At this moment, Chloe paid no heed to the shock of those onboard the ship, pressing her fingers against the brand on her forehead.
The seal on her self-memory melted instantly.
"Xiaoke Xiaoke, I’m here!"
"Damn it, Xiaoke, I’m about to get off work!"
"Xiaoke should also gain happiness."
The final image froze in a downpour, upon the Treasure Elf who had been cursed to death.
Yet a tear fell from the corner of his eye.
Immediately, a boundless murderous aura spread around.
"I knew it would be ."
He let out a calm yet regretful laugh and said softly:
"If Master Nini hadn’t been killed by you, how could she have watched me become the Filthy Moon Demon King."
The soaring waves swallowed his voice.
He lifted his head, revealing an indifferent face.
"Aikemos High Priest, you want to nurture me as a sacrifice for the Evil God, don’t you?"
Aikemos was indeed the true name of the High Priest of the Flesh and Blood Hermitage.
He was a strong Sequence Five entity.
He also arranged for Rooney to assassinate Chloe.
At this moment, his instincts sensed an unprecedented crisis.
Despite being Sequence Five, he smelled the scent of death from a Rose Bishop.
He was almost driven mad.
Whether it was wanting to use this person as a sacrifice, or arranging Rooney to assassinate, or attempting to target the Treasure Elf, it should have been secrets within secrets.
So why could this bizarre little ghost easily see through it all?
Just like a prophet indeed.
He dared not hesitate and immediately sounded the horn.
The small island behind them began to writhe, and from the volcano, a pair of massive magma giant hands tore through the sky.
A being like a giant god out of mythology ripped apart the island, breaking free.
The Path of Blood and Flesh Demigod, the Magma Giant, coldly surveyed everyone.
"Aikemos, I remember telling you, don’t disturb me unless it’s urgent."
"Your Eminence, we’ve been discovered by the Fantasy Association, a brat meant to be a sacrifice somehow found out about our matters."
He was about to say something.
But was interrupted by a voice so indifferent it was almost cold.
The Magma Giant turned its gaze towards the yacht:
"Two Sequence Fives, three Sequence Sixes, dare to come and hunt the Flesh and Blood Hermitage, when did you Fantasists become so arrogant."
"That’s why I said... why did you target her? Why force me?"
A trace of absurdity flashed in the Magma Giant’s eyes.
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Why can even a mere Sequence Six dare to bark in the presence of his Sequence Four?
From Sequence Six to Sequence Five, even a genius would require hundreds of years.
It was an ancient power known as a legend, capable of shaking national governance.
And from Sequence Five to Sequence Four, it often spans millennia.
It is a power that can determine the rise and fall of nations, beyond human imagination.
Yet now, he descended in mythical form, only to find that an ant was completely unaffected by him, still spouting nonsense.
"Is that so? I also find it quite interesting."
He didn’t particularly care about the Flesh and Blood Hermitage targeting him.
The methods employed by those rats hiding in the dark were limited; without daring to kill him, he had many ways to deal with it.
"You shouldn’t have murderous intent towards Nini."
He recalled that rainstorm years ago.
In the old dog’s wails, he truly felt as if he was about to die.
Burning with fever to the point of delirium, in a state of blurred consciousness, he felt a divine power gently enter his body, soothing his wounds.
When he opened his eyes, he saw a cute face looking at him curiously:
"My name is Nini, what’s yours?"
That was his first encounter with Nini.
How could an orphan quickly grow in the academy and rise to Sequence Six?
And how did he survive under the calculations of the Crimson Church and the Flesh and Blood Hermitage?
Some things, even if Nini didn’t say, it didn’t mean he didn’t care.
His mentor saw him through the toughest times.
Anyone who laid hands on Nini was his mortal enemy.
Stronger beings notwithstanding.
Even if it meant shedding this mortal coil, he would avenge Nini.
At this moment, a terrifying power shredded the sky.
The most malevolent of the mortal realm, the power of the Abyssal Saint descended.
[Summon the Flesh and Blood Hermitage, I shall end its life—Demon Prince inscription configured]