Changes in the Lostbelts

Neither Bai Mo nor Bai Wunan paid much attention to the tiny soul before them, which seemed capable of disappearing at any moment. Generally speaking, even if such a thing were to merge, the final Primordial Spirit would not be dominated by the original entity.

Like a drop of ink falling into a well, it disappears without a trace in an instant.

"Are you sure the Wuji Heavenly King you created won't also encounter this situation? And it really only had Lan Wuji and Gale. At the time, judging from the way it looked, I thought that the soul of the Ultimate powerhouse's Kuanghuan still contained Gang'e?"

"How is that possible? My fusion back then was far superior to this crude imitation. However, it's still somewhat unexpected that it can exist in this way. If Landao Tianwu were to tap into his own Primordial Spirit, he might be able to cultivate Gale and Lan Wuji."

Bai Wunan's expression exuded complete confidence, but his smile always made Bai Mo feel that something was amiss.

Just as Bai Mo was preparing to head to Shi's residence to cultivate for a while, a message from Chaldea came through the communicator. "Mr. Bai Mo, there seems to be some problem with the Lostbelt detection here, regarding Great Qin and..."

Before Da Vinci, who was in charge of communicating with Bai Mo, could finish speaking, Bai Mo arrived at Chaldea's control room in the next instant. Da Vinci silently shut down the communication device in his hand, and the staff quickly pulled up various images of the current Bleaching Earth.

"There are currently five Lostbelt remaining. Originally, the ideal strategy was to prioritize the Atlantic Lostbelt, which was the most severely affected by the Lostbelts."

However, since we are no longer in competition with the Lostbelt, there's no need for that anymore.

Olga Marie nodded, then flicked her finger, and two Lostbelt appeared. One was the Great Qin Lostbelt, and the other was the less-noticed Britain Lostbelt.

"Just now, during the inspection, the Storm Wall of the Britain Lostbelt was transformed into the Wall of Light. The specifics are still unknown. However, during the inspection of the Britain Lostbelt, its Lostbelt depth reached an astonishing EX level."

At this level, it's highly uncertain whether human civilization even exists. The good news, however, is that the Britain Lostbelt is in dire straits; it's safe to say it will eventually disappear if left unattended.

So, this is just a brief mention; the main change is this:

The Paper Moon zooms in rapidly on the screen, reflecting the scene of the Great Qin Lostbelt. At the same time, the Lostbelt's depth is also shown. Unlike Great Qin Lostbelt, where Human Order is almost completely off Britain, the Great Qin Lostbelt Lostbelt's depth is E.

"So low?"

"Yes, if the judgment score for Pruning of Events is 60, this is already 59 points, which is usually very rare. But now it seems there's been some change, you see..."

On the screen, the symbol indicating the depth of the anomaly seemed to be constantly changing, like a blood pressure monitor, jumping between E and D.

"Judging from this, it seems that the Lostbelt over there has experienced some turmoil. However, as Bai Mo mentioned before, the Qin Shi Huang of Great Qin Lostbelt just passed away in the Qin Lostbelt."

Furthermore, given that that area is the headquarters of the Blue Dream Organization, some changes are understandable. So, what are our plans?

Bai Mo looked at the flickering depth of the strange tale above and immediately made a decision.

"I'm about to set off for the Great Qin."

Lostbelt differ from normal Pan-Human History; generally, they represent a unified world. Russia is a world preserved only because of natural disasters, while Northern Europe represents a world after Ragnarok.

Although they all teeter on the brink of collapse, they are generally quite stable. Even the seemingly imminent collapse of Northern Europe is actually supported by Nidhogg, making its eventual demise sustainable.

As for the situation in Great Qin, with an E-level level of supernatural events, it means that it is definitely a human society there, and on a considerable scale. But it is currently in flux, which means that a violent upheaval has occurred.

This seemingly small change, like the data on paper, actually reflects the bloody reality of lost lives beneath the cold, hard data. And, most importantly—

The Blue Dream Organization must be eradicated, and quickly and thoroughly!

Bai Mo's attitude towards this scourge has never changed—it cannot be allowed to continue living in the world. Every second this plague-ridden thing exists is likely to tormenting people.

"Alright, in that case, let's also go to the engineering department to prepare the necessary equipment. We've upgraded and iterated on the communication and other tools this time."

Da Vinci excitedly dragged Bai Mo to the engineering department, while Bai Mo said somewhat helplessly:

"If a real fight breaks out, your things will most likely be wiped out by the aftershocks."

"Gathering even a little information before the battle is worthwhile. For example, in the case of the Scandinavian Lostbelt, if we had enough observation equipment, we might have been able to detect Fafnir's serpentine soul on our first Fafnir, and thus directly discover Nidhogg."

Beside her, Ritsuka had changed into the short-skirted combat uniform she had worn in Russia. She looked eager to try, rubbing her hands together in anticipation.

Are you going too?

"Of course, more people mean more help. We were terrified when your soul fell into Helheim. If you had died, we would all have died."

Furthermore, the task of resource gathering has been entirely entrusted to Senior Kadoc recently. Although I can't match you in strength, I'm quite skilled in Magecraft- related combat.

Upon hearing Ritsuka's words, Bai Mo did not immediately refuse, but pondered for a moment.

In the previous summons, not only his comrades from the Greece era, but even Ereshkigal, with whom he had a deep connection in Uruk, did not respond. This made Bai Mo wonder if there was a problem on his side.

Back then in Northern Europe, it was extremely dangerous. The most deadly incident was when Brynhildr was used as a trap to drag him, Ortlinde, and Sigurd into Helheim.

If it weren't for my Issei authority, and if Nidhogg hadn't been distracted and hadn't arrived immediately... he might really be dead.

If Ereshkigal had been summoned, we wouldn't have ended up in that situation; she would most likely have noticed it immediately. Even overwhelming power is just a tool; to succeed, one must act according to the needs.

"Alright, when you encounter someone with power, you have to keep your distance and never try to be reckless."

"Yes, sir!"

After finishing, Bai Mo also took the opportunity to say hello to Atalanta and Circe in Chaldea. Atalanta expressed her understanding and sent her a blessing of good luck.

"Hey, you're leaving again after only two days? By the way, did you get any sleep? I didn't see you in your room all day yesterday."

"The situation was sudden, and I don't live here."

"Ah..." Circe grabbed her head with both hands, letting out an angry growl, followed by a helpless sigh. She went back to her room, rummaged around for a while, and finally took out a piece of clothing.

"The Garment of the Hawk?"

You recognized it before it was even unfolded?

"After all, I couldn't fly back then, so being able to fly freely with this was a very memorable experience. It's a pity that the other one was destroyed by Zeus's thunderbolt."

"Keep it, it doesn't suit your current figure anymore. Try changing it on."

The Garment of the Hawk felt simple and ordinary; one couldn't tell or feel that it was an outstanding Mystic Code. Bai Mo straightened the collar, looking at her perfectly fitting and slender figure. Circe's lips involuntarily curled upwards, and she licked her lips with her small, delicate tongue.

"Thank you, I won't break it this time."

"Don't worry about whether it's broken or not, that's not important. What's important is that you come back to me completely intact. I don't want to spend my whole life building a soul-summoning altar only to end up not finding it again."

Circe reached out and straightened his clothes, then hugged him. Bai Mo didn't push her away, but sighed softly and patted her shoulder; the weight of his body was reassuring.

"I promise, it won't happen. I remember everything I owe you, including my entire life."

Upon hearing this, Circe smiled, placing his hands behind his back with Little Devil grin.

"Then I'll start calculating the interest."