Possess orc, beastman or Warcraft bloodline, with purity not less than 7%.
Possess wind bloodline with a purity of no less than 7%.
Warlock rank ≥ Early rank 6
Physical attributes ≥ 45
Agility ≥ 55
Hunt down at least one tier 6 sea monster (Leviathan) and perform a sacrificial ritual.
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If all the above conditions are met, after the sacrifice ceremony is completed, advancement will be 100% successful!
As the bloodline advances, it is also purified.
After the advancement is completed, all irrelevant bloodlines will be purified.
For example, Allen advanced to Behemoth with his beastman bloodline.
The characteristics of the beastmen can still be retained, but the bloodlines of the poison demons and ogre wizards do not belong to the same lineage as the Behemoths and will be purified.
Without the poisonous demon bloodline, Alan lost his bone spurs and poison glands.
Having lost the blood of the ogre wizard, he no longer had the ability to regenerate and the anti-magic barrier.
Especially his regenerative physique, which is his greatest reliance in defeating Kraken and Sky Behemoth. Without this trick, he would be dead in the bones!
Alan absolutely cannot accept losing these precious abilities in order to advance!
From this moment on, he strengthened his belief.
What the hell is this advancement?
My bloodline is my ancestor!
On the premise of retaining one's own characteristics, constantly integrating foreign blood and learning from others' strengths to overcome one's own weaknesses is the right way to practice!
"System! Deducing the conditions and success rate of fusing the Blue Sky Behemoth bloodline!"
Alan whispered in his mind.
The Taotie system started working immediately.
After a while, the deduction results were given.
The conditions for bloodline fusion are roughly the same as for advancement.
The only difference is that the last item of sacrificing the enemy is changed to injecting at least one unit of the blood essence of the Behemoth.
A careful analysis reveals that the two are fundamentally different.
The conditions for bloodline advancement are all rigid constraints. If any one of them is not met, successful advancement will be impossible.
The conditions for blood fusion are soft constraints. If any one of them is not met, the success rate of fusion will only be reduced.
The problem is that the success rate of bloodline fusion is much lower than that of advancement!
The higher the level of the bloodline, the harder it is to fuse!
Alan wants to fuse the blood of the Behemoth, but even if he meets all the above advancement conditions, the success rate is only about 50%.
If the fusion fails, the result will be blood decline and loss of potential at best.
In severe cases, the blood vessels will collapse, the cultivation will be completely wasted, and the life will not last long.
What's more, he hasn't fulfilled all the conditions yet!
The rank is not up to standard.
There is no wind bloodline.
In terms of attributes, the physique and spirit are up to standard, but the agility is poor!
Including the 10-point bonus from the atavistic form, there is still a shortfall of 6 points!
In Allen's current state, if he were to forcibly fuse the Blue Sky Behemoth bloodline, the system's deduction would result in...
The success rate is less than 20%!
If the fusion fails, it may lead to bloodline collapse.
Alan shook his head slightly.
He doesn't want to gamble with his life.
"System! Can I spend my potential to increase the success rate of blood fusion?"
The response given by the system made him feel mixed.
Yes, but the cost is quite high, at least 30 potential points are required!
He could afford 30 points of potential, but he was reluctant to give it up.
If you want to save potential, you must try your best to meet the prerequisites.
It is too difficult to reach the required rank, so let’s not consider it for now.
As for the attributes... they can actually be improved by "eating".
Special ingredients that improve agility attributes are hard to find.
However, in addition to eating special ingredients, taking drugs can also achieve the same effect.
Alan made up his mind and got up and went downstairs.
I ordered a drink at the bar on the first floor of the castle and asked the butler:
"Mr. Mi Rui, I want to discuss a deal with you."
"Of course I welcome business when it comes to me."
A vivid smile appeared on the butler's mithril-carved face.
"What do you want from me, young man?"
"Light and Spiritual Holy Medicine, level 1 to 3, each one." Alan said calmly.
"Wow, that's a big deal!" Miri whistled exaggeratedly, "Alan, I can provide the potion you need, but what can you give me?"
Alan took out the blood bottle from the storage bag and placed it on the bar.
Mi Rui picked up the blood bottle, a faint blue light flashed in his eyes, and he seemed to be identifying the three blood essences stored in the bottle.
"A high-level winter wolf blood essence. Not bad."
