That protagonist is trash; I could do better!

Hall stretched out his finger and drew the primordial runes. The runes were like fire, and suddenly released endless flames that swept in all directions.

Boom!

In the blink of an eye, millions of rats were roasted to a crisp by the flames, and under the sustained high temperature, not even ashes remained. The surrounding walls were scorched a deep red.

"These rats are clearly being controlled by something."

Hall felt a little downcast. He hadn't expected Uruk to have such a person hidden away. Jeanne d'Arc was a first-rate Servant, and Olga Marie, whose soul materialized, was also quite powerful.

"No, the Uruk in the story is the anomaly, as if it were a collection of the best and most virtuous aspects of humanity."

"Light and shadow coexist, good and evil are opposites. Presumably, during the six months before Chaldea came to Uruk, King Gilgamesh was not only fighting against the threat of the three external goddesses, but also sweeping away the darkness within the city of Uruk."

Hall continued deeper into the palace, and before he knew it, even the squeaking of mice could no longer be heard.

Arriving at a spacious hall, a stone pillar, as thick as several people could hug, lay casually on the ground. Hall's demonic eyes gleamed as he looked behind the pillar.

"Waaaaaah~"

The crying gradually grew louder and more piercing; it was the cry of a baby.

A translucent baby crawled out from behind a stone pillar.

Before it could do anything, Hall's Demon Eyes narrowed, and the spirit-like infant instantly turned to stone, then vanished into nothingness.

"A curse set up in the form of a sacrifice is considered a primitive form of magic from the Uruk era."

"They are a group of priests, but not priests of Ishtar."

Hall frowned, a conclusion already forming in his mind.

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Deeper inside the palace, dozens of men in black robes were presiding over a ritual.

The ground is marked with sacrificial circles drawn with human blood. At the center of the sacrificial circles is a huge coffin. The walls are carved with Uruk mythology stories, which upon closer inspection will reveal that they are mostly related to the underworld.

A man in black robes rushed in to report: "High Priest, another intruder has appeared."

"Is that so? Then bring him here. All the conditions have been met, only the last step is missing. There isn't enough blood; we need more deaths!"

"This... cursed trap has been activated but has not stopped the intruder."

Then a man in black robes urgently reported: "High Priest, we have confirmed the intruder's identity; he is an investigator from Uruk City."

"Investigator!?"

"It's that despicable investigator!"

"Kill him!"

"He's the one who ruined our plans!"

"He's the one who eliminated the Grim Reaper we worked so hard to create!"

Chapter 375 Sacrificial Offerings

I don't know when or where.

Olga Marie awoke from a deep sleep, her body aching like never before. Even moving a finger was extremely difficult. As she gradually regained consciousness, she opened her eyes to find herself in complete darkness. She could hear nothing but feel her body pressed against a cold surface.

What happened? Where am I?

Olga Marie let out a soft moan as she retrieved her last memory before regaining consciousness. She was supposed to be exorcising the undead in the underground palace of Uruk. Everything was going smoothly until she suddenly felt her body rapidly weakening and her magic draining away during a battle to eliminate the undead. The last thing she saw was Jeanne d'Arc lying on the ground.

Am I already dead?

Olga Marie was startled. She touched her body and could still feel it, but she couldn't move it.

She sensed that she was trapped in a dark and cramped space.

Olga Marie hurriedly tried to push in front of her, but no matter how hard she tried, it wouldn't budge.

"In that case!"

Olga Marie silently chanted incantations, mentally synchronizing with self-suggestion, but when she tried to cast a spell, she couldn't mobilize any magical power within her body.

"How could that be? You can't use magic tricks!"

Olga Marie froze, then quickly touched her right wrist. The device that connected her to Chaldea was still there, but no matter how she fiddled with it, she couldn't activate it.

I also can't feel any contractual connection with the Servant Jeanne d'Arc.

Finally realizing her predicament, Olga Marie frantically pounded on the surrounding walls and shouted in a panic, "Is anyone there?"

Joan of Arc?

"are u there?"

After shouting for several minutes, Olga Marie's heart sank, and she gradually felt panicked by the cramped space and darkness.

