Watching Suah get sent off as a surrogate, the Rose School's Shaman King was utterly dumbfounded. As a mere Sequence IV, what right did he have to face the siege of five Angels?
Was it still too late to surrender?
That was what he had wanted to ask, but clearly, he no longer had the chance.
Klein used a Historical Projection to put away the spoils, intending to sacrifice them to Origin Castle first and distribute them once everyone's true bodies had arrived. Meanwhile, Miss Coconut Egg Tree's Historical Projection stared intently at the cross in Sno's hand—
Or rather, at the little mummy wrapped in pale yellow bandages upon the cross.
"The Chained God..." It sounded like a murmur, yet also like a call upon a God's honorific name. Miss Coconut Egg Tree's voice carried confusion beneath its respect, but the little mummy wrapped in pale yellow bandages gave no answer. He merely let out silent cries of pain.
Miss Coconut Egg Tree, who resembled a cloth doll, raised her head and looked at Sno with her glassy eyes. Faced with that somewhat creepy gaze, Sno neither nodded nor shook his head. He simply raised a hand and made a shooting gesture at the little mummy on the cross—
Ship of Theseus.
An indescribable power spread across the tiny mummy's body. A moment later, a slightly weak voice emerged from his mouth—
"Thank you for your rescue... Uh, 'Ancient Chaos'? Hmm, perhaps not?"
After muttering to himself for a while, the bandaged little figure finally gained a rough understanding of the current situation. He looked at Sno's right arm, which was covered in rust, and a faint crimson light shone from his eyes. The rust immediately receded, while a small section of the pale yellow bandages on his