"A portion of deep sea squid blood essence, top quality stuff!"
"Huh?! Why is there this..." The butler pushed up his glasses, "Am I seeing things? The blood essence of the Behemoth?!"
The butler's surprised expression made Alan secretly feel fortunate.
It was a wise decision not to take out the blood essence of Kraken and Sky Behemoth right away.
The butler's gaze shifted to Alan's face.
"Young man, would you mind telling me where you got the Behemoth Bloodline Essence from?"
Allen took a sip of beer and replied with a smile: "Sure, but you have to pay for this valuable information."
The butler's mouth twitched.
He had always been the only one who collected money from trial participants and sold information, but this was the first time the other way around.
Alan Panthers, this guy is quite interesting and worth paying close attention to!
"Young man, I asked you about this matter without any profit, just to satisfy my curiosity. You are charging me for it, isn't that too much?"
Alan shook his head and chuckled: "Mr. Miri, it is because of curiosity and exploration of the unknown that civilization has been able to progress. In my opinion, satisfying curiosity is probably the most luxurious consumption in the world."
The corners of the butler's mouth couldn't help twitching again.
"Well, young man, tell me this, add the three blood essences, and pay me 1,000 magic stones, and you can get what you want."
Alan considered it for a moment and shook his head slightly.
"Mr. Mi Rui, your price is too high. It's unreasonable."
"I'm sorry, you should know that I don't accept bargaining here."
The butler shrugged and spread his hands, with a smile that showed he was sure of his victory.
"Young man, you have to think clearly. You can only buy those medicines from me."
"It's a monopoly product, there's only one of its kind, so it's natural that the price is a little higher."
"That's not necessarily true."
Alan took back the blood bottle and no longer was threatened by the profiteer.
"Mr. Mirui, can I borrow your notice board?"
"Uh...what do you want to do?"
The butler had a bad feeling.
"I will post a notice to auction these three blood essences in the restaurant on the first floor of the castle tomorrow morning, open to all trial participants."
"The other trial participants have been exchanging potions with you these days. Maybe they would be willing to exchange their surplus potions with me for the blood essence of the Behemoth and the Deep Sea Squid."
"These two blood essences belong to no one else except me. As Mr. Miri said, this is a one-of-a-kind business. It's reasonable for me to set the starting price a little higher, right?"
"You kid..." The butler didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Put aside the auction for now. There is something I can't figure out."
"Behemoth blood comes from a hidden secret realm. Currently, no one can get it except you. However, deep-sea squids... any trial-taker can go to the Polar Undersea Temple to hunt them. How come they have become your exclusive product?"
Allen took a sip of his drink, smiled and said, “That’s a good question, but I can’t answer it for free.”
The butler took a deep breath, and his index finger, which was holding his glasses, could not help but tremble.
If it weren't for the rule in Origin City that housekeepers are not allowed to beat trial-takers, I really wanted to grab this kid by the collar and slap him hard!
"Okay...Alan, let's talk about our previous business."
The butler forced a smile on his face.
"Three blood essences in exchange for three potions, plus answering two questions I'm curious about."
"In addition, you have to give me one thousand magic stones." Alan stared at the butler and said.
"Are you kidding? That's not what you said at first!"
Mi Rui was so angry that he couldn't help but raise his voice and could no longer maintain his gentlemanly demeanor.
"Unfortunately, you rejected my initial offer." Allen smiled faintly, "By the way, what I want is one thousand wind attribute magic stones. Don't fool me with ordinary stuff."
By fusing with the Behemoth, Alan will gain wind bloodline and use wind-attribute magic stones to assist in his practice, making his meditation more efficient.
Mi Rui took off his glasses and rubbed his jewel-carved eyes.
When he raised his head, his expression returned to normal.
"Young man, if you can satisfy my curiosity first and give me a satisfactory answer, we can make the deal as you said."
"Okay!" Alan nodded readily.
"The first question is, I found an orc ruin near the coast in the Warcraft Mountains. There was an altar inside, which caught my attention."
"The Ogre Wizard ancestor spirit that I merged with happens to be able to read the runes on the altar..."
"The second question is, the six deep-sea squids guarding the Polar Undersea Temple were unfortunately all killed by me."
"If anyone wants to hunt this sea monster, they may have to try their luck somewhere else."
"Mr. Mi Rui, look at your face... Could it be that there are only these six deep-sea squids in the entire trial space?"
