You, a Saint Domain Artificer

Thump, thump!

The Golden Hall kept shaking, crystalline fragments rustling down from above.

Ash looked at the Virtual Divinity before him. At first glance, the Virtual Divinity looked like a huge building block about five meters tall, and also like a divine statue waiting to be filled with filth.

It was already 40% filled now.

But only 40%.

By conservative estimate, if they wanted to complete the Virtual Divinity, they would need at least another twenty-four hours, and that was still under the premise of constantly burning Ash's soul limit to keep everyone going. The artificers outside, who were frantically attacking the Phantom Inheritance, probably would not give them that time.

"You need to go out and intercept the invaders to buy time," Dream Demon suddenly said.

Hearing this, Ash and the other three were not surprised at all. They had long known they were cannon fodder. In order to create the Nightmare Divine Spirit, Nightmare Angel would definitely sacrifice cannon fodder first to raise the success rate.

"But we're only ordinary Saint Domains. At most, we can hold off one or two artificers of the same level," Ash said. "Does that really mean anything?"

"Of course I'm not asking you to use your own strength to intercept the invaders," Dream Demon said. "The main body left behind a contingency plan long ago."

Ash exchanged glances with Vesir and the others, surprise in their eyes—Nightmare Angel had even calculated this far? And he had a foolproof plan? Could it be some Miracle that directly dumped the invaders into the recycle bin with one click?

"The main body's contingency plan is the inheritances left behind by other Demigods," Dream Demon said. "Although the main body couldn't predict the future, with him as a failed example, any later Demigods who left inheritances