Those two sentences had drained the last of the girl's strength. She could only gasp violently.
After all, she was already covered in wounds.
Slap!
A bloody welt burst open across her shoulder.
A vine appeared from nowhere and viciously lashed her delicate body.
The girl's body jolted upward from the pain before falling back against the wall.
"I heard you possess the rare Royal Bloodline. No matter how pure or diluted it is, you're still a descendant of that bloodline."
Wood Man Saint spoke with great interest, paying no attention to the countless wounds on the girl's body.
As he spoke, he suddenly scratched his chin and seemed to ponder. "Tell me, if that elusive Wood God is really as miraculous as you say, should I consider extracting some of your cellular energy too?"
Wood Man Saint's eyes suddenly lit up, as though he had convinced even himself with this creative idea.
"I'm practically a genius."
"No, that black-hearted old ghost... Forget it. I'll visit your hometown when I have time."
"Right, where is your hometown? All I ever hear you rambling about is that Wood God."
Wood Man Saint sat down with a burning gaze and lifted his chin, signaling for the girl to speak.
However, the girl merely spat and closed her eyes in silence.
"Hmph. You refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit."
With a flick of his hand.
A vine winding along the wall suddenly shot into the air and lashed the girl again, leaving another deep bloody welt.
"Wood Man Saint, come to the bridge."
An extremely cold voice suddenly rang out, like colliding iron blocks, carrying a metallic quality.
This was the ship's internal one-way communication channel.
A chill flashed through Wood Man Saint's eyes. He snorted. "What bad luck."
He then