At this moment, the two had completely laid their cards on the table and began to undermine each other without any regard for the consequences, as if entering the machine and dying had become something wonderful.
Balund seemed to tacitly approve of Nora's participation in the competition, as if he agreed with her assessment of Gray, and also as if he deliberately left some time so that the two of them would not have any regrets.
The old man in gray was well aware that no matter how much they argued at the moment, when the time came, one of them would eventually decide to enter the metal coffin.
In order to protect the other, the other person will take over their power and become their successor; everything will fall into place naturally.
His and Aiboke's plans were proceeding smoothly without any mishaps.
Personality, character, background... Gray and Nora are both first-rate candidates. Whoever enters the coffin will open a new future for the Graycast Corridor.
And he and his blood relatives had already given enough for the Graycast Corridor; it was time for them to rest forever.
Behind them, two Short-Eared Elf and five Soul Returner also held their breath, knowing that this temporary mission had reached its most critical moment.
Whether it's Gray or Nora, today might be their last chance to see one of them.
One person is born, one person dies; this is how cruel World of Disorder can be.
Just as their argument was escalating into a full-blown fight, [ Do Some Farm Work ] suddenly felt the image in his field of vision distort for a moment, like the lag effect when switching game maps due to a poor network connection.
He glanced at his companions and instantly received the same message from their faces.
Puzzled, he subconsciously looked at the two most reliable half-elves, only to see that they also reacted strangely, as if they had also sensed that strange fluctuation.
After a brief moment of astonishment, the elven mage Nuowa revealed a barely perceptible smile.
"Sizzle!"
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the space between Gray, Nora, and Balund was suddenly torn apart.
It wasn't cut open, it was torn apart.
Like a mighty beast enraged, even the edges of the cracks still bore obvious signs of tearing.
Countless strange, milky-white spheres rained down from the suddenly appearing spatial rift, striking the three people below directly on the heads, like a sudden downpour.
The sudden turn of events interrupted Gray and Nora's argument and left Balund, who was waiting for the outcome, stunned.
The next moment, a huge insect head covered in soft, downy hairs emerged from the crack.
It was the head of a bee much larger than an adult human, with a pair of enormous compound eyes that reflected seven colors of light, like the colorful disco balls in a bar.
"Buzzing."
The bee said earnestly.
A hand suddenly appeared on the side of the bee's head, grabbed its downy hairs, and yanked it back, leaving only a lingering "buzz" sound in everyone's ears.
More white spherical objects fell into the spatial rift, and another head emerged from it.
This time it's a person.
Ed glared angrily at Balund and the Gray, who were locked in a heated argument.
A handful of popcorn was thrown at the three people's faces:
"I came to watch the dumpling-making, what kind of crap are you putting on here?"
The boy in front of me was wearing a soft, casual-style teaching robe, with a World Tree pattern embroidered in gold thread on the collar.
One of his eyes was a clear, pale green, while the other sprouted a twisted sapling with an eerie beauty.
Looking at the boy who appeared on the other side of the spatial rift, Balund quickly understood everything after a very brief moment of thought.
This is the Son of God!
That Tree Worship Church's Son of God has risen to fame in the past year!
The only ones connected to this Son of God are those self-proclaimed Soul Returner behind him.
With their Low Tier strength, they were completely unaware that someone was watching them from behind.
And even his shielding array didn't work!
So many coincidences precisely demonstrate that all of this was by no means a coincidence.
And only... can accomplish this within the scope of one's own Psionic Energy.
Balund turned his head sharply and looked at Nuowa with an inquiring gaze.
Nuowa turned his head sharply and looked at Liya with an inquiring gaze.
Liya turned her head sharply, looking at the wall with an inquiring gaze.
The wall... oh dear, this wall is really a wall...
The wall brick seemed to sense Liya's gaze and, under the control of a "true Grand Foundry Master " who hadn't commented since spitting out a piece of paper, automatically flipped over, revealing a portion of the Psionic Energy Circuit still running on its back.
Do you guys even know how to make dumplings?
Ed continued to glare angrily at the three of them:
"The handover between Grand Foundry Master is not like this at all. You should first get to know each other, then have a pleasant chat about the history of the Graycast Corridor, and then talk about the things that Grand Foundry Master should pay attention to. Finally, the two of you old people retire and the two of you young people take over!"
"And what have you done? You come in acting like you're going to die! This isn't how the handover of the Grand Foundry Master at Daye is supposed to be! I don't accept it!"
Although the speaking style was quite peculiar, Balund surprisingly understood what the other person was trying to express very quickly.
And perhaps because the vision described by this Son of God was too beautiful, he felt no anger at all.
"Respected Son of God, I recall my Messenger has delivered the letter to you... and you have promised not to interfere with the change of Grand Foundry Master."
Ed shook his head upon hearing this:
"My only promise was not to interfere with the election of the Grand Foundry Master, and now that the election is over, I have not broken my promise."
That's a far-fetched interpretation.
Balund remained calm as he spoke, his gaze fixed on Ed's single eye, his thoughts unreadable.
"Putting aside whether it's far-fetched or not, from now on, I will take over the handover of the Grand Foundry Master."
Ed's tone became unusually firm.
"Mr. Son of God, are you interfering in the internal affairs of the Graycast Corridor?"
Ed nodded without hesitation:
"Right."
The person before him was so self-righteous that Balund was speechless for a moment. A hint of anger, feeling slighted and disturbed, finally rose within him. Looking at the half-figure inside the spatial rift, he retorted:
"On what grounds?"
Ed's one-eyed gaze met the old man's, his tone more serious than ever before:
"Because I can ensure the handover ceremony goes smoothly."
Balund's expression turned slightly angry:
The handover ceremony was supposed to be completed successfully.
Ed looked at him and said:
"If I can ensure everyone's survival, then it will be truly complete."