Wing Demons and the Stolen God's Grace Technique

On the Island of Mist, a series of balloon-like objects shot into the sky from atop the ritual workshop, disappearing into the distance with a resounding "Whoosh!"

Lan stood inside the workshop, his gaze fixed on the fading shadows.

"No... no... this method won't work," he muttered. "It's too difficult to control and lacks longevity."

Pacing in circles, Lan's expression was a mixture of deep contemplation and growing frustration.

"Perhaps the direction is wrong?" he pondered. "Yes, that must be it. The direction is incorrect."

Lan had been fixated on creating a flying tool that could harness the wind's power to soar effortlessly through the skies. The Trilobite Men now ruled the land, while the People of the Abyss commanded the seas. On land, carts raced across the terrain, and ships rode the waves of the ocean.

But the sky remained unconquered.

No less enticing than any living being, it remained mysterious and alluring.

His first thought had been of the ancient Sky Beasts. He had created spherical objects that propelled themselves skyward by expelling air. But this method proved unsustainable, even with the use of supernatural powers.

This approach was unfeasible without the mythical blood of the Ruhe beast, which, vast and deep as the ocean, allowed for boundless expenditure of inner power.

However, such a method contradicted Lan's original vision of enabling ordinary people and low-ranking priests to take to the skies.

"To fly through the heavens," Lan mused. "Is it truly just a dream for our people? Is the sky meant only for the mightiest of beings?"

Lan left the ritual workshop and took a solitary walk along the beach. Suddenly, he noticed a little girl playing by the water's edge.

The child held a small, flat stone in her hand, tossing it towards the sea surface while shouting,

"Plop! Plop!"

The tiny stone skipped across the water's surface, appearing to take flight.

Lan's eyes lit up with sudden inspiration. He approached the girl and took the flat stone from her hand.

He examined it carefully before tossing it out over the waves.

The little girl pouted, eyeing Lan warily. Realizing that Lan's attention was entirely focused on the stone and not on her, she picked up another flat stone from the ground, preparing to skip it across the water once more.

Lan, a scholar like his teacher Sandean, became utterly oblivious to his surroundings when deep in thought, his ability to concentrate intensely and think critically unmatched.

In his mind, he was still in the workshop, surrounded by his students and assistants.

"Another one," he muttered. "Let's try another one."

Lan's eyes remained fixed on the sea, his hand reaching behind him.

Once again, he snatched the stone from the little girl's hand and tossed it out over the water.

The child stared at Lan in disbelief, then burst into tears. She turned and ran towards the distant castle, wiping her eyes as she fled.

Lan remained oblivious, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Borrowing force? Gliding?" he exclaimed. "That's it!"

"Wind is unpredictable, difficult to control—it's the power of nature and the world itself."

"Trying to completely control it is futile. We need only to adapt to it and harness its power."

Lan felt exhilarated, reveling in the sensation of having found the right direction.

Meanwhile, the little girl, her eyes brimming with tears, ran to the first classroom on the left side of the castle's ground floor. Class had not yet begun, and the students were gathered, chatting amongst themselves.

The classroom was abuzz with activity.

Spotting a familiar face, the little girl burst into loud sobs.

"Big sister!" she cried. "There's a bad man outside stealing my things!"

The classroom erupted in a flurry of shocked exclamations. Students couldn't believe someone in the Temple of Truth would stoop so low as to bully a small child.

"Who is it?"

"There's someone like that in our Temple of Truth? Stealing from a child?"

"It must be one of those older students. We need to teach them a lesson."

A group of angry students rushed to the shore, only to find Lan, dressed in his sage's robe. They stopped in their tracks, suddenly awkward.

A few of the leaders recognized Lan from a distance: "It's the Sage."

They whispered among themselves: "Why is Lord Lan here?"

The large group of priest apprentices looked around, then asked the little girl,

"Where's the bad person?"

"Where are they?"

"Where's the shameless bully who picked on a child?"

The little girl ran to the shore, pointing at Lan and shouting,

"It's this bad man! He stole my things!"

Seeing everyone's gaze fixed upon him, the great Sage of Truth, Lan, felt his face flush with embarrassment.

"I didn't steal anything," he protested. "I was just looking, just looking."

"How can looking be called stealing?" Lan's composure faltered as he scrambled for words, his usually calm demeanor cracking.

