A Disguised Passerby, an Exploding Star Gate

The time for the Star Gate to open again arrived quickly, and Hill parked his ship beside it.

He had originally planned to enter with the first group. After all, if that Red Dragon truly wanted to use the passage, it would certainly be hiding among the crowd.

But Aglaia came rushing in, forcing him to stop in his tracks.

Ever since the little Sea God learned that the black panther had broken through her blockade and come here, she had apparently been in a foul mood, looking utterly murderous.

Hill was a moment too slow to stop her. Aglaia's avatar had already charged straight at Merkel, the harpoon in her hand moving cleanly and decisively.

By the time Hill hurriedly put Martha's core box away, his white sailboat had already been blown into a tiny wreck.

Alice, who did not want anyone to see her, could only float in midair and try to raise a wall of light to block the attack.

"Alice, put your puppets away," Hill said. "Then hurry and take Merkel through the Star Gate. Just wait for me over there."

Alice frantically shut down several puppets and stuffed them into her spatial ring, then rushed straight toward the Star Gate. She no longer had time to care about the Undead pointing and whispering at her.

The black panther nimbly leaped toward the Star Gate. Though several bone-deep holes had appeared in his body, he still crashed into the gate alongside Alice.

"Papa Hill!" Aglaia shouted unhappily, holding up her harpoon. "Has Alice gone mad? Why does she still want him?"

Hill sighed helplessly and beckoned her over. "All right, Aglaia, don't bother with their mess. It has been a long time. Let me take a good look at you."

Aglaia could not help tilting her