"His Highness Beckett, there is a large amount of life energy reaction ahead."

Nine Realms, Midgart.

After following the old man in a gray cloak for forty-three minutes, Beckett and his group finally arrived at the tribe mentioned by the old man.

A human settlement that looks large in scale.

The young man in charge of guarding the tribe at the gate of the tribe respectfully saluted to the old man in front of Beckett and others. Under his deception, Beckett, Hela and theother respectfully invited Beckett into the tribe.

The wide road was lined with stalls, and the bartered people filled the tribe with vitality.

"Mom! I want to eat that!!"

"Hey! Don't run around, you naughty boy!!!"

“……………………”

The noisy environment made Beckett frown, and it was not until after the old man walked into the cave where he lived that the expression on Beckett's face improved a little.

"Are you the leader of this tribe?"

Although he didn't have much time at Midgart, Hela still guessed his identity from the previous respectful attitude of the bust man to the old man.

"Yes."

After returning to the cave, the old man trembled from the bottom of the stone bed to dry the snacks he had left for his grandson and placed them on the stone table, lowering his posture as much as possible to ensure that he would not be beaten to death by Beckett like his previous friend.

"I will go out and ask someone to prepare for the new altar, please wait."

He promised Beckett to summon the old demon god of different latitudes without sacrifice to the Yuan-Devouring Beast and walked out of the cave tremblingly, and his figure gradually disappeared from the sight of Hela and Beckett.

"Do you really believe what he said?"

Since entering this tribe, Hela, who always felt something was wrong, stared at the old man's back completely disappeared into the corner, then turned around and asked.

【Um?】

【Why did I eat it?】

Hela, who was still thinking about something wrong, looked at Beckett, who was holding the snacks in his mouth, and his eyes kept twitching.

【Does the starving ghost be on the upper body?】

"No, I don't believe a word." Seeing Hela's eyes approaching, Beckett didn't care about pulling all the plates loaded with snacks in front of him.

Seeing that Beckett was so delicious to eat, the orange cat lying on his shoulder shrugged his nose, and his two pink front paws spread forward to ask for food at Beckett, but Beckett ignored it.

“Meow~”

The orange cat opened its mouth, patted Beckett on the shoulder with his right paw, pointed to the dried fruit on the plate with his left paw, and then pointed to his own mouth.

"I just want to see what confidence he has to come here." Beckett, who has absolutely confidence in his current strength, wouldn't want this old man to do anything so that he can vent his vent.

I vented the nameless fire that had been locked up for 30 days and moved my muscles and bones.

"Meow!"

Seeing that Beckett still ignored him, the jealous little orange cat planned to go directly.

However, as soon as its front foot jumped off Beckett's shoulder, a red tail immediately wrapped around its body and put it back on its shoulder.

“??????!”

The struggled orange cat could only accept his fate with his head hanging down, looking at Beckett who was still talking and eating, his mouth became more and more greedy.

"And, what I want to know more than this is what happened to that supreme wizard."

Beckett, who poured the last bit of dried fruit into his mouth and chewed it, squinted his eyes, and the handsome man who called himself Cuba appeared in his mind.

"I don't know, I have given the information to Heimdal, but he hasn't replied to me yet." Hela naturally chose to report the major events involving the Nine Realms as soon as possible.

But unfortunately, it has been more than forty minutes and nearly fifty minutes, and Heimdal still hasn't replied.

Click!

As soon as Haila finished speaking, several cracks suddenly appeared at the bottom of the cave.

"Come?"

Beckett, who had just finished eating the dried fruit, threw it casually, and an energy bomb had blown the upper half of the cave into gravel and spread around.

Bang!!!

The splattered stones dispersed the formation of the tribe warriors, and flesh and blood flew everywhere, and life passed one by one.

"Everyone! Get ready!"

"yes!"

The young and middle-aged men who had already prepared some things took the position of the deceased one after another, pinching the seal in their hands, and repeating the obscure and difficult spells in their mouths.

The magic circles of all sizes appeared under Beckett, Hela and theother's feet.

"His Highness Beckett, he detected a large number of magical creatures gathering."

Woz, who transformed into a lens and attached to Beckett's right eye, immediately gave the energy curve chart of these magic circles.

"Is the magic creature similar to the four people before?"

Becket squinted his eyes and recalled the four figures summoned by the old man.

boom!!!

Before he finished speaking, strange figures appeared on the magic arrays in the entire tribe.

"attack!"

The old man, whose beard was still stained with blood from his companions, waved his hand, coughed, and issued an order.

Whoosh!

Whoosh swosh swosh!!!

Without even Beckett taking action, Haila, whose countless weapons were floating behind him, raised his hands, and everyone in the tribe was stabbed in the same way!

"Um?"

"What's going on?"

Under Hela's gaze, all the figures that were stabbed into red sand turned into red, and then resurrected and condensed a new body.

"Tsk, is it another annoying regeneration magic?"

Hela snorted coldly, which reminded her of bad memories when she was in Wat Alheim.

Memories of being locked in [Artificial Underworld] by Malekis.

“It’s useless!”

"[God] gives us strength! How could you understand!"

The old man who also condensed into adulthood after the sandification opened his hands and a monster with flapping wings jumped out of the magic circle in front of him.

The white feathers fall down and fly with wings!

"Get out of the way." Beckett, after chewing the dried fruit, pushed Hela away in front of him, and the energy in his hand condensed.

"The Demon God is leaving quickly..."

"The Demon God is leaving quickly..."

"The Demon God is leaving quickly..."

Just as Beckett was about to take action to make the group of people unable to melt the sand, a sound full of energy resounded over the entire tribe with the storm rising from the east.

The green magic energy emerged from the harsh sun. Everyone in the tribe fell weakly under the spells, and wisps of black mist appeared on their bodies.

"Catch it up!"

"Very good!"

"Hey! Are you okay!!!"

A man wearing a silver-bottomed and gold-edged mage robe walked from the east of the tribe and hung on the nameplate on his chest. The avatars of Beckett and Hela were particularly conspicuous under the sun.

“Eh?”

“Hey?!!!”

The man who hurried into the tribe suddenly froze when he saw Beckett and Haira's faces!
Chapter completed!