My bloodline is so eager to improve.

Michael had told him that those inferior extraordinary professions could not be promoted; only by cultivating one's profession to perfection could one have the opportunity to be promoted.

The Pongard before him was trying to gain the approval of the barbarian god Grak through this sacrificial ceremony, and at the same time complete his Scarlet Shaman class.

All this chaos is inextricably linked to the Grandmaster profession.

However, after seeing the Crimson Shaman's attribute bonuses, Otto understood why that grandmaster seemed so powerless when faced with the rebellion of his creation.

Clearly, the advantages and disadvantages of the Crimson Shaman class are too obvious due to the single attribute enhancement.

Just as Otto was pondering, a clearer sob came from the coffin once more.

Otto looked in the direction of the sound and could vaguely see the figure of a girl curled up in the coffin.

Her limbs were a bloody mess, the wounds were already inflamed and rotting, and there were even white maggots wriggling on them.

Judging from the fluffy wolf ears on her head and the bushy wolf tail behind her, she should be the wolf girl that the Delauri giant wolves entrusted Otto to find.

However, besides her, there was another woman tied up next to the coffin.

She was wearing a long dress, and her long, golden hair was messily plastered to her face, obscuring most of it.

Her body trembled slightly, and she looked like an innocent victim, just like them, who had been captured by the shaman in front of her.

Otto had seen the girl at the Adventurers' Guild.

The other person often stands on the bulletin board looking at the requests, but seems to be introverted and rarely interacts with others.

Otto was somewhat surprised, not expecting that this shaman had captured other adventurers as well.

Just as Otto was trying to make contact with the woman to see if there was a chance to escape together, Ponceau's chanting reached its climax.

The blood on the altar suddenly began to boil violently, emitting plumes of black smoke.

The temperature inside the cave dropped sharply, and Otto could even see the white breath he was exhaling.

The totems on the wall seemed to come alive, slowly twisting and emitting chilling roars.

"Gerakan, my god!"

Please accept my sacrifice!

Ponge held his staff high and roared with all his might.

"Give your people supreme power!"

However, at that moment, Tessa, who had been silent all along, suddenly let out a clear laugh.

"It's impossible to succeed."

Tessa's voice was calm but tinged with sarcasm.

"You have no real connection with that barbarian god who has almost disappeared from the world."

Even if you gather all the offerings, it will all be in vain.

Upon hearing this, Pongard jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and roared:

"impossible!

Pontard will succeed!

"Pongard will definitely obtain Grak's power!"

The shaman in front of him was clearly provoked by Tessa's words, and he actually called out his real name at the crucial moment of the ceremony.

Otto could clearly sense that the magic around the altar had instantly become chaotic, greatly interfering with the effectiveness of the ritual.

"Of course I will succeed!"

Poggard was still smugly saying this, completely unaware that he had made a fatal mistake.

"When I was a child, I accidentally called my teacher by the wrong name."

It was because of that one syllable difference that I became connected with Grak!

Since then, Grac has become my only support; he has guided me to where I am today!

Tessa's face showed a hint of surprise as she listened to Pongard's words.

She clearly hadn't expected that these shamans would connect with that ancient barbarian god in such a comical way.

The moment Pongard gave his answer, Tessa, who had been firmly chained, suddenly moved.

With a slight twist of her wrist, she effortlessly snapped the heavy iron chain, as thick as an adult's arm, as easily as a noodle.

Immediately afterwards, she raised her hand and delivered a swift elbow strike, which landed squarely on Pongard's face.

Before Poggard could even let out a scream, he was sent flying backward like a tattered sack, his face slamming hard against the cold rock wall with a dull thud.

The barbarian warriors who rushed forward to protect the shaman were instantly defeated by the woman before them.

Her movements were as fast as lightning, and every strike accurately hit the enemy's vital points.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen strong barbarian warriors fell to the ground, unconscious.

Even that scarlet withered wood spirit was completely torn to shreds by her!

Immediately afterwards, Tessa slowly raised her hand, grabbed her face, and ripped it off.

She peeled off a thin, cicada-wing-like human skin mask, revealing a completely different face underneath.

It was a tight and cold face, with skin as white as snow, a high nose bridge, and pale cherry-pink lips.

Eileen's emerald green eyes were like a summer forest, full of vibrant life, but at this moment they also carried an undeniable cold and dignified air.

Eileen snapped her fingers lightly, and the ordinary arm armor she was wearing suddenly began to move.

Countless silver-white metal fragments spread out from the arm armor, quickly combining and piecing together to form an exquisite and sturdy silver-white armor.

The armor was covered with intricate and mysterious runes, which shimmered with a sacred golden light under the flickering firelight.

