——Perhaps you didn’t realize, but you have communicated before.
Besides this, Bazatous has nothing more to disclose; His interest lies in art, not in researching this world. He has long completed the original contract, bringing the concepts of evolution and death to this wild land.
In his view, the evolution and iteration of organisms is also a form of art, just that the direction of evolution in this world always develops contrary to his expectations.
——I can help with the next trial.
After pondering for a moment, the red-haired woman spoke again.
——We can gang up on Sincaro together.
Bazatous doesn’t like to proactively antagonize others in the same community, after all, everyone was invited to this wild land together and somewhat like passengers on the same bus. He had not the slightest remorse towards Sincaro.
Everyone agrees that inviting Sincaro was a mistaken decision.
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——Then, should we take a commemorative photo?
Bazatous glanced around. The red-haired woman only gave a look, and the eleven-headed worm in the lake joyfully surfaced again, each head sticking out its tongue like a fawning little dog, with bloody water cascading over its body, splashing onto the shore.
This was a scene He meticulously arranged for Ethan, and He had created this eleven-headed worm only recently.
Its submerged body connects to the core of this world. It seems Ethan also likes this worm creation, so Bazatous decided to let this insignificant plane be managed by this worm.
"But we didn’t bring a camera."
Bazatous had prepared everything in advance, including the camera, which he instructed the Nightmare to buy from the Empire—an absolute order. If the Nightmare couldn’t handle even this small task, there would be no need for him to return to the underworld.
This is destined to be an unusual photo.
The red-haired woman with seven eyes stood at the center of the photo, gracefully folding her hands in front, pressing down the skirt made of unknown flesh. Ethan stood by her side, and on the other side was Lindong, leaning against his shoulder.
Behind them were the eleven-headed worm, a being equivalent in rank to a Warlord, happily undulating its body, with two heads extending forward, sheltering everyone from the splashing red water.
The red waterfall entered this moving picture.
The only regret is that the blue-haired girl, although always standing in front of Ethan, ultimately didn’t appear in the photo.
The photo was divided into three copies, one of which the red-haired woman carefully treasured.
Of course, the way she treasured the photo was characteristically Bazatous-style art—a head like a snake emerged from her writhing skirt and swallowed the entire photo.
——See you in the Empire.
The red-haired woman felt somewhat despondent.
Friends gather briefly, and after the short-lived excitement, it’s time to send each other off.
She tore open a gap in front, which gradually formed into a portal.
Not forgetting to remind them before leaving.
——No matter what Sincaro tells you, don’t trust Him.
Meanwhile, the followers of the Old Gods in the dungeon were extremely anxious.
They speculate that this might be the most perilous trial ever, as its prelude doesn’t fit the celebration. Before the three returned, the souls that should have been sacrificed were temporarily sent back to their temporary residences.
Everyone witnessed the anomaly of the celebration firsthand.
Heisenberg, the one who suddenly became a candidate, tore open a crack on the altar out of thin air and walked right in.
Even the most benevolent "Father" must be angry.
The members of the Dream Erosion Elder Council speculated, undoubtedly they will face the most brutal evolution trial ever. They might encounter the legendary flesh creations and face Father’s wrath.
Of course, an even worse situation might occur.
For example, when the celebration ends, the ones returning from the plane fissure might not be the three candidates, but some terrible creation made by Father’s own hands.
All this has already shown signs.
"Nightmare, quickly convene a three-party meeting."
Everyone in the Elder Council awaited the Nightmare’s statement.
Lindong was brought back by the Nightmare from the Empire; the two share a mentor-and-friend relationship. Moreover, it’s said that before returning to the Abyss, the Nightmare heard the guidance of Father, which made her become the natural decision-maker.
Now everyone sensed the abnormalities within.
Since the celebration began, the Abyss has been changing towards an increasingly unstable direction, and creations outside the dungeon have become restless. Father’s creations were awakened with biological instincts, becoming aggressive and combative.
The guards of the dungeon reported their findings.
They witnessed many creations biting each other and also gathering together, proactively launching attacks on other Old Gods’ creations.
It’s somewhat abnormal.
Father’s creations seemed to want to stir up a war in this oppressive environment.
Nightmare’s face was as calm as water.
She couldn’t determine the exact nature of the relationship between Father and Ethan, but forcibly opening the plane door without sacrificing any souls undoubtedly violated the dungeon’s taboo.
Can Father tolerate such an offense?
Though she tried to view things positively, various signs indicated the Abyss is undergoing unpredictable changes.