Game Transmigration: Saving the World Again 1000 Years Later (ON-HOLD)

Chapter 5: Genius and Stumbling Demon

Translator: CKtalon

The altar consecrated the statue of the Lady of Starvation, Camilla.

It was a sickly female statue made of colorful fungi. From afar, it looked like a rotten tumor or something else that made one uncomfortable.

However, if one took a closer look, one could sense a certain sinister beauty in it.

“I lost contact with two pieces of debris in that ruin.”

The demon sitting under the altar and staring at the goddess statue suddenly spoke.

It was a fat monster that resembled a mountain of flesh. It held a rusty dagger in its hand, and its head had twisted horns like dry branches. It was very tall, and it was much taller than ordinary male adults while still sitting. It was deformed, and its entire body was covered in strange sarcomas. Its skin was covered in festering and rotten marks.

“Do you want to take a look?”

The person who replied was a man in a gray cloak. He sat on the other side of the altar and held a lead-colored staff.

His figure could be considered muscular, but he looked very thin when compared to the demon beside him.

“It’s unnecessary. The best time for the anchoring ceremony is soon upon us. As long as this body’s contract is completely anchored in the depths of your soul, my range of movement won’t be limited by this altar. When that happens, whether this place is discovered by the others won’t affect our subsequent actions,” the monster with the rusty dagger replied in a dull voice.

“When the time comes, I can even use the people from the town at the foot of the mountain as a sacrifice before I leave.”

“Don’t be too ostentatious, Psoriasis,” the gray-robed man warned.

“Even if the churches in Blackwater Province are significantly weaker than the other places in the empire, causing too much commotion will still attract the Seal Temple’s investigation. When that happens, it will affect our master’s plan. Nobody benefits from it.”

“Speaking of ostentatious…”

Perhaps dissatisfied with the other party’s attitude, the monster named Psoriasis narrowed its eyes.

“That can’t be more ostentatious than selling the ruins map of the Grief Mountains to the Offa University students, right? Although the ritual requires fresh sacrifices, aren’t you afraid that the parents of one of the missing will hire a high-level adventurer team to search the mountains? Let me remind you we tricked students from a noble institute of higher learning in the name of archaeology for them to be our sacrifices? Or are you still brooding over your expulsion from Offa University back then, David Obis?”

The gray-robed man named David Obis only replied emotionlessly to the demon’s provocation, “Most of the archeology students study healing and Shadowraze spells, which are more compatible with the sacrificial blood you need. Moreover, they are stupider, easier to deceive, and easier to deal with than an adventurer team. That’s all.”

Psoriasis grinned and was about to say something when his expression suddenly changed.

“The barrier I set up outside the Scar of Sorrow has been destroyed?”

“Really?”

David’s expression changed slightly.

Psoriasis closed his eyes and sensed it before nodding.

“That’s right. It was cracked from a single point, and it’s collapsing now.”

“Is the destruction of the barrier coming from that ruin?” David asked in a deep voice.