"Your stone skipping is quite impressive. It gave me a great inspiration," he said. "I've decided to reward you with an opportunity to enter the temple and learn divine techniques, as compensation."

The students exchanged bewildered glances.

It was the first time they had heard of someone being rewarded for skipping stones.

Having said this, Lan hurried back to his ritual workshop, eager to resume his experiments.

Now that Lan had grasped a crucial concept, he abandoned his previous methods.

In the days that followed, Lan tried one approach after another, constantly modifying his flying tool.

Finally, he created something that satisfied him.

It was a triangular frame covered with coarse cloth, which Lan called a flying tool.

In reality, it was nothing more than a large kite.

Lan's students looked at the big kite with skepticism.

It was neither a divine tool nor did it possess any supernatural power. Its structure seemed so simple—how could it possibly fly?

"Teacher!" one student exclaimed. "Can this really fly?"

Flight.

In the eyes of all Trilobite Men, it was a sacred act.

Even if one didn't use mythical powers to unravel the secrets of the sky, surely it would take more than a piece of cloth and a few broken frames to soar through the heavens?

Lan led several students out of the workshop, instructing a small stone monster cart to drag the flying tool towards the cliff.

"Let me show you how it will carry me into the sky," he declared.

The students were even more shocked: "It's supposed to carry a person too?"

Another student spoke up: "Teacher, perhaps I should try it first. If you were to fall from the sky..."

Lan, seeing his students' lack of faith, replied irritably, "Even if I fell, it wouldn't kill me."

The students responded, "We're more concerned about the Sage of Truth losing face!"

Although Lan appeared young, he was actually quite old.

By Trilobite Man standards, he could be considered a little old man.

Hearing his students speak to him this way, his stubborn nature flared up.

"You little brats, you dare question your teacher?" he scolded. "When have I ever done anything without being certain? This time, I will definitely fly."

As Lan and his group reached the top of the cliff, the castle below erupted in excitement.

"The Sage is going to fly! He's up on the cliff!" A group of priest apprentices who had received the news immediately rushed into various classrooms, shouting.

"The Sage is going to fly!" The cry echoed from every classroom doorway.

"Everyone, come quickly and see!" Priest apprentices poured out of their classrooms.

"Has the flying tool been created?" Lan's plan to create a flying tool had been in progress for a long time. The daily explosions in the sky had made many of the older priest apprentices aware of this project.

"Is it really that impressive? If this succeeds, doesn't it mean we'll be able to go to the sky too?"

The entire Temple of Truth was in an uproar. Priest apprentices from the first to the sixth floor descended the stairs.

Teachers, students, and even ordinary workers living on the island all rushed to the main road and square outside the castle, looking up towards the cliff.

The Temple of Truth had no clear hierarchy or sense of superiority between ranks, only teachers and students.

Rather than superiority, there was mutual respect between them.

This relationship and model could be seen in the way they interacted at this moment. Perhaps it was this relaxed, unrestrained environment that allowed so many talented priests to emerge here.

The crowd gathered below to watch the spectacle.

Some used telescopes to look up, while others employed divine techniques to observe.

Everyone quickly realized that the so-called flying tool was just a piece of cloth attached to a frame.

"Can this thing really fly? How is that possible?"

"Won't the Sage just fall straight down from the cliff?"

"That's impossible. Lord Lan is a God's Grace Priest. His noodle brain monster puppet can fly using mental power."

"I think there must be some hidden secret we can't see. How can we judge the Sage's creation with our limited understanding?"

"But this looks like something we can see right through at a glance!"

In the crowd, Vivien, who had recently enrolled and was still unfamiliar with many things, stood holding her sister's hand. She was currently studying first-rank mental priest techniques.

"What's a God's Grace Priest?" she asked.

A nearby priest apprentice answered, "A fourth-rank God's Grace Priest."

"They possess true mythical power, transcend the limits of lifespan, and exist as if they were God's apostles."

"To put it simply and directly, all of us here combined are no match for Lord Lan alone. By the time we've all died of old age, Lord Lan will still look as young as he does today."

"In terms of the essence and form of life, we and the God's Grace Priests are two completely different existences."

Vivien was utterly astonished. She looked up at the figure on the cliff top.

"Can Trilobite Men really become such powerful beings?" she wondered in awe.

After lengthy preparations on the cliff, Lan finally grasped the large kite and leaped from the high point.

