Three Hundred and Forty-Three. Hole Off

Tzeentch weakly resisted the god's grasp on his arm, and his strength was burned out in the first moment of the god's birth. In the sea of ​​chaos, there are his demons screaming.

"That's it..." He screamed happily. "What an interesting picture, a free soul willing to be a human slave..."

The ancient evil god laughed wildly, and in the last moments of his life, he was still rejoicing at what he saw

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