Another arm reached into the tent, and Sere frowned. The visitor's skin was a little dry, and there were large and small scars, as well as fine hairs. Compared with the previous delicacies, this was simply unpalatable.

Fortunately, Sere is not a picky eater.

"I estimate he can score three points at most."

Sere took a deep breath, and when he opened his mouth to bite, he quickly raised his arm, grabbed Sere's throat, and pulled him out of the tent.

"I'm going to die! I'm going to die!"

The sunlight hit Sere, and he screamed hysterically. In the chaotic light, Sere saw the face of the visitor clearly, and his expression became stiff.

"Next...good afternoon, Nathaniel."

Nathaniel looked at the burning Sere and sighed, "You are actually still alive, Sere."

Sere showed a slightly embarrassed smile, and then Nathaniel threw Sere back into the tent. He fell to the ground and rolled quickly, extinguishing the flames on his body.

"Go away and do what you should do," Nathaniel dispersed the blood donation team, "Don't you see that this Night Tribe is full?"

Nathaniel turned around and said, "Why, are you so happy today?"

"Of course," Serei wrote in big letters on the ground, "I finally got rid of that nightmare, how can I not feel relieved?"

Sere sat up, "Speaking of which, Nathaniel, you should be happy too, right?"

Nethanil fell silent, looking away from Sere's body and looking at the rugged and ferocious ruins of the royal city.

"Holt was seriously injured. He may be disabled and have soul scars," Sere sighed. "It is indeed regrettable that a brand-new Glorious One's period of strength is so short, but..."

Nethanil looked at the sky above the ruins of the royal city. A figure stepped on the suspended gravel stairs, waving his hands casually like an orchestra conductor. Then a tearing scream came from the earth, and the cooled molten material collapsed one by one, forming

The tons of boulders seemed to have escaped gravity and broke free from the shackles of the earth.

"But you have gained a new Glorious One," Sere sighed, "and an immortal Glorious One."

Nathaniel squinted his eyes, the figure was against the light, and all he could see was a dark silhouette.

"It's more than that, Sere."

Nathaniel suddenly said, "He is not only an immortal Glory, but also our overlord who belongs to the Bureau of Order."

overlord?

Serei was stunned by this word. Even though he had been away from the world for a long time, Serei also knew that usually this word only refers to one person in the extraordinary world...

The scarlet pupils widened a bit, and Sere came back to his senses at this moment, looking at Nathaniel in astonishment.

"You...succeeded?"

Sere's mind went blank. Looking at the figure in the sunshine at this moment, Sere never thought that he was still burdened with such a mystery, and that he was always under his nose.

Nathaniel did not respond to Sere's words, but left him with a meaningful smile.
Chapter completed!