Chapter 72 A Reasonable Sacrifice

A pillar of pure white light enveloped Besseimos and that bizarre, ancient device. Without a second thought, Lily brandished her ice-fire dual blades and charged forward. However, the two claw blades only scraped a series of bright sparks off the light pillar, which didn't budge in the slightest.

"Don't waste your energy," Besseimos sneered from within the light pillar, watching the people outside. "This is a powerful artifact from the Land of Origin. Its power was once enough to tear apart the barrier between two worlds! Individual strength is insignificant before such miracles."

Hao Ren's eyes widened in fury. He never expected things to fall apart at the last moment in this way. That cunning Shadowmancer called Besseimos was only a step away, but that strange light membrane was as indestructible as the rigid shield on his body. Lily scratched and clawed at it for a long time without success. Even Izhaks rushed up and unleashed an extra-large Fire Burst—after the smoke cleared, the ground outside the light pillar had been shaved off an entire layer, but the light membrane was completely unharmed.

"Besseimos!" Hesperides waved her long whip, jumping up and down outside. "You coward! Old turtle! Bastard! What are you planning to do?! Do you know you're destroying the entire Sanctuary!"

"That's why you're all shortsighted," Besseimos looked at the people outside with pity. "That's why I never intended to cooperate with you from the beginning. The Sanctuary? A life of seclusion? A few thousand years of peace? I never expected anyone to be satisfied with such a life—but I'm different. I know more than you. I seek true, eternal, and powerful strength that can uproot both the Demon Hunters and humans from this world. For this goal… appropriately reducing the number of fools is a reasonable sacrifice."

It seemed that the strange device behind Besseimos needed some time to fully activate. Hao Ren secretly had the data terminal quickly crack the protective principles of the light membrane while distracting the other party with other topics: "What the hell is that thing behind you?"

Besseimos ignored Hao Ren but took a deep look at Vivian: "Vivian Anseista… Ancient One, I must respectfully call you senior. It's a pity your memories are a mess, otherwise you could have been my best partner. It's a pity you know nothing."

Vivian frowned: "What do you mean? What should I know?"

Besseimos turned his head to look at the device behind him, seeming to feel that the operation of the thing was much slower than he expected. An impatient look appeared on his face, but then he began to enjoy the waiting process with the posture of a victor. He put his hands behind his back, his body slightly hunched, and slowly said to Vivian outside the light pillar like a very kind old man: "Do you know, in fact, we—all of us, including werewolves, vampires, Shadowmancers, demons, undead, and sirens, as well as all other races called heretics, come from another world. We were not originally from this planet, or even from this universe…"

Hesperides scratched her hair: "Old man, have you lived too long and broken your brain?"

However, Hao Ren and the others were all moved at the same time: this old Shadowmancer really knew something amazing!

"I knew someone wouldn't believe it," Besseimos wasn't angry, just glanced at Hesperides faintly. "Even those whimsical humans don't really believe in the existence of parallel universes and other worlds. How many heretics have such foresight? In the first few thousand years, indulging in extravagance and luxury, and in the next few thousand years, fleeing in panic, eking out a living. Fools are truly a sad species. Only Shadowmancers in this world pay attention to these ancient truths—it's just a pity that you still call these truths 'forbidden knowledge', tsk tsk."

"Then that thing behind you is—" Hao Ren asked, following the other party's words without showing any emotion.

"This is the gate to the Land of Origin!" Besseimos seemed to feel that the situation was completely under his control. His mentality now was like facing a group of death row inmates about to be executed, and he didn't care about saying anything more. "The Shadowmancer family spent thousands of years deducing this amazing fact from various incomplete scrolls and some mysterious relics. We were sent to this world by this magical thing. It has the great power to connect two worlds. If this power is released, it can even compare to the sun and the moon! I call it the Origin Relic, it suits it well, doesn't it?"

Then he turned around, looked at a crystalline panel in front of the device that was becoming brighter and brighter, and shook his head slightly regretfully: "It's just a pity that there seemed to be some accident in the transmission more than ten thousand years ago. The memories of the Ancient Ones were erased, and it also caused some memories in some of the oldest Ancient Ones to…"

Besseimos said, glancing at Vivian slightly: "...defects."

Vivian: "..."

Besseimos ignored the silent crowd, just touched his chin and muttered to himself with a fanatical look: "What was the purpose of that transmission more than ten thousand years ago? Was it for exploration or conquest? What is our Land of Origin like? How powerful is it? What kind of knowledge and power can I find there? Ah, these questions are so pleasant, some of them even make me a little scared… I haven't experienced this thrill of exploring new things for thousands of years, but no matter what the other side of the door is like, it won't be worse than here—and you, you shortsighted poor worms, just stay here and regret it slowly."

Hao Ren frowned, but he was surprised in his heart. He didn't expect that although this Besseimos acted crazy, he had secretly investigated the truth of history to such an extent. His interpretation was interlocked and basically consistent with the various intelligence Hao Ren knew, which made people have to start to wonder: What he said is the truth?

A low buzzing sound gradually began to sound in that strange device. When Besseimos heard the sound, a happy expression appeared on his face: "Aha, the energy seems to be almost full. Although I would like to popularize some pleasant truths with you ignorant guys, it seems that the time has come to say goodbye. Maybe I will return to this world soon, and I hope that some of you will still be alive to witness my arrival by then."

Then he turned around and stared at a series of panels on the surface of the device with a fanatical gaze.

A sharp鸣响sound came from the strange device called the "Origin Relic", and complex operation marks appeared on each panel on its surface. Lights like indicator lights shone at the top of the device, and the solid light pillar began to contract regularly. Obviously, the door that Besseimos referred to was about to open, and he would tear through space and forcibly enter the Dream Realm!

"Stop him!" The data terminal jumped up. "We can't let things from the surface world cross over to the Dream Realm again!"

Hao Ren immediately raised the gun in his hand and aimed at the equipment behind Besseimos. He not only wanted to stop Besseimos, but also to prevent the door from opening, because this door was likely to add the final blow to the already crumbling "Wall of Reality". The powerful power of the psionic gun could undoubtedly penetrate the protection of the light membrane, but there was no doubt that the precious equipment would also be completely destroyed.

He was hesitating, but it seemed that apart from forcibly destroying the entire system, there was no other way to prevent the door from opening.

Besseimos looked at the crowd outside the light pillar with a sneer, feeling that all the efforts of these people were futile, and Hao Ren's finger was already on the trigger. The next second, the divine psionic flames would destroy the "Origin Relic" in front of him, which was likely to be the last sample in the world.

However, just a second before the trigger was about to be pulled, the sharp鳴响 sound of the equipment suddenly disappeared. At the same time, the protective light pillar also dimmed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The smile on Besseimos's face froze for a moment. Before he could speak, he heard a soulless synthesized voice from the device: "Equipment dusting complete, dust cover closed."

Everyone: "..."

Besseimos: "..."

"Wait… wait!" Besseimos pounced on the equipment like crazy. "Wait a minute! It shouldn't be like this! It shouldn't be like this! Where's the door? Where's the Land of Origin? Why is this happening!! You can't just put…"

A huge finger burning with raging flames tapped lightly on Besseimos's shoulder. The latter turned his head slowly with a stiff expression, and what he saw was Izhaks's Flame Demon face, which was as big as a person.

Izhaks sat cross-legged on the ground, magma flowing underneath him (of course, he was careful not to let the magma flow to where his own people were standing). He picked up Besseimos and put him in front of him: "Little creature, we need to talk about the dialectical relationship between your spirit of exploration and your means of exploration…"