At first, there was a slight instability, but as the wind caught it, the kite soared upwards.

All eyes were instantly drawn to the spectacle. The instructors on the cliff could even hear the sound of the wind whistling through the coarse fabric.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The Sage of Truth, Lan, piloted the large kite, not only flying farther but also becoming more stable as he went.

The instructors and students below, who had been holding their breath, let out a collective sigh of relief. Their tension dissolved into cheers and shouts.

"He's flying!"

"He's really flying!"

"It's amazing! How can he fly with just a piece of cloth and a few metal frames? What's the secret?"

Everyone could see through the structure of this "flying tool" at a glance, and it appeared incredibly simple.

Those with strong practical skills among the crowd were already pondering how to create their own flying tools.

"Does this mean we can fly too if we make one like this?"

"It looks simple, but there must be secrets we haven't discovered. It can't be that easy to succeed."

"The Sage is truly remarkable."

The temple's instructors and students on the ground chased after the direction the Sage of Truth had flown. Lan, looking down at the island's scenery, couldn't help but smile.

Lan made a full circle in the sky. Although he didn't quite manage to control his landing point and ended up in the sea, he immediately walked gracefully across the waves back to the base of the lighthouse.

His students gathered around him: "Teacher, you've succeeded!"

Lan waved his hand dismissively, as if it were nothing: "I told you I would succeed."

As they were speaking, the sun in the sky suddenly grew brighter.

Everyone looked up to see streams of light descending from the direction of the sun.

The light fell into the large kite.

The originally rough-looking kite immediately began to change.

Its lines became softer and more pleasing to the eye, and it grew slightly larger.

On the back of the fabric, symbols resembling wind appeared, making the whole thing look much more beautiful and mysterious.

"It's the light of miracles."

"A new Miracle Tool is about to be born."

Although all the students knew about the existence of Miracle Tools and had seen another one before, this was the first time they witnessed the birth of a Miracle Tool right before their eyes, experiencing the entire process.

Lan was also excited.

He had seen two Miracle Tools before: the "More Than Just a Compass" and the "Magic Wheel House," but he still wanted a Miracle Tool of his own.

This tool might not be as powerful, but it carried the fruits of his research and was a recognition of the laws themselves.

It was not just a Miracle Tool, but also the embodiment of his dreams and his exploration of truth.

He touched his Miracle Tool with his hand, and immediately a stream of information entered his mind.

【Miracle Tool: Wings of Wind Control】

【Sequence Number 6】 (Just pushing Elena's compass down a notch.)

【The first flying tool created by Trilobite Men, it's a miracle of wind control, wings for soaring the blue sky; when you operate it, you can control the airflow within 100 meters to form a wind domain.】

Lan immediately understood the power of this Miracle Tool.

This meant he could constantly control the airflow to increase flight speed, and take off from any location at any time. This flying tool was no longer limited by any terrain.

Moreover, the power to control airflow, with further research, could achieve more unexpected effects.

In these days, Lan had focused all his attention on his flying tool.

At the same time, he was also researching the so-called wind domain power.

Every day, one could see figures riding flying tools soaring into the sky from the cliff and ritual workshop.

Day and night.

On this day, Lan was thinking about how to improve his flying tool.

"Knock knock knock."

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door of the ritual workshop, and a few hired workers opened the large door.

It was one of Lan's students who entered.

This was a third-rank seal priest specializing in the cultivation of small stone monsters, and also an authoritative instructor in the temple on the subject of monsters.

The ritual workshop was very spacious, with various flying tools ranging from several meters to over ten meters in length displayed inside.

Of course, Lan's Miracle Tool, the Wings of Wind Control, was also there.

Lan glanced at his student, not paying much attention: "Why are you here? Has something happened with the students and teachers again?"

Lan's student replied: "No, teacher."

"This time I've come for my own matter."

The student came before Lan and took out a scroll.

Lan looked at him and took the scroll. "What is this?"

Upon opening it, it read:

"On the Method of Cultivating and Manufacturing Flying Monsters."

Lan's expression changed slightly, his gaze becoming serious as he looked at his student.

Before Lan could express his opinion, the student immediately presented his ideas: "Teacher, I had this idea after seeing you create the flying tool."

"If we use this method to create a type of monster that can fly, to become a tool for riding and transportation."