The butler raised his hand to his forehead and remained silent for a long time.
“Alan…”
"Mr. Mirei?"
"Has anyone ever told you that... you are a wicked boy!"
"How is that possible?" Alan was surprised. "Everyone praises me as a kind person!"
The housekeeper sighed deeply, looking as if he had given up on treatment.
He took out the potion that Alan needed, plus a thousand wind-attribute magic stones, waved his hand, and signaled him to get out!
Alan slowly checked the potions, counted the magic stones, and put them into his storage bag.
"Mr. Mi Rui, I also have a curious question about you. If you mind, or want to charge me, I won't ask it."
"Go ahead and ask, you bastard! You really know how to keep people in suspense!"
"If you want blood essence, why don't you go to the trial space and collect it yourself?"
"With your ability, shouldn't it be easy to capture the mere essence of Behemoth blood?"
Mi Rui burst out laughing.
"Alan, why do you think Origin City arranged a construct like me to be the housekeeper?"
"Because we are constructs, we follow the rules better than you humans."
"Don't forget, I was created by humans. Even if I have wisdom, I cannot violate the prohibitions instilled by the creator."
"How can making deals with trialists and collecting monster blood essences benefit a cold golem like mine?"
"It's nothing more than the master's mission."
"As for bargaining with the trial-takers during the transaction, it is not a pre-written rule."
"You can think of it as me trying to have some fun in my boring job and make myself seem more like a real person."
"I see, Mr. Mirui, thank you for your free answer."
The butler's words reminded Alan of the famous "Three Laws of Robotics .
The Enlightened Construct, as an "intelligent robot" in the fantasy world, seems to be designed to follow similar rules.
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After saying goodbye to the butler, Alan returned to the second floor.
Pushing open the door, a glowing curtain appeared in front of me.
Pass through the luminous curtain and teleport directly to the secret realm of space.
A manor house, nestled between lawns and streams.
Alan and his relatives and friends live in a quiet manor.
Most of the time every day, they either meditate and practice alone in their rooms, or go out together for trials.
Alan returned to his bedroom and injected three doses of "Light Holy Medicine", which increased his agility by a total of 6 points.
Taking into account the +10 agility of the ancestral form, it just reaches the minimum standard for fusing the bloodline of the Behemoth.
Now, Alan only needs to spend 17 points of potential to successfully fuse the bloodline of Behemoth with 100% success!
In fact, there is still room for further optimization.
For example, he could first fuse the bloodline of a wind-type creature to obtain the characteristics of the wind element subspecies, and then fuse it with the Sky Behemoth, thus saving some potential energy consumption.
However, everything should be done in moderation!
The wind bloodline that Allen is interested in must be at least level five, and there are very few types that match his own bloodline genealogy.
Even if you find the right one, fusing this wind bloodline will cost you potential!
Time is precious, and Alan is too lazy to bother, so he would rather spend a little more potential and get it done in one step!
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Meditation world.
In an age of great disasters, the war between the gods and the ancestors is finally coming to an end.
The former main battlefield, the Warlock World, has been ravaged by war and is in ruins.
The biggest threat to terrestrial life, including humans, comes from the dramatic climate change caused by the melting of polar glaciers.
Who is the culprit that caused this world-destroying catastrophe?
The gods and their believers pointed their fingers at the ancestor of the sorcerers.
They accused the ancestors of using legendary magic to melt the polar glaciers, detonating countless volcanoes of all sizes from land to the seabed, opening a portal to the water elemental world in the sky, and causing heavy rains like waterfalls, fueling the great flood that submerged the world.
Because floods are more terrifying than wild beasts, they can more efficiently slaughter believers of the gods and weaken the source of the power of faith.
Regardless of whether these accusations are true or not, judging from the results, natural disasters did help the warlock ancestors overthrow the rule of the gods.
Today, the main battlefield between the gods and the ancestors has shifted from the human world to the kingdom of God outside the sky.
On the flooded land, the surviving terrestrial creatures are still struggling.
However, not all creatures were afraid of the flood.
The sea monsters, led by the Leviathan clan, were overjoyed at the arrival of the great flood.
Thanks to the spreading torrents, the sea monsters' territory extended from the deep sea to the former continent.
In contrast, the Behemoth, the arch-enemy of the Leviathan clan, had to struggle to survive before the catastrophe came.
