Half an hour later, a miserable shriek rang out from the abyss of the black sea.
Dragged by countless chains, the twitching, convulsing Mountain of Withering finally crawled out of the ocean—or, more precisely... out of that endless gastric fluid.
All that remained was a rapidly rotting skeleton, its surviving flesh twitching and spasming.
Half an hour earlier, the instant the portal had opened, the vengeance-hungry Crowned Ones had roared and charged through. Only after more than half of their body had crawled through did they finally realize something was wrong.
They slammed on the brakes and tried to retreat.
Unfortunately, it was already too late.
Once the duck's neck had been fed into its mouth, how could it possibly let go again?
In less than half a minute, by the time the swarms pulled it out of the Beatific Land, it was already like this.
Hedi looked coldly at the dying Aberration and said nothing.
He merely waved his hand.
Soon, a great number of living creatures were dumped into the rapidly rising sea of gastric fluid beyond the portal.
The Ranch Owner was a generous and tolerant god. It did not hold the jesters' offense at the dinner table against them. To compensate that noble being for the missing dessert on its plate, they sent in another four Hell Swarms.
Fortunately, it was not a picky eater.
And their sole gain was the statue in Hedi's hand, covered in cracks and raising its middle finger at them.
It vividly conveyed mockery from afar to its attackers.
Crack!
With a sharp sound, Hedi crushed the statue.
The alchemist remained expressionless.
"He discovered us."
He turned back. "What comes next may not be easy."
"True enough, but we have more important matters to attend to. We cannot ignore the situation