Sacrifice

In the golden rice fields.

A bright white blade suddenly flashed across the surface.

The Gambler's Roulette spins in mid-air.

It separated the straw stalks at an extremely fast speed.

They also easily and decisively killed the crow that exuded evil energy.

Plop! A crisp sound.

Roger retrieved the spinning Gambler's Roulette.

Looking at the crow that had been cut in two.

He didn't linger there for long.

Instead, they chose to leave.

Although there are no further clear clues.

But he was still certain that the crow was Olmerdo's informant! "That look in its eyes..."

"It can't be wrong!"

Roger didn't know what Olmerdo would do after discovering his whereabouts.

But he knew very well.

All I have left is time to develop.

I'm afraid there aren't many left.

therefore.

He quickened his pace to get back to the Fire Seed Factory.

at the same time.

The Dome of Myriad Towers.

On the magnificent and majestic throne.

A rare look of confusion appeared in Olmerdo's eyes.

originally.

Today's routine patrol unexpectedly uncovered traces of a veteran.

This is a tremendously good thing.

However, the other party's location, state, and behavior deeply puzzled this chief god of the Starry Sky God Race.

"What is this veteran doing?"

"He's still lingering in the underworld!"

"It seems he's still collecting item entries? Is he not satisfied with the current items?"

"But that doesn't make sense..."

Olmerdo's thinking went into a brief stagnation.

Roger's performance made him doubt his own judgment at one point.

"Could it be that my guess was wrong?"

"Judging from his leisurely attitude, he doesn't seem to be in a hurry to rescue the Celestial Gods Race Hunter at all..."

"Could it be that they have no connection whatsoever? What about the weapons?"

"It can't be a coincidence, can it?"

Olmerdo he thought about it.

Especially in the past week.

He focused most of his energy on searching for traces of the seniors in the Middle Layer and uppermost areas.

They completely overlooked the search of the lowest level! Yet, he happened to appear in that very nook and cranny!

What does this mean? "A deliberate attempt to create a false impression?"

"A feint?"

"Or have I really made a misjudgment?"

Olmerdo thought about it a lot.

But at this point...

The calculations are no longer sufficient to form a basis for formulating subsequent plans.

He couldn't allow anything to go wrong.

so.

He ordered his daughter, who was on the Middle Layer, to rush to the lowest level, the Fire Seed Factory! They had to take down that veteran before he caused any trouble! After all...

The real final battle is not far off.

The thought of the "final battle" comes to mind.

Olmerdo's gaze became even more profound.

In that instant.

An endless scroll painting appeared out of thin air in front of him.

Within the painting.

We passed over a towering snow-capped peak from a bird's-eye view.

Immediately afterwards.

The field of view drops sharply.

What comes into view is a pine forest covered with needles.

This is a vast plain.

Majestic, silent giant pine trees occupy 90% of the plain.

This place thus appears tranquil and solemn.

But it was in the shadow of those giant pine trees.

A group of hunters with grim faces were waiting patiently.

They were not waiting for the arrival of one person.

It's a return of a species!

Suddenly.

The perspective, which was almost touching the ground, dropped again.

We passed through thick layers of conifers and loose soil.

The magnificent landscape beneath the plains was then laid bare before Olmerdo's eyes! It was a series of incredibly complex Underground City!

All the Underground City here follow the guidance of the starlight.

It is built according to some peculiar pattern.

The core area of Underground City is inscribed with mysterious runes inherited from the eve of the Rift of the Heavens War.

The Underground City complex and the rune array were all safe and sound.

The flames in Olmerdo's eyes burned even more intensely.

"Returning is fighting."

"The fight is for the sake of returning..."

"The Celestial God Soldier? Ha!"

"The Fallen Pine Plains will become your burial ground!"

The next moment.

His figure suddenly vanished from the throne.

Under the support of authority.

Olmerdo's Holy Spirit successfully left the Black Crystal World.

But we see that He uses the Totem Realm as a springboard.

In the blink of an eye.

They arrived at the vast plain depicted in the painting! Olmerdo made no attempt to conceal his presence.

Therefore.

His arrival drew countless hostile gazes from the giant pine forest.

Feeling those long-lost yet familiar gazes.

Olmerdo unmoved.

Because all of this was part of his plan.

Although the Celestial Gods Race' plot in Ice Dragon Canyon came to nothing.

But their determination to prevent the Starry Sky God Race from returning will not change.

therefore.