Trapped in a cramped space, with not even a crack to be found, the materialized body of the soul is fixed by some kind of spell, unable to mobilize magic.

A desperate situation.

What if I can't breathe? What if the walls suddenly collapse? Am I just supposed to wait here to die?

"No! There must be another way to escape!"

Olga Marie's mind raced, and she grew increasingly impatient.

Dark and cramped spaces can evoke primal fears in the human spirit, especially when there is no sound.

Such environments have become a method of tormenting the human spirit, frequently used in modern prisons, where even the most hard-willed prisoners cannot endure it for more than a few days.

Moreover, Olga Marie was lying completely immobile in a cramped space resembling a coffin, unable to even perform a simple action like turning over. The only sound she could hear was her own rapid breathing.

"Calm down, you must calm down!"

Olga Marie did the only thing she could do in this environment: silently count down the seconds and calculate the passing time.

But less than an hour later, Olga Marie stopped the timer. This act was like a life countdown, and the longer it went on, the stronger the sense of despair became.

"Someone, please save me..."

Olga Marie weakly pounded on the wall, venting her panic.

After calming down, she recalled her experiences from childhood to adulthood. Finally, the image settled on Hall, the man who had changed her destiny, and she felt a sense of peace.

In this singularity, having lost contact with her Servants and Chaldea, the only person she could think of who could help her was Hall.

The magician who twice saved her from despair in Singularity F, a man as steady and excellent as her father.

It was only then that Olga Marie realized the strong longing she held for Hall.

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In the dark underground palace, the eerie blue ghostly flames illuminated the mysterious ritual taking place. All the black-robed figures turned their gazes toward one of them, awaiting orders.

"How to do?"

The high priest said in a deep voice, "Continue the ceremony. Now is the crucial moment. Using that woman as a sacrifice will surely succeed, but we cannot ignore the king's direct investigator."

The group of people in black robes were talking amongst themselves.

"The opponent is that king's special investigator, who I heard single-handedly stopped the monsters of the North Wall."

“That’s right, some of us have also witnessed its power on the Euphrates.”

"Hmph, as long as they are the king's direct elites, they cannot possibly resist that ceremony."

“That’s right, that’s been proven by those two women.”

"Then lure him there."

“If we offer him to Enkidu, we will surely receive even greater rewards.”

"Then, complete the ceremony and offer Uruk to the goddess!"

"Our souls will find eternal peace."

"May death come, may peace be found, may the soul return to the goddess."

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The underground palace in Uruk is vast, with a total depth exceeding that of the city of Uruk on the surface.

"Automatic target acquisition".

"Guards."

"Detection".

"Sensing magic."

With his eyes closed, Hall summoned the four elemental spirits of wind, water, and fire, which manifested as orbs of light of different colors and explored in four different directions.

Hall once ordered the earth elemental spirits to find the undead that caused the decay curse in Uruk City in the underground palace. That time, because the aura of the undead was strong, it was easy to find them.

This time, we need to find traces left behind by magic.

Soon, the water elemental spirit familiar provided feedback.

"Coordinate replacement".

Holmer chanted an incantation, swapping his physical coordinates with those of the water element, and instantly teleported to a spacious, empty hall, still pitch black.

The magic eye scanned the area and found traces of magic left over from modern magic, as well as a strong aura of the dead.

"A battle took place here."

"Olga Marie and Joan of Arc, their opponents are the dead."

Hall raised an eyebrow: "It's similar to the environment of Kusa City, but not exactly. In time, this place will also become the gate to the underworld."

Click~ Click~

Strange, soft sounds rang out around them. Bones on the ground came together, transforming into either skeletal warriors wielding weapons or skeletal monsters. Their crimson eyes stared at Hall, making no attempt to conceal their covetousness for the living.

Click click click click~

The skeleton warrior's jaws clashed together, producing a crisp sound as if mocking Hall's suicidal act.

The moment they took a step forward, the skeleton's body suddenly stiffened, meeting Hall's demonic eye.

Hall glanced at them, and dozens of undead monsters instantly froze, all the accumulated concepts of death and existence were frozen, along with the sacrificial ritual that had been held here to create the undead.