"This way, it will be much more convenient for us to travel between the sea and land in the future."

Lan's expression was not good; he had never been fond of the existence of monsters.

"Have you considered the risks?"

The student immediately replied: "But we're not creating and cultivating monsters for the first time, these risks can be controlled."

"We can coexist with stone monsters through the Spirit Realm Covenant, we provide them with a living environment, and they provide us with power. Isn't this a good model?"

"Teacher!"

"This is a huge step forward for us Trilobite Men!"

"We can completely conquer the blue sky. Flying tools are one thing, but flying monsters can also become our tools."

The student looked at the flying tools nearby: "Your flying tool is good, but there's only one Miracle Tool, and for ordinary use, it's not that practical."

"You know this, which is why I've seen you constantly thinking about how to improve it these past few days."

"But if we use its principles to create flying monsters, and then cultivate them in large numbers."

"In the future, we Trilobite Men will have true flying tools."

At this point, the student brought up another significant example to persuade Lan.

"The stone monsters left behind by Lord Sandean have now become an important transportation force, witnessing the name of the Sage."

"Why can't newly emerging monsters do the same?"

While Lan no longer held the same level of hostility and fear towards monsters as before, he still maintained a cautious attitude towards the monster race.

He didn't immediately agree with his student, only saying, "I need to think about it some more."

The student knew his teacher well, and he knew that Lan had already begun to waver in his former thoughts.

Lan's wariness of monsters was rooted in the traumatic experiences of his teacher Sandean's death and his encounters with the fire demon Haru.

After bowing, the student withdrew.

But his scroll was left behind.

In the ritual workshop, everyone looked at Lan.

"Lord Sage," one of them ventured, "should we continue with our work?"

Lan had been exploring the so-called flying tool improvement plan these days, indeed without much progress, and he was ready to take a break.

"We're done for today, everyone go home and rest!"

The hired workers and other priests in the ritual workshop bowed to Lan and then dispersed to return home.

Lan stayed alone in the workshop, looking outside through the window.

A new large ship pierced through the mist and arrived at the dock. Several small stone monsters pulled carts with three compartments, running quickly on the smooth road, delivering supplies unloaded from the ship to various ritual workshops.

Lan mused to himself, "Indeed, monsters have evolved. They're no longer the uncontrollable threat they once were. Now, they've become a manageable and relatively safe source of power."

After much hesitation, he finally decided to give it a try.

The next day, he called his student and changed his "flying tool improvement plan" to "cultivation and manufacture of flying monsters."

The practical path of flying power was officially on track.

Lan asked his student: "Have you thought about what divine technique imprint to use as the core to create this monster?"

"How will this power be combined with flight?"

For example, stone monsters were created with the pottery divine technique imprint as the core, while fire monsters were the crystallization of the fire element divine technique imprint.

The seal spirit formed by the divine technique imprint was the most crucial.

The student had already thought it through: "For flight, the monster's body must be light enough."

"I plan to use the bone ritual to build the body of this life form, but its mythical bloodline will use the seal spirit formed by the void divine technique imprint."

"This way, a light body combined with the power of the void imprint will be enough for it to soar through the blue sky."

Lan nodded: "There are still a few seal pottery dolls left by the teacher, we can remove the pottery divine technique imprint and replace it with the void imprint."

"However, we don't have many of these left, so we need to use them sparingly."

With the launch of the new plan, the entire Temple of Truth sprang into action.

Several of Lan's students, as well as the most elite third-rank seal priests in the temple, were gathered to join the experiment of creating flying monsters.

Creating monsters wasn't difficult; the challenge lay in designing their form reasonably. This form, combined with power, should allow them to fly effortlessly.

One of the instructors also put forward his own ideas and opinions: "There's also reproduction."

"Stone monsters and fire monsters reproduce by splitting after maturity because they don't have fixed forms."

"But this time we've set the flying monster's appearance and life form to be fixed, so we should also consider its method of reproduction."

"This way, we'll be able to skillfully cultivate other flying monsters in the future."

After discussions, they began to manufacture the shell of the new monster.

This time, there were no major failures.

Most of the work was in the initial preparation, as the later stages of monster creation had already been perfected.

However, the various flying monster bodies created through rituals piled up in the ritual workshop, looking like a mountain of corpses.

Without the final step, they couldn't yet be considered living beings.

It took over a year to finally determine the body of the flying monster.