A fierce and earth-shattering battle is about to unfold on this plain.

Bloodshed is an inevitable outcome.

There is only one remaining question.

who.

Which one will stand until the very end? Olmerdo confidently surveyed the Celestial Gods Race Hunter Concealment in the shadow of the giant pine.

Among them are many outstanding individuals.

But His gaze suddenly fell on a woman of exceptional beauty!

The woman glanced at him.

He turned and disappeared into the shadows.

In Olmerdo's eyes.

The first ripples appeared.

"Olmerdo here."

Beneath the giant pine tree.

The woman with delicate features said softly:

"I can feel the power of another being gathering as well."

"Time is running out."

In front of her.

He was a very old man.

The old man was blind in one eye.

However, his remaining right eye appeared exceptionally deep and bright.

"Where is that companion you mentioned?"

The old man asked in a low voice.

The woman shook her head:

"He probably won't come."

"I think I have to face this battle alone..."

The old man remained silent.

After a while.

He then solemnly said, "If what you said is true."

"Then the Celestial Gods Race is willing to go through fire and water for you..."

"But what if there's even the slightest bit of falsehood in it?"

"We will never let you go."

"All in all."

"Ms. Beya ..."

May you defeat that foul-smelling snake...

Beya nodded slightly.

It was dusk.

The sunlight gradually weakened.

Not long after.

Thousands of stars fell from the Above the Sky.

A low rumble came from beneath the earth.

A strong wind suddenly rose from the ground.

The pine trees rustled.

Everyone could hear a creaking sound.

They all looked up at the deep starry sky.

This moment.

They all know.

The last gate from the depths of the starry sky.

It's open!...

Outside the Fire Seed Factory.

Roger suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Despite being in a state of isolation from the world.

But Roger's sudden surge of Perception Authority made him realize that something big was happening!

"Was it the Battle of Fallen Pine Plains?"

Roger frowned.

I know that my guess is most likely correct.

But he doesn't have any good solutions right now.

After the changes in Ice Dragon Canyon.

It was inevitable that I would be unable to fulfill my promise to Beya.

Roger wasn't too worried about Beya herself.

After all, she must have known about the arrival of the Black Crystal World.

Therefore, it is normal for you not to arrive on time.

With Beya's wisdom.

She must have made multiple preparations.

It can at least handle the decisive battle on the Fallen Pine Plains.

He was just a little disappointed that he couldn't take advantage of the chaos in this great battle.

after all.

The lives of the Starry Sky God Race are still somewhat appealing!

"Thinking too much is useless."

"We still need to break through from here first..."

Roger sighed softly.

Then I suppressed my thoughts.

They returned to the core area of Fire Seed Factory.

He took a walk around the factory.

They exchanged some of the supplies looted from the bandits for Labor Coupon.

This is a considerable windfall.

That's enough for Roger to live comfortably in the Black Crystal World for two months.

However, he did not return to the factory to purchase supplies.

In fact.

He valued the intelligence gathered here even more.

From being chased by the Half-Dragon Man to easily sweeping through the bandit's den.

Roger himself didn't improve much.

It mainly relied on Quentin's intelligence.

therefore.

Before heading to prison.

Roger wanted to get even more benefits from Quentin.

We can also try to find out some information about the Celestial Palace.

Inside the Flame Jungle Tavern.

Quentin's image remains as striking as ever.

Roger sat down next to him with a big smile.

Then, he enthusiastically ordered two glasses of fine wine.

Before Roger could speak...

Quentin then raised his glass with goodwill. "Smooth sailing?"

"Congratulations!"

Roger thanked him repeatedly.

Quentin waved his hand:

"It's just a transaction, there's nothing to thank me for."

"If you can put aside past grievances, we can have even more room for cooperation."

The moment they heard about cooperation...

Roger's eyes lit up.

He asked tentatively, "You know a lot about this world?"

Quentin responded with a smile:

"Knowledge of the Celestial God Game is a fundamental skill for members of the Celestial Palace."

"This is nothing to brag about."

"But I know some secrets that others cannot access."

"If it can be based on mutual benefit..."

"Then I would be happy to cooperate with you."

That's too blunt.

The implication that they were waiting for a better price couldn't be more obvious in their words.

Roger decided to get straight to the point. "How much do you know about Black Crystal Prison?"

Quentin did not respond directly:

Who are you going to deal with?

