The Second Holy See, Black Pine City.
Duma pushed open the door in front of him, and a Soul Returner to its home stood at the door of his office, staring intently ahead.
I don't know when it started, but no matter where my office moves to, there's always a Soul Returner on rotation at the door.
At first Duma didn't understand why this arrangement was made. After all, as a High Tier demon, he wasn't afraid of being ambushed or assassinated. On the contrary, he was somewhat looking forward to it.
He later discovered that through this Soul Returner, he seemed to be able to quickly mobilize those Soul Returner with obvious training marks at any time.
So this person wasn't actually a guard, but a messenger.
He looked at the ramrod straight-backed Soul Returner and said:
"I have received orders from the Son of God. A large number of soldiers need to be immediately dispatched to the battlefield in Klaf City. The specific location is the Rotting Corpse Dark Lake on the fourth underground level of Klaf City. May I ask you to deliver this message?"
The Soul Returner paused for a moment upon hearing this, then quickly and firmly nodded:
"Yes, sir!"
In the real world, at a training ground.
A man was sitting on the edge of the field, panting heavily. He had just finished training and felt sore all over, probably because he was about to build more muscle.
A comrade came to his side and handed him a dark green military water bottle, and the two began to chat idly.
"Another five kilometers, I really can't take it anymore."
"There's nothing we can do about it. After all, we can only sleep half a day each day now, they say it's to prevent our muscles from atrophying..."
"That's true, and at least it's better than 'over there,' where you have to drive fifty kilometers at a time."
"Isn't that because they can be resurrected? If I had a group of immortal subordinates, I would train them to death too."
"Indeed, putting aside their ability to resurrect, the people over there seem to have grown up on chemical fertilizers. I saw a skinny old man before, and because of his unique symbiotic plants, he was incredibly strong..."
"..."
Just as the two were enjoying a rare break between groups, a rapid ringing of the bell suddenly rang.
As a unit drawn from the best of the best, everyone here is selected from the best, and the tasks they undertake are naturally different from those of ordinary teams.
Even their assembly bell has two versions, with different bells representing different anomalies occurring in different worlds.
The ringing they were hearing now clearly indicated that the incident they were about to deal with did not take place in this world they were familiar with...
The people on the training field began sprinting towards a building and quickly arrived at their assigned positions.
With the specially customized helmet placed over his head, the operational briefing immediately came into view.
"A support mission? Is there something that ' Son of God ' can't handle?"
Klaf City, the Rotting Corpse Dark Lake.
Even the most good-tempered person would find it difficult to remain calm after hearing Adelaide's words, "Come at me all at once," let alone the usually respected Twin Kings.
Furthermore, the current situation is three against three, so there's no question of the many bullying the few.
So the two knights who had been temporarily promoted to High Tier quickly mounted their horses and joined the battle; they couldn't stand Adelaide's provocation!
But Ed could handle it.
Ed's innate, or perhaps inherited, thick skin meant he never cared about such things. Just as it sounds unbelievable that the Twin Kings would default on their loans, it sounds much more reasonable that Ed would default on his loans.
Since Adelaide suggested attacking together, the Twin Kings thought of provoking her, while Ed thought of slacking off.
Of course, he wasn't really trying to slack off in this critical moment, but rather to take advantage of the opportunity to increase his chances of winning.
Ed possesses memories of another world, understands one thing very well: in this three-way battle where no one is certain of victory, the one who can remain steadfast and not be forced to withdraw is the true victor.
Now that both orders have been sent out and Willow's alchemical golem has joined the battle, Ed feels he can finally take control.
Three underground levels, a dried-up riverbed.
Muller had completely shed his human form and was writhing in the Blood Pool like a sandworm from a science fiction movie, though he didn't look particularly happy.
This feeling is like going to a buffet.
The first half hour is for feasting; eat whatever you see.
The middle half hour is a time for careful selection. Since the basic hunger has been relieved, rationality returns, and one begins to carefully plan what good things to use to fill the remaining space in the stomach.
The last half hour is pure garbage time; only the feeling of fullness in the abdomen and the fatigue of mechanical chewing indicate that one is still alive.
At this moment, although less than two minutes had passed since the teleportation, Muller had already fully entered the third stage of the buffet.
The reason is simple: there are just too many Blood Corpse and too much blood here.
Even though the Blood Corpse of the Rosalind Lineage are always as thirsty as sponges, there is always a limit to how much a Middle Tier Blood Corpse can consume.
If that drop of Rosalind's blessed True Blood were still there, he might still be able to use its power to wipe this place out completely.
Unfortunately, that drop of blood has already been taken by the current "father".
In Blood Pool half a person's depth, a giant worm raised its head and emitted a loud "gurgling" burp.
"I'm stuffed."
Muller sent this signal to the cork, and soon a chill ran down his spine.
"Give it to me!"
Ed issued the highest directive.
"Father! I can't..."
At this moment, Muller was on the verge of tears. Even the best buffet should be enjoyed in moderation; if he kept eating, he might burst!
Seeing the worm assume a kneeling posture, Ed realized that the burden of all that was placed on Muller alone might be too heavy.
As for Ed himself, although the Root Network can absorb these things, they are not proper nutrients, and the absorption rate is actually quite limited.
However, his main body was in the BOSS battlefield below, so he couldn't deal with the situation here for the time being.
Ed thought for a moment and asked the vampire who had submitted to him:
"If I drain the nutrients from your body, will you quickly become hungry?"
Muller's body trembled violently, but he dared not deceive Ed, and could only say:
"Yes..."
Before he could finish speaking, he felt a sharp pain all over his body. Looking down, he saw that a hollow, sharp spike had indeed pierced his worm's body.
After piercing the skin, the thorns quickly begin to take root in all directions, like seeds frantically searching for nutrients and water.
He felt his life force being constantly drained away, a feeling that was both strange and somewhat familiar.
It felt unfamiliar because Muller had never experienced anything like it before, yet it felt familiar because this ability wasn't entirely new to him.
This is the Rosalind Lineage's ability to devour!
A second, a third... more and more sharp spikes pierced his body.