"Damn it, I thought it was that demon who told you the name Grak, but I didn't expect you to have guessed it yourself. This is too absurd!"

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Eileen flexed her wrists and said with a hint of disdain:

"It's really embarrassing. All my hard work in acting in this play was for nothing."

But oh well, at least I gained something.

At this point, Eileen turned around, waved the alchemical artifact in her hand at Otto, who was bound to the stone pillar, and a playful smile appeared on her lips:

"So, young man, isn't it interesting?"

Seeing this, Otto wasn't particularly surprised.

He had sensed that Tessa was acting strangely today.

Eileen slowly walked up to Otto, taking out some healing materials from a lining of his armor as she leisurely explained:

"This incident is too dangerous for Tessa to be involved in."

So after discussing it with Maika, I rented this alchemical item from the Shattered Dragon Blade team and had Una reforge it.

Now, with just a small amount of the target's blood, I can perfectly mimic her appearance.

Upon hearing this, Otto simply nodded and said:

"I think I've figured it out."

The 'Tessa' just now behaved completely differently from usual. Considering the alchemical item that could transform into other people that was obtained from the Dragon Slayer Blade, it's not surprising.

So you came here to find out what these shamans are up to?

Looking at the unconscious shaman Pongard pressed against the rock wall, Otto had already guessed Irene's purpose.

"more or less."

Eileen said this as she cut the rope binding Otto with her dagger.

"I need to find out exactly where the ritual site where they called Grak is. Only by destroying all the ritual sites can this matter be completely resolved."

And I also need to know exactly how they got in touch with Grac.

Honestly, at first I really thought it was some kind of demon at work; who would have thought it would be for such a ridiculous reason?

Just as Eileen was about to say something, the blood on the altar suddenly began to boil violently again.

In the midst of the turmoil, a massive black vortex appeared.

An ancient and malevolent aura emanated from the vortex, as if some terrifying being was about to descend.

In the center of the altar, the blood-filled Grak mark slowly began to grow its own flesh and blood, and a huge, bloodshot eye slowly opened.

Eileen was not surprised at all.

After all, the ceremony was already more than half successful. If she hadn't interrupted in time, Grac's clone might have actually descended into this world.

"That's right."

Eileen's tone suddenly turned icy, and her armor emitted a dazzling golden light.

"I disguised myself as Tessa just to wait for this moment."

Do you think people know about your slander?

The God of Law and Judgment has already seen through your sins!

Before she finished speaking, Eileen raised her hand and drew the longsword from her waist.

It was a longsword formed entirely of holy light, its blade gleaming with a dazzling golden light.

She pointed her longsword at the top of the cave and chanted loudly:

"I swear by my blood and my soul to summon the god of Callum for punishment!"

In an instant, the entire cave began to tremble violently.

Suddenly, the rock at the top of the cave split open, and a dazzling golden beam of light descended from the sky.

This beam of light contained incredibly pure divine power, and it actually cleaved the entire Silverfrost Mountain Range, along with the entire cave.

A golden beam of light pierced straight into the center of the altar. A spear formed from pure holy light appeared within the beam, carrying a world-destroying power, and fiercely stabbed at the Grak mark that was materializing.

"No!"

Pongard let out a desperate scream.

He struggled to his feet and raised his staff to defend himself.

But how could a mere second-rank shaman possibly withstand the divine power of the Spear of Judgment?

Boom!

With a deafening roar, the entire altar was instantly blasted to pieces.

Stone chips and blood flew everywhere, and the barbarian warriors who had not yet escaped were instantly turned to ashes by the holy light.

The wicked Pongard and his tribal warriors didn't even have time to fully utter a scream before they were completely reduced to ashes by the power of the Spear of Judgment, leaving not a trace behind.

"Phew, we can call it a day now."

Eileen let out a long sigh of relief, and the golden light around her slowly dissipated.

She turned around and walked towards Otto, slowly explaining as she untied the last bit of rope from his body.

"This hemp rope is made from a forbidden material passed down by shaman tribes. It can restrain the flow of magic power, which is quite magical."

"Alright, we should leave now; this place is going to collapse soon."

However, just as Eileen relaxed her guard, a sudden change occurred.

A sharp claw covered in purple bone suddenly emerged from Eileen's back and pierced her chest without warning.

Sharp claws burst from her body, stained with warm blood, which dyed Eileen's silver-white armor red.

Eileen looked down in disbelief at the claw that had pierced through her chest, her golden eyes filled with shock and confusion.

"who?"

Eileen turned around with difficulty and looked at the person behind her.

The result, however, surprised her.

That's the woman who was tied to the coffin earlier!