In the ritual workshop, everything was ready.

This was a huge monster. Its trunk looked like a transparent flesh worm covered with beautiful patterns, with a layer of hollow bone armor on the outside.

Inside its body, a mysterious gas seemed to surge.

The gas emitted a mysterious light.

A pair of foldable wings, when spread out, transformed into giant wings for soaring the blue sky.

From a human perspective, it looked like a glowing snake with strange white bone wings.

The ground was covered with intricate patterns, with ritual arrays on the outer circle. Lan stood at the front, surrounded by more than a dozen third-rank seal priests forming a circle.

Today was the day to officially create the monster.

Lan and his team were about to turn this shell into a living being, creating a new type of monster.

The first race to fly in the sky was about to be born.

A student asked Sage of Truth Lan, "So what should we call this flying monster?"

Lan had already thought about it: "Since the Miracle Tool calls this way of flying 'wings', let's call it Wing Demon!"

One fourth-rank God's Grace Priest and more than a dozen seal priests released their most powerful forces together.

A fierce storm of mental power surged, affecting even the clouds in the sky, which began to rotate.

The light of the ritual surged, rushing out from every crack of the workshop.

Inside the workshop, everything turned into a blazing white.

After an unknown amount of time, a piercing screech erupted from the light.

"Hiss!"

With the screech, several glass gas lamps on distant buildings shattered, and even the pebbles on the ground began to tremble slightly.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The sound of wings flapping could be heard across the entire Island of Mist.

Accompanying the sound of flapping wings, people outside saw a terrifying monster shadow burst out from above the ritual workshop, circling in the sky.

The huge shadow cast on the ground brought a strong sense of intimidation to the Trilobite Men. Even some low-ranking priests felt involuntary fear upon seeing the shadow of the terrifying monster.

The true Wing Demon had appeared.

The Sage of Truth, Lan, and more than a dozen instructors now all stood on the Wing Demon.

The Wing Demon's wings, fully spread to over thirty meters, had holes in the bone wings that could spray gas when flying.

When ascending, the Wing Demon could spray gas to ride the air currents.

At other times, it would glide on the wind.

Under the shocked and incredulous gazes of everyone in the Temple of Truth, the Wing Demon spread its wings and flew away.

It began its first flight.

Lan and the temple instructors rode it towards the distance, while also verifying the power of this newborn monster.

At this moment, not far from the Island of Mist, on a ship that had been docked in the Sal Domain for half a month.

This was a cargo ship that had been docked at the unloading island port of the Sal Domain for a long time.

The reason was that the buyers from the capital had not yet arrived, so it had been lingering in the port.

In the cabin, a priest knelt on the ground.

In his hands, he held Haru's magic bottle, which imprisoned a small bone man.

However, compared to the small bone man trapped in the bottle, the one outside seemed more like a servant.

The small bone man suddenly opened his eyes. He sensed the commotion on the Island of Mist and watched as Lan and the instructors rode the bone demon away.

"The Sage of Truth and more than a dozen instructors have left the Island of Mist together. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

The priest holding Haru's magic bottle immediately pulled out the stopper and spoke with reverence, "My lord, please proceed."

As the magic bottle was opened, a cloud of dust-like smoke rushed towards the distance.

The smoke ignored the mist of the Island of Mist and bypassed the lighthouse's surveillance.

It seemed extremely familiar with this place.

It rushed directly to the back of the castle. Taking advantage of the Island of Mist's most vulnerable moment, it broke into a palace gate hidden within the mountain.

A bone demon in the shape of a Trilobite Man stood before the great door, its body emitting strange vibrations.

The stone statues on both sides of the door simultaneously looked at the bone demon, scanning it for a moment. Their eyes glowed, awaiting the secret spell.

The bone demon recited the secret spell, and the statues immediately opened the palace gates.

As soon as the door opened, the bone demon rushed inside.

Lan, who was riding the bone demon soaring into the blue sky and following the white clouds far away, suddenly sensed something.

He immediately looked back towards the Island of Mist, his face changing dramatically.

"Not good, someone has invaded the Temple of Truth."

This Temple of Truth was the one that stored all the core divine techniques and knowledge.

The Wing Demon immediately turned back, flying towards the Island of Mist.

But before they could return to the Island of Mist, they saw a figure burst out from the mist, fleeing towards the distance.