Roger pondered for a moment and said, "Warden Rogge."

Quentin said with a smile, "He's a formidable character."

Roger smiled and said, "You can name your price."

Quentin looked thoughtful:

"I have neither money nor equipment."

"Theoretically, I can give you information about Rogge, but you can't give me the information I want..."

"How about we try a different way of cooperating?"

Roger said calmly:

Tell me about it.

"I will help you kill Rogge."

Quentin said in a low voice:

"But before that, you have to help me kill another ruthless character."

Roger's eyes darted around. "From the Half-Dragon Lair?"

Quentin smiled.

There was no further beating around the bush:

"Ancient Steel Dragon".

"That's a real big guy!"

"He has the metal parts I need, and he also randomly drops a lot of item-related items."

"If you can help me take him down, I won't take any of the item modifiers, and I'll even help you take down Rogge!"

"This deal isn't exactly fair, but it's at least mutually beneficial. What do you think?"

Roger thought for a while.

Ultimately, they chose to collaborate with Quentin.

While thinking.

He found himself having absolutely no reason to refuse Quentin! Given the guy's potential to conquer the Two-Dimensional World.

If he could help.

Breaking through the Black Crystal Prison would definitely be twice as effective.

As for the Ancient Steel Dragon that needs to be hunted down as an additional task.

This also aligns with Roger's interests.

The only thing that puzzled Roger was—

Why did Quentin hunt down the Ancient Steel Dragon? Was it really for some kind of metal part from Kushala Daora's body? If that's true...

Those metal parts would then attract Roger's serious attention.

After all, he knew Quentin's background and identity very well.

He abandoned everything in the celestial palace to come here.

There must be some ulterior motive.

And what he's after.

This is likely inextricably linked to the recent battle against the Ancient Steel Dragon!...

Roger was still thinking.

Quentin, however, was already beaming and began making plans:

"I've prepared everything I need to defeat the Steel Dragon!"

"You've come at just the right time."

"Your daytime attack on ' High Mountain Camp ' will inevitably divert most of the guarding forces at the Half-Dragon Lair."

"If you ask me, tonight is the best time to make a move!"

tonight?

Roger was taken aback by this sudden suggestion.

In his view.

Quentin's suggestion was somewhat reckless.

Even if he had made thorough preparations.

Shouldn't we at least proceed step by step? Besides...

The nights in the Black Crystal World are quite different!

The power of the Silent Field constantly influences all living beings in this world.

Roger had tested it before.

If they fight at night.

His fighting ability is less than half as strong! The most outrageous thing is...

He hadn't even seen the basic information about the Ancient Steel Dragon yet! So he voiced his doubts.

But Quentin appeared overly excited:

"Silent Field is not a problem."

"My Blazing Sun Badge can resist the loss of heat!"

"I'll give you the information on the Ancient Steel Dragon in a bit."

"Actually, aside from the Kushala Daora itself, we won't face too many battles, because I know a shortcut that leads directly to the Ancient Steel Dragon's habitat..."

"There's no time to lose!"

"Let's go now!"

That's all.

He actually started pulling Kiting at Roger.

Roger panicked.

They immediately put up a fierce resistance.

He then realized his lapse in composure. "I'm sorry..."

"I've been waiting for this opportunity for almost a month."

"There aren't any veterans like you and me near the Fire Seed Factory..."

"So..."

In response to Quentin's apology.

Roger grumbled a few words on the surface.

But I felt more at ease.

If he initially suspected that Quentin's plan contained a trap...

Quentin's subsequent performance essentially dispelled Roger's doubts.

"That kind of excitement is something that cannot be acted out."

"At least it can't hide from my senses."

That's what he was thinking.

He then quickly read through the Steel Dragon information that Quentin had sent him.

Not long after.

Roger decisively said, "Let's go!"

"Go up Steel Dragon Mountain!"

Quentin, standing next to him, flashed a bright and genuine smile.

Like an innocent child.

On the data panel.

"Hint: You have read 'Information on the Ancient Steel Dragon '"

"... The list of items dropped by the Steel Dragon is as follows—"

...- Steel Dragon Mountain (20%)

...-Dragon Clan (20%)

...- Underground City (20%)

... Outliers (15%)

... - Celestial Realm (10%)

...-Vampire (5%)

...-Other (10%)

Please!

"Let's have more 'celestial realms'!"

With that thought in mind.

