Pierre had been feeling rather angry lately, the main cause being the annihilation of the scout team a few days ago by some unknown foe. It was supposed to be a joyful thing, heeding the call of the True God and coming here for the great re-conquest, but the downfall of that scout team made Pierre cautious—this was no longer the conquered world they knew, this was a new world waiting to be conquered and full of enemies.
Those foolish men, they did nothing but disgrace the Warband of Father’s Love. He wished he had been there himself, as then he might have been able to kill the perpetrator along with those imbeciles.
Such anger made him very uncomfortable. Walking through the ruins of the village, the few human beings that had been captured were already put through the Blessing Ceremony, with two dying on the spot and three others undergoing the trial of Father’s Love.
If they could see tomorrow’s sun, it would mean they had survived the trial.
This eased Pierre’s mood slightly, but without more blessings and redemption, without enough captured prisoners, he was sure his mood would only get worse.
"Set up the huge pot! We must offer this world to our benevolent father!" The immediate priority was to establish the huge pot to present the Father’s Love to this world.
He ordered his subordinates to speed up. He needed to fully transform the region before other warbands accelerated their entry into this world. Only then would Father cast all His gaze upon his champion.
"Quick! Speed up! Before dusk today, I must see the pot start to heat up!" As he uttered these words, Pierre felt the plagues within his body cheer in glee.
Yes, heat the pot, spread the plague! Father above! I will surely spread Your most benevolent love across this world!
This was the greatest re-conquest! From one world to another!
Malin jumped off the vehicle and pulled his hood over his anti-epidemic mask like the other members of his team. Night had already fallen, and even from a distance, one could hear commotion from the village. Earlier at dawn, Salis had scouted and reported that a troop had joined the village’s activity, and it was clear what they were up to in the center of the village—they were erecting a plague cauldron.
Not a bad idea, to inject vapor full of viruses into the air, a standard Chaos stunt. But weren’t they in a bit too much of a hurry, revealing the kinds of calamities they could cause to the world when the Chaos invasion had just begun?
Forget it, Malin knew he would never be able to understand the thoughts of Chaos—these beings’ imaginings were beyond the comprehension of mortals. It was best to kill them all.
Now, the enemy numbered around three hundred—more than before—but since nearly all of them were tending to the huge cauldron, even the patrol squads had gone to help, so Malin and his troop’s incursion went very smoothly. A few short bursts of fire took out the unlucky sentries. And by the time Malin led his troops from three directions to the outskirts of the plaza, no Chaos had noticed their uninvited guests.
They were in the process of heating the cauldron, and previous water fetching and wood chopping now had a purpose. A massive creature with tentacles for a left arm was about to throw a nest of Nagoth souls at its feet into the pot when Malin ordered his troops to open fire.
And he hit the creature, seemingly the leader, with a Supreme Flame Burst Spell.
The gigantic Fireball struck the target, and the creature was knocked down by flames and explosion. The Nagoth souls it was previously holding turned to ash within the flames, and the nearby Chaos infantry were blown to pieces, while those further away were knocked to the ground by the blast.
As for the cauldron, it was overturned, trapping many unfortunate souls from afar. The Arcane Flame that ignited it burned it red hot, and since Salis had confirmed earlier that there was water in the pot... well, the inhabitants of the pot must be in scalding agony now.
"How dare you interrupt my cere—" Before it could finish its sentence, Malin chopped its head with the Fio-Blood Roar combination. Fio yanked away the huge hand that attempted to grasp it, then, while strangling the creature’s barely existent neck, Fio autonomously began chopping off the head.
Thus, the champion left this world full of regret and unwillingness, without even completing his sentence.
Malin’s team had grown accustomed to the bewildering antics performed by Sir Malin’s World Tree Saplings, and they even gave a favorable nod to this automatic beheading machine’s action.
After bringing down all the foes still able to run, Malin had his team execute the fallen with shots and used Spiritual Energy to flip and prop up the cauldron, drawing stream water into it using Spiritual Energy as a conduit, and sanctified the whole cauldron with the Blessing Spell. Perhaps understanding Malin’s intent, Nameless helped with the refinement, and finally, Malin threw all the bodies into the number two cauldron of Holy Water.
Plagues? Necrosis? They were all exposed in the boiling Holy Water, which directly burned away these tainted shells, purifying them completely without leaving any non-recoverable trash at the bottom of the pot.
In the end, Malin threw the massive creature into the cauldron, and the Holy Water immediately ignited the avatar of filth. The sacred steam that rose transformed the ruins anew, and Malin could even feel the impurities clinging to his clothes being purified.