How could Lan let him escape? "Stop right there!"

A terrifying God's Grace puppet nearly a hundred meters tall appeared above the sea surface, its giant hand reaching out to grab the bone demon.

But before it could touch the bone demon, there was a loud explosion.

"Bang!"

The being that looked exactly like a Trilobite Man self-destructed on the sea surface.

The intensity was so great that it stunned Lan and the other instructors.

Lan sensed the difference in power; this person didn't seem to be a Trilobite Man.

"No."

"He's not a Trilobite Man."

"This is a monster, a monster with a bone divine technique imprint."

The Wing Demon circled in the sky, while Lan and more than a dozen instructors landed on the sea surface.

Lan's face looked grim: "This person knows the Temple of Truth very well. He even knows the password spell to enter the temple."

"This password was set by my teacher Sandean. Only Haru and I know it. How could anyone else know?"

Speaking of Haru, Lan immediately thought of another figure.

"Haru's student?"

"Anhofus?"

"What did he enter the Temple of Truth for? What was he looking for?"

Lan immediately led people back to the Island of Mist, but he didn't go into the temple first. Instead, he rushed to the highest level of the castle.

In the sealed grid, he saw the book "The Creation of Divine Artifacts".

"It hasn't been touched."

Then, Lan entered the temple.

He finally confirmed the intruder's purpose: "He was looking for the God's Grace Technique."

Lan's expression wasn't as grim anymore. In his view, Haru's student was trying to find a way to break through to the fourth rank. He didn't intend to keep it to himself, after all, he had given the God's Grace Technique to Elena, the Abyss Knight of the Abyss Kingdom before.

When the King of Yinsai asked him about the power of fourth-rank God's Grace Priests, he even directly invited the King of Yinsai to come to the Temple of Truth to learn.

He wasn't afraid of the God's Grace Technique spreading, he was only afraid of the loss of control over power.

Lan turned back and addressed his students, "We need to investigate. Where is Haru's student, Anhofus, now? What is he up to?"

A student immediately replied: "The evil sorcerer Anhofus?"

"He was quite notorious in the eastern region of Yinsai before, causing quite a stir."

"However, there hasn't been any news about this evil sorcerer Anhofus recently. It's as if he completely disappeared. I'll have someone investigate immediately."

Meanwhile, as the thief who entered the Temple of Truth self-destructed.

On the trading ship of the Sal Domain of the Abyss Kingdom, the bone demon who had just died by self-destruction reappeared as a small bone man inside the magic bottle.

"Did we succeed?" The priest holding Haru's magic bottle asked excitedly.

"We succeeded. Let's go back!" The small bone man commanded.

In the Sky Temple.

Anhofus, wearing the robe of a God-servant priest, stood under the statue of Yinsai, staring at it for a long time.

After a while, he asked the priest behind him.

"What do you think everyone is thinking when they stand under the statue of God?"

The priest answered respectfully: "Standing in this sacred place, I believe everyone's heart should be filled with devotion and faith."

"And faith!"

Anhofus's mouth opened slightly, his eyes looking at the statue seemed a bit dazed.

"No!"

"I think most people are thinking..."

Anhofus opened his hands, raising them high.

"God, are you watching us too?"

Anhofus then asked: "Do you think God is watching us?"

The priest thought for a long time but had no answer.

However, Anhofus recited the words that God once said to the second-generation King of Wisdom, Yesael, words that were only passed down orally among the royal bloodline, not meant to be known by other Trilobite Men.

"Believing in God is your business."

"It has nothing to do with God."

Anhofus let out a light laugh, as if mocking himself, or perhaps mocking all Trilobite Men. "So, to whom exactly are we praying?"

Anhofus's gaze on the statue grew more and more intense, as if looking at a truly great idol and an object of extreme worship.

"But it's precisely because of this that He is the true God."

"He created us not because He needs us, but simply because He can."

"Such a God, such power beyond everything, that secret hidden behind - that's what we crave and pursue."

At this moment, someone walked out from the side aisle and whispered something in Anhofus's ear.

Anhofus immediately left the temple and entered a tightly closed room nearby.

The priest knelt on the ground, holding Haru's magic bottle.

The small bone man inside the bottle addressed Anhofus, "I've successfully retrieved the God's Grace Technique for you, Anhofus."

Anhofus nodded: "Then we can begin."