertain.

Just as he can decide the life and death of his clones at will and erase their independent consciousness at will, he, who is essentially a fragment of Tzeentch, cannot escape such a fate.

"What you said is very likely, but you can't leave without permission!"

There is no bloody oppression, no being forced or surrendering, only a demon maid with an indifferent expression.

"...I understand, but you must record and prove this for me."

Faced with the maids who could kill in groups, the prophet Carlos chose to cooperate smoothly without much hesitation.

After a few seconds, the blue birdman lay down again and closed his eyes again.

It is obviously abnormal that a mortal god king suppressed a transcendental sub-god so much that he dared not make any unusual movements, or even speak loudly.

The reason for this is that Carlos Fateweaver, the great demon of Tzeentch, is originally a prisoner, a prisoner who is kept by Tzeentch and guarded forever.

The reason is nothing else but his ability to predict the future...

Of course, Tzeentch did this not because he was jealous, nor because he was crazy and had to destroy his own extraordinary lesser god, but because he wanted to know the future and he wanted the source of this ability.

However, the idea is good, but the reality is cruel...

He once threw dozens of Changing Demon Lords into the Well of Eternity like throwing chickens, in exchange for the "Prophet". No matter how many times the experiment was repeated, the result remained the same.

He wanted to continue, but the huge loss was hard for him to accept.

After all, whether he succeeds or not, he will have to pay the price of a little core fragment.

Carlos Fate Weaver, who was certain of death and sensed the disappearance of his soul fragments, but was still able to climb out of the bottom of the well with strength, was the only survivor among tens of millions of Demon Lords.

Since then, he has become Tzeentch's favorite wherever he goes, and a coward that even "mortals" dare not order around.

......

The fog of chaos, the realm of Tzeentch, and the new small dimension of illusion.

"Chen Sheng! What did you do?!"

The broken plane, where sound can be synchronized but time cannot, attracted a counterattack for the first time after the Chosen Ones of Holy Light launched an indiscriminate attack.

"How did you find my altar?!"

The idiot who was watching the joke of Apocalypse and his son and staring at the changes of Jin Shanshan was stunned for a moment, then pulled out the projection of Frostmourne and launched a charge.

Before coming to watch, he had just spent a lot of effort to send a pair of natural disaster rat-men godsons through the rift, but just now, they had lost all contact.

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

Arthas, who had previously relied on blood sensing, could not believe this fact.

This is because the last secret altar is not within the coverage of the otherworldly kingdom of God on land.

It was because he firmly believed that the Son of God sent by the couple together could not be discovered so easily.

"Altar? Do you want to frame good people for doing bad things?"

After receiving the news, Chen Sheng, who was ready to create an opportunity, rushed to Alsace without hesitation.

"Holy Light Charge!"

Although he appeared angry, he had already conveyed the order for a deep search to his wife, the World Tree Goddess "Nordrassil".

Boom! Boom! Boom! The collision between the Holy Sword and Frostmourne caused a huge shock wave and space vibration as expected.

"You've got the guts! I'll kill you!"

The seeds he had so painstakingly planted had failed before they bore fruit. Arthas could not accept this.

However, what was even more unacceptable to him was that he, who had upgraded the incarnation of his divine consciousness to Extraordinary Weak Level 10, 5 levels higher than his opponent, actually suffered a loss in the charge.

"I will take away your holy sword, holy covenant, guardian of truth, Titan armor, and your wife. I swear!"

The hatred of God King Menethil, who was defeated in public, reached its peak.

"Death Coil!"

Instinctively sensing that something was wrong, he used his signature skill and summoned a super long-distance portal.

And this almost exhausted all the divine power poured into the incarnation.

"Magic reflection!"

The skills of the Holy Wrath Warrior and the Guardian of Truth worked perfectly together. The Undead Knight, composed of countless twisted skulls, made a sharp turn and rushed towards Archaon who was not far away before he got close.

"Next time we meet, I will make sure you know how powerful Frostmourne is!"

Alsace, who was called "second idiot" by Chen Sheng, was not really stupid even though he failed many times.

When the demons were preparing to take advantage of the chaos to fish in troubled waters and eat up the hammer version of "Tang Monk", he had already "clear-headedly" chosen to retreat.

Buzz! He cast a vicious glance at God King Menethil, the Chosen One of the Light, and walked into the portal without hesitation.

Arthas has already lost too much and cannot afford to lose even a little bit of his divine power.

However, what the fool didn't expect was that the Chosen One of Holy Light, whom he thought would at least suffer a little and be humiliated, actually took advantage of his retreat and opened a portal as well.

That door, named "Supreme Heaven Portal", comes from the Extraordinary Weak Level 5 Order Artifact "Holy Light".

"Solkan, why don't you stop? He's already gone!"

Chen Sheng's little tricks could deceive most of the Chaos Demons, but they could not deceive the Four Chaos Gods and the Four Law Gods who were always paying attention to him.

"Stop? Are you just going to let go of the matter of alienating us siblings?"

The first time he observed the Lord of Vengeance chosen by the Holy Light up close, he felt a liking for him and at the same time, an emotion he had never experienced before.