Ma Yuanzuo, transformed into a crystal giant, lowered his head slightly and asked in a low voice, "Your Highness, why have you come here?"
His voice still sounded like hundreds of wills layered together, but now it was rigid and halting beyond belief. The divine pressure of a higher dimension was gone, leaving only a dissonant confusion—nothing but noise.
Brunhilde made no effort to hide her disgust. She looked at Ma Yuanzuo as if he were trash.
And yet, it was still hard to understand.
The people of the Spirit Research Society had access to Earth's ley-line nodes, so laying an ambush and waiting for their prey was perfectly reasonable. Naturally, that had become part of Ma Yuanzuo's plan to turn the tables.
But why had a Dragon King who had never set foot on Earth found this place so quickly?
The being caught between humanity and the Void Beasts was still full of questions. Its voice now sounded like an electric arc scraping through moisture-laden air—still an almost indescribable kind of noise. "You shouldn't have come so soon. Even you shouldn't have come so soon."
Brunhilde replied as if it were obvious. "Isn't this the most important ley-line node on the Eurasian continent? If you wanted to set up a large-scale formation, this would be the ideal place. As for Earth, I know it very well. No Elector understands Earth better than I do."
Brunhilde smiled and even copied someone's gesture, tracing a line with her finger.
Ma Yuanzuo was overcome by a deep sense of humiliation. Nothing could have humiliated him more—not Han Dai hurling vulgar insults at him, not years spent as the empire's number-one traitor, not even his own abject weakness before the emperor, as frail as an ant.
Emperor Ilesel might have treated him like