Seeing Serlin’s surprised expression, Seele was full of confusion.
What was wrong now?
“The residents of the Lower District are human too, and they also face the pressure of survival—in fact, that pressure is even greater than it is on the surface.
So…
what’s wrong with having a tavern here?” “Having a bit too much to drink and then giving an impromptu speech?
That’s even more normal.
You agree, right?” “Ah, right, right.
Ah…
that’s indeed right!” Serlin couldn’t help but agree.
She must have watched too much abstract fan content of Seele; otherwise, how could she have such a bizarre impression of her?
“Anyway, how did the discussions between the Silvermane Guards and Wildfire go?” Bronya didn’t hesitate at all.
“Even without the protection of the Silvermane Guards, the people of the Lower District are protecting themselves in their own way.” “And Mother Cocolia will reopen the connection between the Overworld and the Lower District as soon as possible.
After all, we are all citizens of Belobog.” “The specific details depend on the Big Sis.
Natasha is the true leader of Wildfire, but…” Seele paused, then continued, “Nata probably doesn’t want conflict between the two sides.
Of course, we in the Lower District still need to protect ourselves!” Speaking of which, Bronya looked at the obvious signs of Rift erosion around them with a complex expression.
“And the Rift that has invaded the mining area…” “Ah…
no need to worry about that.” Serlin interrupted Bronya’s lament.
“As for that…
we’ll just take care of the Stellaron in a bit.” “Huh?” Bronya seemed to suspect she had misheard.
The Stellaron, capable of summoning the Eternal Freeze, bewitching the Supreme Guardian, and bringing seven hundred years of disaster to this world, seemed to be nothing more than a stray dog on the side of the road in her eyes.
“It’s just a Stellaron, a creation of Destruction…” Stelle patted herself.
“I have one inside me, and besides…
I also think catching this thing is easy peasy.” “You guys…
even if we’re confident, it’s best not to underestimate the enemy.” Dan Heng couldn’t watch anymore.
After all, the Cancer of All Worlds still had stats to be reckoned with.
What if they really messed up?
Surely they wouldn’t have to go find Mr.
Yang or Himeko, right?
That would be too embarrassing.
“Thank you, Big Sister…” Clara ran up to Serlin with her bare little feet, her face flushed red.
“Thank you for helping the settlement fix the power supply device.
Otherwise…” “Otherwise…
the residents of the settlement would have a very hard time living there.” “Oh!
My lovely audience, bringing joy to every spectator is the duty of a great magician!” Serlin elegantly took off her magic hat and pulled a flower from it.
“Besides, that was just a casual effort on my part; it didn’t take much energy at all, so there’s no need to thank me.” “Stelle, what did your team and Serlin do?
Why does it feel like Serlin did something incredible again?” March 7th curiously leaned in toward Stelle and started whispering (not really whispering).
Stelle leaned in and whispered mysteriously into March 7th’s ear, “The character Serlin transformed into this time is a bit cursed—no, wait, it’s ‘yin ma’ (cursed to the point of numbness)…
It possesses the greatest mechanism in the world—a brain.” “Huh?” March 7th scratched her head, even suspecting that Stelle was implying something about her.
…
“My directive is to extend the survival of Belobog as much as possible.
According to logical deduction, once the Lower District learns the truth about the Stellaron and charges toward the Overworld: the probability of Belobog’s destruction is 97%…” “But…” Svarog’s voice was dull.
It sensed the Soulium body reinforced by the Honkai Energy power furnace, and the powerful computing power brought by the Soulium liquid computer…
This was strength that could have completely crushed its self from a few hours ago.
It looked at the giggling Trailblazers: “You are the ‘variables’ of Belobog.
Strength unknown, influence unknown.
Once you intervene in Belobog’s future…
Logical calculation: crash.
Future trajectory…
tending toward unknown.” “Unknown is exactly right!” Serlin’s movements were exaggerated, as if performing a profound magic trick.
“My dear audience!
Before the magic show begins, how could I let you guess the ending?” “To be honest, my instincts are telling me to stop you…” Stelle looked at Serlin, always feeling that her character was a bit off.
Otherwise, why could she always feel a black kitten hissing at her whenever she was around her?
‘Could it be my problem?’ As she thought about it, Stelle fell into deep contemplation.
Svarog continued, “Even with my iterated processing core calculations, maintaining the status quo is nothing more than a slow death.” “Then we just charge in!
Take out that nonsensical Stellaron.
Didn’t Stelle say…
that they are Hunters who are particularly good at dealing with Stellaron?” The more Seele heard, the more frustrated she felt.
What did it mean that Belobog was on the verge of extinction without them knowing?
What a joke!
“That’s right!
Leave it to me.
We are the Hunters who are good at dealing with Stellaron…
Uh, seems like something is wrong?” Stelle counted the number of her companions, then said confusedly, “Doesn’t seem like there’s any problem?” “Oh my, I didn’t expect your investigation to be so fast.
Do you all know about it now?” Sampo appeared before everyone, laughing and joking, not treating himself as an outsider at all, although…
everyone here did know him.
“Sampo!?” Seeing the familiar figure, Stelle and March 7th’s faces turned red.
Don’t misunderstand, it was rage-red.
They would never forget the path Sampo took to bring them to the Lower District—a path that was inhumane to the extreme.
Stelle was even more unconvinced.
The level of dizziness was comparable to the Astral Express she turned into (Simulated Universe exclusive), and she would not allow it!
“Wait, wait…
sisters, let’s talk this out, let’s talk properly…
Old Sampo is an honest man, our business is going just fine!” Sampo smiled sheepishly, his little hands restlessly feeling around his body, but he couldn’t pull anything out.
“Stop looking.
You can’t pull anything out right now.
The great magician has interfered with the spatial constants of this area.
Now, don’t even think about running away.” Sampo was completely on the verge of tears.
“No way, Big Sis, is a device of this level really necessary for a small merchant like me?” Serlin smiled but didn’t speak.
This certainly wasn’t prepared for Sampo; it was actually a piece of anti-Kevin weaponry created by Vill-V, a byproduct of manufacturing the Second Divine Key.
Of course…
merely interfering with spatial constants couldn’t cause effective damage to Kevin, or rather…
let alone damage, it couldn’t even act as a speed bump.
But using it here to prevent Sampo from running away was more than enough.
“Although I don’t know what kind of grudge you have, but…
don’t kill him.” Seele just took a glance and didn’t do anything else.
Hilarious, Sampo has been asking for a beating for more than a day or two.
Dan Heng also gave him a deep look.
Hmm…
beaten black and blue by Stelle and March 7th, he looked miserable, but it didn’t even count as a superficial injury.
But after looking for a long time, it still made one feel unsympathetic, so…
Dan Heng chose to close his eyes and not look.
[Image] What does this mean?
[Image] Sparkle with Mommy’s love!
[Image] Kallen: This is heaven!
Otto: What does this mean?
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!