After the round-headed and triangle-headed undead crumbled into pure white ash upon the ground, the tall man with horns on his forehead and sanpaku eyes fixed a piercing gaze on the blonde woman, whose expression had already warped into something far from human.
"Girimehkala, the Great One's precious person is safe, I assume?"
He questioned in a severe tone.
In an instant, the blonde woman transformed into a gigantic, long-nosed monster. Placing his hands on his hips, he let out a bellow that shook the very air.
"A foolish question! She is resting safely within my Territory!"
"Does the Great One know about this—no, I suppose I don't even need to ask."
The sanpaku-eyed fierce god shook his head.
"Of course! That Great One knows all!"
The long-nosed monster, Girimehkala, replied without a second thought. Burning within his three crimson eyes was nothing but pure, profound devotion to his absolute master—an untainted, unadulterated reverence and worship devoid of any falsehood.
"You guys really need to know when to quit. Keep overdoing it, and don't come crying to me when the Great One has to re-educate you down the line....Though I suppose even that would just be a reward to you lot. Honestly, you're completely out of control, and there's no curing your brand of madness."
The sanpaku-eyed fierce god shrugged and vanished mid-yawn.
In his absence, countless grotesque beings began materializing one after another around Girimehkala. A horde of fanatics belonging to the largest and strongest faction, every single one an evil god capable of matching a thousand warriors on their own within the Subjugation Compendium.
"Listen well, you lot! This marks the beginning of the Great One's war in this world! What ought we worthless maggots to do?!"
To Girimehkala's earth-shaking cry—
"No matter how frail and insignificant the foe, we shall serve as the Great One's limbs and utterly annihilate all who oppose him!"
A featureless, pitch-black figure bearing a crimson circular weapon on its back answered instantly.
"And what should become of the garbage undead who dared turn their hostility toward our glorious master?!"
"Nothing short of merciless slaughter!"
A monster in the form of a bare-chested youth with eight eyes roared.
"Then there is only one thing left for us worthless maggots to do! Kill! Destroy! Crush! Shatter! Exactly as our supreme master wills it!"
Bestial roars erupted in answer to Girimehkala's shout, and the largest and strongest faction—the Girimehkala Faction—began the absolute slaughter of the enemy.