Roger and Quentin went back to his room to retrieve the prepared props and supplies.

He then left the Fire Seed Factory overnight.

Go straight to Steel Dragon Mountain!

Along the way.

Quentin went on and on and on.

His excited tone truly expressed his feelings at that moment.

Among them, it was the one he mentioned most often.

It's a plan on how to kill the Steel Dragon.

Roger listened attentively.

Quentin's plan was actually quite simple.

After we go up the mountain in a while...

He would open a secret passage to lead Roger into the Underground City.

Under the influence of the Dragon Transformation Potion.

The nearby Half-Dragon Man patrolmen would not be aware of their infiltration.

However, due to the fall of the Lofty Mountain Barracks.

Quentin was almost 90% confident he could lead Roger to the deepest part of the Half-Dragon Lair without engaging in battle.

Dark Ruins.

There.

It was the dwelling place of the Ancient Steel Dragon.

Steel Dragon is extremely violent and misanthropic.

Although all the creatures on Steel Dragon Mountain are his descendants.

But his hatred for Half-Dragon Man was no less than his loathing for other life forms.

They were only ordered to guard this place because of their blood ties.

therefore.

Deep within the ruins.

They rarely encounter groups of Half-Dragon Man.

This created the perfect conditions for their campaign.

However, looking at the targets of the attack themselves...

The Ancient Steel Dragon, which once possessed immortal power, is not currently at its full peak condition.

He had suffered a very serious trauma.

Afterwards, the steel dragon's body completely collapsed.

Only an enormous head remained.

And a vast ocean of piled-up metal debris.

The will of the Steel Dragon resides within a special spark.

By manipulating the power of fire.

He continuously transformed his body, which was undergoing advancement—

That head with an extremely high degree of metallicity.

Nobody knows what Steel Dragon actually turned his head into.

This is also the only suspense in this campaign.

According to Quentin...

Steel Dragon is not difficult to deal with.

As long as you can withstand the dragon's might, withstand the mechanical storm, and kill the mechanical minions he summons, you'll be fine.

The difficulty in defeating it lies in the steel dragon's resilience! Quentin told Roger.

It is extremely difficult to kill the Ancient Steel Dragon in one fell swoop.

They need to take down the steel dragon's head and the special spark at the same time.

If either side fails.

The will of the steel dragon will then attach itself to the other side and be reborn.

It might even become more powerful!...

"I can't do two things at once, which is why I need an assistant."

Quentin sincerely said, "The trick is to do it at the same time. You and I need to agree on a signal—like '3, 2, 1'?"

"As long as we can do it all at the same time, that's fine."

Roger nodded.

He spoke very little along the way.

On one hand, I was listening to Quentin's thoughts.

On the one hand, it is about examining whether there are any shortcomings in oneself.

The latter is especially important.

Especially after he went up Steel Dragon Mountain.

He always felt that things might not be as simple as Quentin said.

It can be traced back to its origin.

He also failed to notice anything wrong with Quentin.

"Could it be Olmerdo?"

Roger secretly speculated.

He was distracted.

Quentin naturally noticed it.

This kid really doesn't Roger like an outsider.

He immediately lunged at Roger, clearly annoyed. "Are you even listening to me?"

Roger remained silent.

Quentin was greatly dissatisfied:

"Even if you are an exorcist, you probably can't cooperate with me if you're so indecisive, right?"

"Or perhaps..."

"You don't trust me at all?"

Roger laughed it off.

They tried to get away with it.

But Quentin persisted:

"Don't be so stingy, I only used you once!"

"And it was out of necessity!"

"Actually, you don't need to be so wary. There aren't many people in this world who can harm you..."

Roger glanced at him. "That's true."

"But that shouldn't include you."

Quentin's eyes widened in anger.

Roger found it amusing.

But she still subtly changed the subject:

"Since you know so much about the Black Crystal World, you must also have some knowledge of the Starry Sky God Race, right?"

What do you think of these returning deities?

"What about the Celestial Gods Race?"

Roger was trying to extract some useful information from Quentin's views on the Celestial Gods Race and the Starry Sky God Race.

Quentin's reaction was not too far from Roger's expectations.

He shrugged and said, "The Celestial Gods Race and the Starry Sky God Race?"

"A bunch of guys who are about to go crazy and a bunch of guys who are already crazy."

"To be honest, there isn't much difference between them."

Roger shook his head and said, "I've dealt with the Celestial Gods Race."

