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Chapter 118 An Absurd Answer? (Third Update, Please Subscribe)

Seeing Tessa's calm demeanor only fueled Otto's curiosity.

What exactly is the other party planning to do?

As Otto pondered, Poincaré's chanting grew increasingly rapid.

He suddenly pointed his staff to a corner of the cave, where a coffin made of black wood sat, its lid coated with sealing wax and engraved with strange runes.

The coffin lid was lifted a crack, and a faint whimper could be heard from inside.

"Oh, right, my people, and that little wolf cub, that grandmaster!"

Ponge said with a hearty laugh, his tone full of satisfaction.

"Once I complete the Scarlet Shaman's hierarchy and the ritual is successful, I can extract her soul and use it as my Wild Spirit!"

With her power, I can tear apart all my enemies and unite the entire southern tribes!

As Ponge spoke, the pseudo-magical ape in Otto's mind suddenly issued a series of urgent prompts, and information flooded into his consciousness like a tidal wave.

[Analysis of the Magical Ape's Bloodline Imprint on Glock Completed]

[You have absorbed information on a Tier 1 Extraordinary Profession: Spirit Summoner]

[Tier 1 - Transcendent: Spirit Summoner (0/6)]

[Class Spell: Summoning]

[Effect: Allows the user to form a contract with a soul, creating a special illusory space within the sea of ​​consciousness, capable of containing ghosts, vengeful spirits, and other undead entities.]

[When a practitioner reaches the pinnacle of their cultivation, their spiritual attribute will be greatly enhanced.]

[Imitation Magic Ape Class Evaluation: Perfect]

The Magic-Phantom Ape analyzed the information about the Crimson Shaman.

[Tier 2 Grandmaster: Crimson Shaman (0/11)]

[Class Spell: Soul Touch.]

[Effect. Can brew ghosts into a solution with a powerful impact on the soul, used to attack or enhance oneself.]

When an employee reaches the pinnacle of their spiritual practice, they can significantly enhance their mental and intellectual attributes.

The evaluation of the Magic-Imitation Demon Ape is: Good.

Otto looked at the information flashing through his mind and finally understood.

Clearly, the shaman in front of him was referring to supplementing his own Crimson Shaman class level when he mentioned supplementing his own.

Micah had once 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 man before him, Pongerd, wanted to use this sacrificial ritual to gain the approval of the savage god Grak and to complete his Crimson 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 single attribute boost makes the strengths and weaknesses of the Crimson Shaman class too obvious.

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 had begun to fester and rot, and there were even white maggots wriggling on them.

Judging from her fluffy wolf ears and bushy wolf tail, 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, covering most of it.

Her body trembled slightly, making her look like an innocent victim, just like them, captured by the shaman before her.

Otto had seen the girl at the Adventurers' Guild.

The other party often stood on the bulletin board looking at the requests, but seemed to be introverted and rarely interacted with others.

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

Just as Otto was trying to establish contact with the woman to see if there was a chance to escape together, Poingard'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 his own breath in the air.

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

"Gerakan, my god!"

Please accept my sacrifice!

Ponge raised 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 and that barbarian god who has almost disappeared from the world have no real connection at all."

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

Upon hearing this, Poincaré jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on and roared loudly.

"impossible!

Poincaré will succeed!

"Pongard will definitely be able to obtain the power of Grak!"

The shaman before him was clearly provoked by Tessa's words; he actually called out his real name at the crucial moment of the ritual.

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!"

Poincaré continued to speak freely, completely unaware that he had made a fatal mistake.

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

It was that one syllable difference that connected me with Grac!

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

As Poingard spoke, Tessa's face showed a hint of surprise.

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

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

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

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

Before Poungard could even let out a scream, he was sent flying 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 in front of 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 human skin mask as thin as a cicada's wing, revealing a completely different face underneath.

It was a taut 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, yet at this moment they also carried a cool and dignified air.

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

Countless silvery-white metal fragments spread out from the arm armor, quickly combining and piecing together to form a set of exquisite and sturdy silvery-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 some demon had told you the name Grak, but it turns out you just guessed it yourself. That's ridiculous!"

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