Lostbelt target

Landing on the grass, Bai Mo raised his hand to assess the situation. This was his first battle after 760,000 horsepower. While Chaldeas was not good enough as a sparring partner, it was more than sufficient as a test subject for attacks.

While summarizing his experiences, Bai Mo considered his future development direction and weighed his own strengths and weaknesses, and then formulated his cultivation path. His next step was to continue studying the Avici Uninterrupted, hoping to explore the possibilities of the Dark Firmament from the power of decomposition within it.

At the same time, these new methods need time to be refined, so it seems I'll have to go to the Giant Shark again.

He pondered as he entered the ancient-style pavilion building. Just inside the entrance, he saw Da Vinci and Olga Marie; the latter seemed to have just been crying, her eyes still slightly red.

Upon seeing Bai Mo, Olga Marie immediately stood up to greet him, after all, he had saved her life. But the moment she saw Bai Mo, the image of that towering figure flashed through her mind again.

Seeing Olga Marie's struggle to control her expression, Bai Mo waved his hand and said:

"Laugh if you want. When I first met Oga Man, I wasn't much better off than you."

Upon hearing those three words, Olga Marie immediately sat down, covered her face with her hands to hide her bewildered and amused expression, and couldn't help but think to herself:

"Why choose such a name? It's even weirder now. And why design it like that...? Is it to influence the enemy through appearance during battle?"

Seeing it under those circumstances, I feel like I'll dream about it every night.

"The opponents I encounter are generally not affected by their appearance. As for why that's the case... it's because my power level isn't high enough to support me and the Oga War God, in maintaining our Ultimate True Form."

And... never mind, let's leave this topic aside. How are you feeling? Are you experiencing any discomfort?

Bai Mo sat on the railing chair in the pavilion's corridor with Olga Marie about her physical condition, he and Da Vinci entered the pavilion together.

Welcome back.

Shi greeted everyone at the familiar entrance, not wearing her usual slippers, but rather a pair of outdoor cotton shoes.

"I'm going to do some renovations outside. Why don't you sit with Miss Olga Marie for a while? Don't forget to prepare dinner. Miss Olga Marie, please don't wander around out of curiosity; many parts of this building are still under construction."

As Shi brushed against her shoulder, seemingly unintentionally, Olga Marie continued to pinch the alabaster skin on her arm in disbelief even after sitting down, as if to confirm that this was not a dream.

Looking at Da Vinci beside her, Bai Mo working in the kitchen, and the blonde girl who had appeared beside her at some point, she finally realized that she had left that dangerous place.

"Mr. Bai Mo, would you like me to make some dessert?"

"No need, Miss Da Vinci. Please speak with Miss Olga Marie first about the information regarding Chaldea and the so-called ' Bleaching' phenomenon outside. This will determine our next course of action."

Afterwards, Da Vinci explained to Olga Marie a great deal of information about Chaldea and the current situation. Her voice wasn't quiet, and Bai Mo could hear it from the side.

At the same time, he also had to deal with the large golden cat beside him.

"Bai Mo, you look very skilled."

"Really? Maybe I'm good at it."

Arcueid gazed at him intently, muttering, "After she took you away from Uruk, you weren't like this every day, were you?"

"Well, more or less, since Shiki seems to really like this kind of thing."

Arcueid pursed her lips, somewhat displeased, and said:

"The Vortex of the Root likes family dinners, how refreshing..."

Jade-like fingers gently stroked Bai Mo's neck. Arcueid, standing behind him, leaned in and slowly pulled open his collar, revealing that familiar shoulder.

"Wait, Arcueid..."

"I'm hungry, and my dinner is already laid out in front of me. How can I resist?" Warm breath landed on the familiar spot, while slightly cold fangs seemed to tear at a young girl's chastity, slicing through her skin.

"Has she ever told you that your cooking looks very tempting?"

Olga Marie, sitting at the dining table, looked at the long, golden hair that obscured their backs, her cheeks slightly flushed.

She was thinking of leaving with Da Vinci, but when she turned around, she found that Da Vinci had somehow acquired a drawing board, and his brushes were now making a scratching sound on it.

Something about this place... seems off.

The door opened, Arcueid withdrew her teeth, a glistening trail of blood clinging to her lips. Bai Mo's protruding middle finger knuckle dug fiercely into her temple, while she maintained a posture of eagerly admitting her mistake but refusing to change.

Arcueid, that guy's appetite is getting bigger and bigger. In just that short period of time, he has almost drained five strong, ordinary people dry.

If it weren't for the fact that producing blood is now so easy, Bai Mo would worry that in the future her blood production rate wouldn't be able to keep up with her absorption rate.

As Shi walked in, he glanced at Arcueid with a lingering look.

In the end, it was Da Vinci who brought the atmosphere back from its almost freezing point. Bai Mo prepared some mild stews, since Olga Marie had basically survived this period by receiving intravenous nutrient solutions.

"So, according to your situation, Chaldea has infiltrated the Lostbelt? That's not good news. Tsk, you've been completely manipulated. You've really been screwed over by Marisbury."

After confirming Da Vinci's report, Bai Mo Bai Mo frowned slightly. To be honest, he was pessimistic about the situation of the Chaldea group that had gone to those Lostbelt.

This is not discouragement. According to previous speculation, the Primordial Spirit of the remaining powerful beings are basically all on this Bleaching Earth, and the Source of Power has likely also been transferred here.

A place destined for destruction is indeed the best place to deal with these extraterrestrial beings; it's no longer just a den of dragons and tigers.

"I did leave some contingency plans, and Dr. Roman is watching over there, so let's trust him. We're still in another timeline right now; once we leave, we'll have to speed up our support for them."

Hearing Da Vinci's words, Olga Marie glanced slightly at Bai Mo, then took a deep breath and said:

"Yes, as the director, I have a responsibility to take responsibility for what happened to them." Olga Marie stood up, clenched her fists, and bowed to Bai Mo, saying:

"Thank you for saving my life. If I can successfully complete my mission, Animusphere will definitely repay this kindness. Now, please allow me..."

However, before she could finish speaking, Bai Mo interrupted her, saying:

"Ask yourself, can you complete this successfully? You saw what just happened. I, with only 750,000 horses, could cause this kind of destruction, let alone those powerful Primordial Spirit."

At this point, he muttered, "Even Bai Lubao can conjure up nine hundred thousand bolts of the Heaven and Earth Demon God... We must prevent unrelated people from getting involved."

If even a single Bai Lubao could nearly wipe out humanity, then the Primordial Spirit would be in even greater danger. Bai Mo naturally wouldn't allow Olga Marie to fulfill any director's responsibilities; that wouldn't be fulfilling responsibilities, it would be suicide.

"This is my business, I'll handle it. You've survived by a hair's breadth, cherish it. Besides, how can you say something so lacking in confidence, yet speak with such an air of grandeur?"

I thought that after what happened, you wouldn't say things that would only embarrass yourself anymore. Is it a habit you developed since childhood?

Hearing Bai Mo's words, Olga Marie's face immediately turned red, like a bullied child, and she said with a wronged expression on the verge of tears:

"What can I do? I've already been saved, and if I ask you for help again, where would I fit in? You should at least ask something of me, otherwise I won't be able to sleep at night with so many favors owed to me."

"That's great, no more dreaming about Oga Man!"