Rimuru looked at the fuming Nine Tails and could not help but laugh. As he stroked her head to soothe her, he closed his eyes and expanded his senses across the entire area in an instant.
The black mist around him had begun to show its ferocity along with his advancement. Like the Unifier's void chains, terrifying tentacles passively emerged from it, phantasmal forms plunging into this world and madly absorbing information.
Gradually, his expression became strange.
At the distant border of the Dark World, the demigod who had once retreated without fighting Rimuru, greatly contributing to Rimuru's record, was urging the vice-captain beside him with a headache, muttering nonstop, "How much longer until Space Warp is ready...?"
"How did these guys get here so fast...?"
"They don't even care about Asgard..."
"I've already run to the edge of the Nine Realms. What more do you want from me...?"
"Gale, why is crossing a galactic barrier such a hassle for you? Can you even do this...?"
"...Shut up, stinking captain!" The tall woman operating the ship finally lost her patience and turned around, rolling her eyes. "If you hadn't chickened out first, would we have needed to leave the Nine Realms so quickly?!"
"What do you mean, chickened out..." The captain sighed helplessly. "We all came from the Unifier's circle. What's wrong with an elder giving a junior some room?"
The so-called Unifier's circle did not mean they all belonged to forces under the Unifier. It referred to those who had once received his favor and participated in missions led in the Unifier's style—like in A Certain Magical Index World, where the Unifier's involvement had formed a temporary alliance.
Although this was not simply the Unifier supporting weaker people, since he had acted for his own benefit as well, it