A tribe of Behemoths, led by a wise elder, embarked on a difficult journey to escape.
The beasts' destination was a cave on top of a mountain.
It is said that deep in the cave leads to a secret space.
By entering the secret realm, you can avoid the rising flood and find a place to stay.
After several years, when the flood receded, people came out to rebuild their homes.
The plan sounds reasonable, but in order to reach the secret realm, one must first cross a strait that blocks the way.
Many sea monsters are lurking in the strait, waiting for their enemies to come and seek death.
The Behemoths do not have the technology to build an ark.
Most of them cannot swim, and even if there is no harassment from sea monsters, it is difficult for them to cross the strait which is dozens of miles wide.
Fortunately, in addition to ordinary Behemoths, this tribe also has a few elemental Behemoths.
The elder himself is an 8th level "Earth Behemoth".
If he wanted to escape alone, it would not be difficult for him to dive across the strait directly.
The Behemoth in the tribe can also transform into a big roc and fly directly to the other side of the strait.
However, in order to save the majority of the tribe members, the elemental behemoths were willing to stay and live and die with the tribe.
The key to the success of the cross-sea escape lies in the Glacier Behemoth.
Twelve glacier behemoths transformed into giant snow-white wolves and waded forward side by side.
The cold current spewed out of the mouth froze the sea water and formed a thick layer of ice.
The ice reflected the sunlight, forming a shining road across the channel behind them.
The rest of the Behemoths followed closely behind, moving along the ice.
The Raging Behemoth is a rare amphibious subspecies in the tribe.
Transform into a whale and escort on both sides of the Ice Crystal Avenue.
Stop the sea monsters that are trying to cause destruction from approaching this path of life.
The Behemoth turned into a roc and acted as a transport plane. It picked up the lighter cubs and flew across the strait to the other side.
Repeating this process over and over again consumes a lot of physical energy.
But everyone is persisting and racing against time to transport the goods back and forth.
By dusk, most of the Behemoths had successfully crossed the strait.
Just when I was about to breathe a sigh of relief, a dark cloud floated in the sky.
An atmosphere of terror engulfed the place.
The Leviathan clan, although called sea beasts, actually has some amphibious subspecies.
High-level sea monsters can even fly out of water!
Hanging high above the strait at this moment is an 8th-level poisonous dragon!
This monster looks like a giant purple-scaled python and has no limbs.
The head is like a dragon, and behind the ears extend a pair of organs that look like dragon wings, flapping from time to time.
The dragon does not fly by relying on these wing-like ears.
The ability to ride the wind is a supernatural ability that one is born with.
The poisonous dragon swooped down and easily shattered the ice crystal road across the strait.
The Behemoths that had not yet reached the other side fell into the water and struggled in despair.
Four Sky Behemoths rushed over and besieged the poisonous dragon!
However, they are still too young.
Four against one, they are no match for the terrifying poisonous dragon.
A poisonous dragon breath sprayed over, and he instantly lost his senses, and even his consciousness became blurred. He spread his wings and circled instinctively.
Plop!
A Sky Behemoth had its wings torn by a poisonous dragon and fell into the sea.
In a blink of an eye, it was submerged by the waves.
He could no longer feel the coldness of the sea water, suffocating and sinking in the whirlpool...
A sea snake took advantage of the opportunity and swooped in.
It entangled the roc that fell into the water and bit its prey's neck with its fangs.
As he lay dying, Behemoth's consciousness was replaced by another soul.
The resentment and pain of the ancestor's spirit before his death were reflected in Alan, making his soul tremble!
After the fusion of the ancestral spirit, the poison resistance of the "Taotie System" takes effect immediately.
Unexpectedly, the poison resistance of level 8 was unable to completely purify the toxins in the body.
Level 9 poison?!
Alan groaned inwardly.
Leviathan family, the higher the rank of the sea monster, the stronger its toxicity.
Level 8 Poison Dragon, usually possesses level 8 toxin, which causes the poisoned person to permanently lose his five senses and is highly contagious.
Level 9 Leviathan toxin is not only more contagious, but can also deprive the victim of his "intuition (sixth sense)", making him become a vegetable.
At this moment, Alan felt his intuition declining and his thinking became increasingly slow.
