Those who reincarnate must die.

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The Great Altar is a facility found in the altars of every plane, used for holding large gatherings, most commonly for hero selection. (Google search for more information)

However, this time, the Si tribe used the grand altar because of a genuine and unexpected event.

At the seventeenth altar, a total of eighteen heroes, including the altar master Slessi, have lost contact!

Moreover, it takes place in the "operating room" world, which is highly valued by the Si tribe!

For the Si clan, the top priority is to enable the entire clan to grow limbs through modification. Compared to simply completing tasks to earn points, the improvement of limbs for the Si clan as a whole is the greatest. Therefore, they have invested a great deal of resources in this world, monitoring the reincarnators working in that world in real time, and will not allow any mistakes to occur!

Therefore, apart from the four altars inside Sunset Fortress, all twenty-six remaining altars and more than six hundred reincarnators gathered at the Great Altar. For a time, everyone discussed what had happened, and the Great Altar was filled with discussions.

"Hiss, this lineup... There weren't this many people at the last hero selection, were there?" Red Spot's gaze swept over the altars one by one, and finally landed on Altar Number One.

Standing at the very front of Altar No. 1 was a tall, thin, and dignified elderly member of the Si tribe.

"It's still Okalis. Wasn't Grandmother Sith supposed to be coming?"

"They've arrived..." The master of the eleventh altar stared intently at the first altar. As the last flame lit up, a massive figure appeared in the center of the first altar!

It was a gigantic Si clan member, more than twice the height of an ordinary Si clan member. Unlike the slender figures of most Si clan members, this Si clan member had an extremely large body, with dense and thick scales. Its skin, due to gravity, was drooping and squeezed into layers of wrinkles, exuding a kind of weathered beauty.

The moment this figure appeared, all the members of the Si clan present stopped whispering and bowed in unison toward the first altar, saying, "Grandmother!"

Grandmother Sith slowly walked to the front of the stage, raising her slender arm, which seemed somewhat disproportionate to her plump body: "No need for formalities, hiss... You've probably all heard the reason I've gathered everyone here today. Our project in the 'Operating Room' has been obstructed by the Shen Clan, and now the Seventeenth Altar has been completely cut off from contact..."

Although the news had already spread, the fact that it came from the great-grandmother made it far more shocking than any rumor.

The master of Altar No. 6, a member of the Si tribe with black and white stripes, asked, "What method did the Shen tribe use to instantly cut off all contact with everyone at the altar?"

"To be precise, it wasn't an instantaneous loss of contact..." The reply came from Okalis, standing beside his great-grandmother: "Our calculations and tracking confirm that of the eighteen people at Altar Seventeen, four first lost vital signs, and then, ten minutes later, the signals of the remaining fourteen, including the altar master, simultaneously disappeared. Now, to better monitor the 'Operating Room' world and buy time for rescue and counterattack, we have synchronized the altar's time with that world."

"If necessary, we even plan to use the unique fire enhancement, the Rainbow Bridge, to directly open a portal connecting the altar and the 'operating room' to provide full support. However, the Rainbow Bridge can only be used once, so it's better to save it unless absolutely necessary."

"Are there any other clues?" The one who asked was the altar master of altar number twenty, a golden-haired member of the Si clan.

"When Altar Seventeen was attacked, there were more than a dozen sacrifices undergoing modifications at their base," Okalis said. "These guys managed to escape, and I brought them to the Great Altar..."

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and more than a dozen flames ignited in the center of the altar. A group of Si people with missing limbs appeared, looking as if their transformation had been interrupted before it was fully completed.

The offerings looked very nervous, and Okalis offered a few words of comfort, using the gentlest possible tone to get them to tell him everything that had happened.

"The specifics... hiss... we can't quite explain it either..." one of the all-black offerings stammered, "We were undergoing modification surgery in the culture medium when suddenly the entire nest started shaking, like an earthquake... Then, we clearly felt the temperature rising, and we heard a series of noises from above... Then Lord Slessi urgently interrupted our modification process and sent us back to the altar..."

"So, when you left, Slessi and the others were all alright? All eighteen of them were there?"

The black offering nodded.

"Is there anything else to add?"

The sacrificial offerings pondered for a moment, then one of the Si tribe members, whose body was marked with rings of blue spots, said, "I have enhanced hearing. When the tremor occurred, I heard a roar coming from above..."

"What kind of roar was that?"

The sacrificial offering from the Si tribe cleared its throat and mimicked, "The great Vandigal has descended! Tremble, you insects!"

"Vandigaro? Is that the name of some Shen tribe hero?"

The blue-striped offering shrugged, indicating that that was all he had heard.

Based on this limited intelligence, the Si tribe heroes began to speculate about their opponents.

"Can it induce earthquakes and raise temperatures? Is it an environmental modification ability?"

"It might be using a unique prop, a weather controller."

"But isn't the weather controller in the hands of the Ugly Clan?"

"Perhaps the holder of the Ugly Clan card died and rolled back into the prize pool?"

"I think it's more like a combined effort from multiple masters of the elements. The earth elementalist triggered the earthquake, collapsing the insect nest, while the fire elementalist set fire to the insects, hence the earthquake and the extreme heat!"

"To be able to trigger earthquakes and even cause the underground core to feel the temperature rise, how powerful must this elemental master be? Is it worth the Shen Clan going to such lengths for a world on the verge of destruction?"

"Do you think it's possible that it was simply a natural disaster? An earthquake combined with a volcanic eruption?"

"How do you explain Navan Dijon?"

"Perhaps the offering misheard?"

"I absolutely didn't hear wrong!" the blue-striped offering hurriedly protested. "My hearing enhancement is extremely rare; I heard it perfectly clearly!"

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Everyone chimed in with their opinions, but in the end, it was the great-grandmother who spoke.

"If we don't use the Rainbow Bridge, what other methods do we have to get someone to the 'operating room'?"

Okalis replied, "Then we'll have to use mission-specific enhancements. We've been collecting them as needed, and our current stock is enough to support two altars heading to the 'Operating Room'!"

"Then let's send two altars first," the old woman nodded. "The only information we have so far is that the enemy has the ability to trigger earthquakes and manipulate fire. Kasien of the Ninth Altar is quite adept at dealing with this..."

Then, the old grandmother looked at the ninth altar and asked, "Are you willing to go?"

Kasien, a strong Si tribesman with a yellowish-brown coat, nodded: "Yes, Grandmother!"

"As for the last one..." The old grandmother's gaze swept over everyone as she began to consider.

At that moment, the master of Altar Number Three's expression changed. "How could this be?"

"What happened?" All the Si clan members looked at Number Three, a bad premonition rising in their hearts.

Because Altar No. 3 is the main altar in charge of the "Operating Room," and the situation in the operating room is monitored by them!

The third altar master examined the badge, impatiently flicking his tongue, and after a few seconds of confirmation, he said:

"Altar number twenty-seven has also lost contact!"