"She doesn't look crazy at all."

Quentin chuckled and said, "That's why I say he's almost going crazy."

"The time hasn't come yet."

He seemed unwilling to discuss this further.

But Roger keenly sensed that important information was at stake.

So he continued to guide the discussion:

"But they seem to want to save the world."

Upon hearing this...

Quentin's smile vanished completely.

He walked along.

He looked at Roger indifferently and said, "Save the world?"

"So, have these people who are trying to save the world ever considered whether the world wants them to be saved?"

Roger was taken aback by what he heard.

Quentin said dismissively, "For example, the Aberrant Matter that terrifies the Nine Great Planets, including the gods."

"Everyone wants to save the Nine Great Planets from the invasion of the Aberrant Matter, but have you ever considered the possibility that the Aberrant Matter is summoned by the will of the Nine Great Planets themselves?"

"Perhaps the Nine Great Planets, beyond the Aberrant Matter, are like a virile, powerful man and a woman with insatiable thirst..."

"Then aren't your actions ruining the good plans of the Nine Great Planets?"

"Certainly."

"This is just a rather exaggerated metaphor."

He chuckled dryly a few times.

She's not saying anything again.

Roger remained silent for a moment.

Suddenly asked:

"Is this your reason for abandoning the Asgard Project?"

Quentin shook his head:

"That's irrelevant."

"I left Asgard simply because I was fed up with the rigidity and ignorance of those idiots."

"Of course, abandoning the containment program was also partly due to the desire to retaliate against those idiots."

Speaking of which...

He gave Roger a slightly strange look. "Logically, you should be thanking me for not carrying out the plan."

"You know the details of the plan, don't you—to contain the present world as history, and then begin a new round of 'the present world'..."

"This is the worst news for you powerful beings of this world!"

Roger quickly asked:

What will happen after the present world is contained and becomes history?

Quentin replied without hesitation:

"Gradually becoming nothingness."

History of the Present World is, in a sense, nothingness.

The Historical World lacks fundamental support.

It will gradually move towards the end of its dryness.

In fact.

Many Historical World have not yet reached their dryness.

It will destroy itself.

The reason is that the new 'present world' has taken over the path forward...

The intricacies involved are quite complex.

I can't explain it clearly in a short time.

All you need to know is someone as strong as yourself.

Once the world you belong to becomes nothingness.

Your power limit will also be locked.

unless.

You can become a god before that!

Roger felt a chill run down his spine.

He secretly memorized this valuable knowledge.

Although he still has no way of verifying its authenticity.

But it's never wrong to write everything down.

So, what happened next?

Roger chatted with Quentin about history and contemporary issues in a casual manner.

Quentin's initial answer was fairly straightforward.

Roger gained a lot of obscure knowledge.

Later, perhaps he discovered Roger's deliberate intention.

The guy started stammering.

Even if you answer.

It was also vague and ambiguous.

Roger didn't press the matter.

Anyway, there's still time.

He refused to believe he couldn't extract more useful knowledge from Quentin!

One hour later.

Deep within the underground lair of Steel Dragon Mountain.

We passed through a steep and sharp downhill section.

The terrain and landscape that appeared before Roger had undergone a dramatic transformation.

From dry, dark red soil.

It had become a junkyard filled with wires, paint, and rust! He glanced at the data panel.

"Hint: You have arrived at the Dark Ruins (Ancient Steel Dragon Habitat)"

"Warning: You are approaching the sacrificial site of the Ancient Steel Dragon!"

A corner of the ruins.

Roger looked at the scene before him with some surprise.

On the strange altar not far away.

Quentin was operating it with practiced ease.

This guy definitely wasn't lying.

He was as familiar with this Dark Ruins as he was with his own backyard.

The two of them found their way in.

Besides the necessary walking distance.

Surprisingly, not even a Half-Dragon Bandit was alerted!

The Dragon Transformation Potion certainly played an indispensable role in this.

But the shortcut Quentin chose was the most crucial factor.

at the moment.

He is proceeding according to the established plan.

Awaken the Ancient Steel Dragon that is sleeping in the name of sacrifice.

According to Quentin...

Both of them now possess the aura of dragon blood.

Impersonating a Steel Dragon priest is very easy.

Most of the time...

The Ancient Steel Dragon were all in a state of deep slumber.

Simple sacrificial rituals can only awaken a superficial level of consciousness.