It seems that the poisonous dragon that raided the Behemoth tribe is not far from being promoted to level 9, and the toxin it spews is particularly fierce.
Allen's level 8 poison resistance cannot make him immune to level 9 poison, but it can still provide some resistance.
In the end, he only retained his intuition and thinking ability, and lost his vision, smell, hearing, taste and touch!
Alan lost all his five senses, was entangled by the giant snake, and dragged into the deep sea.
The sharp fangs pierced his neck, causing him to bleed continuously.
If it were someone else, they would just close their eyes and wait for death.
Alan did not give up his effort to survive!
For him, intuition is enough!
Silently activate "Detect Toxin"!
Qi sensing!
He has telepathy!
The combination of the three skills surpasses the five senses and forms a clear extracorporeal image in Allen's mind!
Detects toxins and replaces vision, allowing him to know that he is being entangled by a highly poisonous creature.
The Qi sensed countless magical threads emitted from the body, replacing the sense of hearing and touch, outlining the outline of the sea serpent.
He had telepathic knowledge and could detect what the sea serpent was thinking at the moment.
Even though it was just wild thoughts filled with killing and appetite.
"Bite hard!"
"Bite to death this big bird that came to my door!"
"Drain his blood and have a feast!"
Orochi's thoughts were ridiculous to Alan.
In a flash, he activated the three-phase phantom.
The seriously injured and dying blue roc turned into liquid and flowed out from the mouth of the big snake.
Snap!
The sea serpent's fangs missed its target and it was stunned and at a loss.
The behemoth Alan returns to flesh and blood.
With the help of Qi sensing, the head of the big snake was accurately captured.
The electric claws fused the broken bones and exploded, pinching them hard.
boom!!
The sea water exploded and lightning flashed.
The snake's head was crushed on the spot.
Alan switched to liquid form, drifted with the waves, and landed on the beach.
At this time, he had fulfilled the wish of his ancestors and escaped death.
By ending the practice here, I think I can achieve perfect meditation.
But Allen didn't want it to end like this.
From the perspective of future generations, this exiled Behemoth tribe was ultimately doomed to disappear in the dust of history.
Otherwise, why did Alan's ogre wizard ancestors have no idea where this tribe had gone, and why had they never heard of their descendants leaving the secret realm and becoming active in the world after the flood had receded?
However, Allen still did not give up.
Even if one cannot change the fate of their ancestors, at least one must witness with one's own eyes how these behemoths came to their end.
Alan, who is blind and deaf, transforms into a roc and flies at a low altitude.
The Qi sensing, like the countless cilia radiating from the body surface, detected the air currents and obstacles in the air, allowing him to avoid the oncoming mountain in time.
The detection range of the Qi sensor is certainly not as good as Dapeng's sharp vision.
Alan didn't dare fly too fast.
Along the way, he detected many toxin reactions.
Of course there are sea monsters causing trouble, but there are more poisoned behemoths.
The giant beast, having lost its five senses, fell to its death in the muddy salt marsh.
With the help of his telepathy, Alan felt the pain and despair of the monsters.
He once thought about landing to rescue, but finally gave up the idea.
His blood has been used to detoxify in the past, and it has always been effective.
Now that I can’t even get rid of the toxins in my own body, how can I save others?
Injecting the Behemoth with blood containing a highly toxic substance would only aggravate the poison.
Alan followed the trail all the way and entered the cave where the secret realm was located.
At the end of the cave, there was a lingering smell of Leviathan toxin and blood.
The Qi is sensed, eliminating the interference of messy footprints on the ground, and depicting the complex lines and ancient runes carved on the stone.
These patterns and runes together form a teleportation array leading to the secret realm.
laugh!
Alan swung his claws and cut his palm.
Blood dripped onto the magic circle.
"Ancestors, please protect your descendants..."
Alan prayed silently.
Before the rise of the Church of the Gods, all races in the world, including humans, orcs, behemoths, and Leviathans, worshipped their ancestors as gods.
Those ancient times were the first golden age of the Warlock family.
However, with the rise of various universal religions that transcend races, the clan system based on blood relations gradually disintegrated, and primitive ancestor worship also declined.
Both Behemoth and Leviathan belong to the very few ancient races that have not converted or been baptized and insist on traditional ancestor worship.
This stubborn persistence caused them to be classified into the camp of the ancestors in the war between the ancestors and the gods.
