Although he did not know when he had been schemed against, it did not seem to be too much trouble for him.
"This avatar can no longer be used..."
He muttered to himself with some regret.
So he simply gave up on repairing it with divine power and let it run rampant.
Soon, after his body reached its limit, it finally turned into pieces of flesh with a loud explosion.
Upon hearing the explosion, Yehuhti opened a crack in the door, angrily wanting to question Nyarlathotep about what he had done.
But when she saw the flesh strewn across the ground, she could not get angry anymore and ran to his side in a panic, calling out sadly:
"What happened to you? Nyarlathotep, are you still alive?"
"Of course, I'm still alive."
A relaxed voice came from the half-mouth amidst the broken flesh: "Nothing can kill me."
Just as he said, he was not dead, but instead began to congeal a new avatar from the bloody remains.
The vitality of Nyarlathotep was simply terrifying!
