Outside the castle.

The Ye tribe people were still waiting outside, quietly waiting for the Noya Spring to return to its original normal state.

"You said... can the magic array be repaired?"

Their hearts were shrouded in anxiety and fear.

"have no idea.

"But the high priest is so strong, and there are all gods who help you, so there must be no problem."

The Ye tribe members who said this were very quiet, and they were more like self-comfort.

After all, in the past thousands of years, there has never been any problem with the Spring of Wuye.

Therefore, there is always an ominous feeling.

"Huh? The high priest and the others are out."

The tribesmen stood up one after another and looked over with anticipation.

On the rooftop outside the castle, Musashino and others appeared.

cough!

A light cough came from the Ye tribe crowd.

An old man with a cane walked out. His beard was gray and his beard was not obviously distorted except for the dim pupils.

As the old man walked forward, the tribesmen made a way out one after another.

This is the "Class leader" of the Night Clan.

Its status is second only to that of the high priest.

He saluted slightly first:

"See the High Priest."

Then the clan leader raised his head, but his dim pupils flashed with sharp eyes:

"High Priest, has the magic circle been repaired?"

Forehead.

The high priest was a little guilty when asked.

So he subconsciously hugged the bottle tightly: "Ah... this... has not been repaired yet, but everyone should be calm and wait a few days to get back to normal."

ah--

An uproar suddenly came from the crowd.

The patriarch kept staring at the high priest:

"Sir, is it really a problem with the magic circle?"

The crowd calmed down and their eyes were concentrated on the patriarch.

"High Priest, is there something wrong with the Holy Spring itself..."

Then, he suddenly pointed at Musashino and others:

"And, I have reason to suspect that the fountain failure is related to these 'gods'."

The patriarch stared at them fiercely.

The high priest's mouth twitched:

This old guy...

Although this patriarch is not as good as his, he has also had a high prestige among his tribe members because he invented the cultivation method of non-toxic crops.

So I can't simply block his mouth.

At this time, the tribe members were talking louder and louder.

Some people even began to plead and asked them to come forward and tell them the truth.

Ahem~

The high priest coughed twice and gave Musashino a look:

"I want an excuse, hurry up!"

I?

Musashino didn't expect that he could not handle the people of the Ye clan, and when he encountered problems, he could only hold the bottle and chew it.

"Then I'll do it."

Musashino walked to everyone:

"Everyone, don't be impatient."

The volume of this sentence is very low, as if it is just a whisper, but this sound seems to contain spiritual power that makes people calm.

The Ye tribe people calmed down.

"There is indeed a problem with the No Night Spring."

After getting the affirmative answer, everyone's expressions showed a hint of panic.

The patriarch plucked up his courage to walk forward:

"May I ask, what's the specific problem?"

“Because I got it back.”

Musashino answered very readily.

With confidence... there is still a faint sense of unquestionable unreasonableness.

"you!"

The Ye tribe members suddenly became excited.

Bang ~

The high priest covered his face with his chubby little hands: "You don't have to be so honest..."

The patriarch pounded the ground with his crutches:

"you!

"Who are you? What do you want to do? That is the holy spring on which all of our tribesmen depend for survival, and you say you can get it back...

"The Holy Spring has existed for thousands of years, how could it be your thing?"

Musashino touched his forehead.

Swish-

The seal of Wuwei suddenly appeared.

Among them, blue, gold and black are the most eye-catching.

"this……"

The patriarch was stunned.

This, this seal...

Thousands of years have passed, and the Night Clan has formed its own unique traditions and culture, but a few senior leaders are actually clear about their origins:

They are actually subordinates of the God of Heaven.

Because of that magical battle, I was accidentally trapped here and could never leave.

And this five-color pattern...

It is the iconic logo of the God of Heaven.

The patriarch was so scared that he kept swallowing:

“Yes, it’s you?!”

Musashino puts his forehead wrinkle:

"That's right."

Bang ~

The patriarch's crutch fell to the ground.

Since he learned about the real history of the Night Clan, he often had an impossible dream: that is, to return the gods and lead the Night Clan to leave.

Now this dream...

Is it finally going to be realized?

Is the one in front of you... the deity of the God of the Other God? Or the messenger sent by him?

No matter what it is, the nature is the same.
To be continued...