A common camp can only bring about a temporary compromise, but cannot completely resolve the feud between the two ethnic groups.
In the early stages of the war, the two tribes could barely stick together for warmth due to the pressure of survival.
By the end of the war, victory was certain for several sides.
The common enemy has been defeated, and Behemoth and Leviathan are becoming more and more disgusted with each other.
Old hatreds come to my mind!
A vengeance that lasts a hundred generations can still be avenged!
If you insist on ancestor worship, you must avenge the ancestors who died at the hands of your enemies.
Revenge for evil will continue, and the feud will snowball.
The feud will not be resolved until one tribe is completely extinct.
Blood and prayers activate the magic circle.
After a trance, Alan was teleported into a secret realm.
There was a full moon hanging in the night sky, illuminating the outline of distant mountains and casting grey silhouettes on the earth.
The night wind brings a faint scent of flowers, but no roars of animals or chirps of insects can be heard.
There was deathly silence in the secret realm, and the atmosphere was extremely weird!
Alan walked towards the valley ahead, releasing his Qi and activating his telepathy to detect the movements around him.
Along the way, my mood gradually fell to the bottom.
The birds and animals living in this paradise collapsed to the ground, breathing weakly.
These weak creatures have been infected with Leviathan's poison, have lost their senses, and have lost the ability to find food and make a living.
The dying birds and animals are filled with pain and despair.
All these negative emotions were fed back into Alan's mind through telepathy.
It's like a thicker and thicker haze that won't go away.
Alan's will gradually failed.
In order to avoid a mental breakdown, he had to turn off his telepathy.
Alan couldn't see it with his eyes, but he knew it in his heart.
The Behemoths hid in the secret realm , but did not find peace. Instead, they implicated the creatures in the secret realm and brought disaster to them.
With the last glimmer of hope, Alan went deep into the valley.
The Qi sensing has detected hundreds of Behemoths.
To be precise, they only detected the body outlines of the giant beasts, but did not sense the breath of life they emitted.
Groups of giant beasts sat at the foot of the cliffs on both sides of the valley, with their arms around their knees.
They collectively turned into cold stone statues.
why is that?
With doubts in his heart, Alan walked quickly between two rows of giant stone statues.
Until the end of the valley.
The great elder of the Behemoth clan sat alone on the top of the cliff.
This powerful 8th-level Earth Behemoth has also been petrified.
Alan's heart sank!
With staggering steps, he approached the stone statue of the elder within a hundred feet, and immediately activated the "devil's mouth" mark on the statue.
"Welcome home, kid..."
The great elder's low voice came from the stone statue.
"What I am going to say next is what I want to leave for future generations."
Alan listened silently, his heart beating fast.
Among the fleeing Behemoths, many were addicted to drugs.
After entering the secret realm, the Leviathan toxins lurking in the body erupted one after another and spread wildly!
Now, the entire secret realm has become an epidemic area flooded with toxins.
The Behemoths were infected with the poison, lost their five senses, and waited to die.
In order to continue the flame of life, the Great Elder took advantage of the fact that he could still suppress the poison and used his last resort.
Trigger the 9th level magic "Petrification Badge" to petrify all the tribesmen.
Including himself.
The behemoths turned into stone statues and stopped their physiological activities.
Free from poison and hunger and thirst, enter a long hibernation.
In the last paragraph of Demon Mouth’s message, the Great Elder prayed to the ancestral spirits with a glimmer of hope.
Hopefully, by the time the flood recedes, future generations will have mastered the method of curing Leviathan's toxins.
Come to the secret realm, un-petrify them and wake them up.
Yet Alan knew that there would be no descendants.
The giant beasts sleeping in the secret valley are the last documented Behemoth tribe in the history of the Warlock world.
In the Bloodline Galaxy, Alan could hardly find any Behemoth ancestors that were born later than the Great Flood.
The moment the Great Elder activated the "Petrification Badge", the Behemoths had already become statistically extinct in the wild.
Including the ancestral spirit that Allen merged with.
In real history, he should have died in the mouth of a sea snake long ago.
Allen reversed the fate of the ancestors, but was unable to save the race that was doomed to extinction.
The night is long.
The valley was silent.
Alan sat by a bonfire with his arms around his knees.
Guarding the secret realm alone, accompanied by the cold stone statue of a giant beast.
I deeply felt an unprecedented loneliness.