This method can determine the location of the steel dragon's fire and head.

This will also slightly weaken the Ancient Steel Dragon, which is about to awaken in a fit of rage.

Why not?

"Don't make a sound."

"All you need to do is keep watch for me."

"Remember your responsibilities."

"Take down the Steel Dragon's head—I believe you can do it!"

Far away.

Quentin's gentle voice drifted over.

Roger glanced at Quentin's busy figure.

Suddenly.

His entire body suddenly retreated backward!

"Secret Technique: Light Wind!"...

What are you doing?

Quentin, who was on the altar, clearly noticed the commotion behind him.

He turned around and glared at Roger, his expression a mixture of shock and anger:

"Don't move!"

"Don't wake up the Steel Dragon prematurely!"

But who knew what he would hear?

Roger ran even faster!

He told Feiben amidst the steel ruins.

A short while later.

He returned to the place where the Underground City and the Dark Ruins met.

At present.

Roger didn't care about anything else.

They made a desperate escape upwards.

But the next second.

A thick steel plate suddenly pierced out from the bottom layer next to it!

Boom! A massive steel gate completely blocked the way back.

The sound of metal scraping echoed throughout the Dark Ruins! Roger turned around expressionlessly.

Quentin was standing about 30 squares away from him.

now.

His expression darkened slightly. "How did you find out?"

Quentin seems to be giving up on the pretense.

Roger scoffed, "Is it really necessary to have lookouts in a place like this?"

Quentin sighed softly:

"I see."

"I was too hasty."

Roger shook his head:

"You've already succeeded a lot."

Quentin smiled sincerely upon hearing this, "That's true."

"Who told me I possess some extraordinary talents?"

"At least you're only realizing it now..."

"It's too late!"

A deafening roar! The earth trembled.

A black wind rose.

Countless pieces of scrap metal slid down from a nearby hill.

A small, scarlet dot of light grew larger.

In the end, it transformed into a terrifying being, like a crimson moon!

And above the red moon.

It's a steel dragon head with only eye sockets!

Roger took a deep breath.

I glanced at the data panel.

"Log: You've realized Quentin's 'bluff'!"

"You've sensed Quentin's specialty: Affinity of All Things."

"Affinity of All Things: You always give people a sense of trustworthy sincerity."

The higher your bluffing level, the better.

The stronger the affinity.

Note: This specialty test can ignore Perception Authority.

"Warning: The sacrificial ceremony is complete! The Ancient Steel Dragon is about to awaken!"

"So..."

"The Celestial Palace does not possess knowledge of the Black Crystal World."

"You know this place so well because you're in cahoots with Steel Dragon!"

Roger stared coldly at Quentin.

It would be a lie to say that I wasn't seething with hatred inside.

After all these years.

Very few people could fool Roger.

But this guy in front of me.

They tricked Roger—

Twice!

Accustomed to relying on his senses to judge lies, he didn't realize something was wrong until Quentin uttered the contradictory phrase "taking a break."

But now it seems...

It seems a bit late.

Ancient Steel Dragon are reviving.

Quentin's ceremony has also been completed.

A strong sense of unease welled up in Roger's heart.

But he didn't show any weakness.

Instead, they questioned Quentin!

"Don't put it so harshly."

Quentin looked at Roger with a grin:

"What do you mean by being in cahoots?"

"I only offered you as a sacrifice to Lord Steel Dragon."

I'm not interested in you.

"I only want to use your life to open a Secret Passage to the upper dimension."

As they were talking.

A half-open door slowly unfolds above the altar.

Due to the distance.

Quentin is closer to that door than Roger!

At present.

Without saying a word.

He took off running towards the altar.

Not long after.

Quentin reached the edge of the gate without any trouble.

"I hope you will fulfill your duty as a sacrificial offering, Mr. Roger."

He turned around.

A childlike smile appeared on his face, "Then..."

"I'm leaving... huh?"

This was accompanied by a surprised sound.

Quentin's expression turned to surprise.

Because at this very moment.

The half-open door was pushed open from the inside.

A girl who looked like a rag doll jumped out.

She has a pair of jet-black eyes.

It fluttered and blinked.

Absolutely adorable.

"I think I heard someone mention sacrificial offerings."

Where is it?

The girl looked at Quentin with a grin and asked.

Behind her.

A line of Starry Sky God Race soldiers filed out silently.

atmosphere.

It gradually became a place fraught with danger.